His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 63

NATHAN

STEALING MY MATE AGAIN

A gentle smile plays on her lips as she leans out the window, looking at the passing scenery. The wind blows her tresses, giving me glimpses of her smooth, rosy cheek. Since she’s been here, changes have shown all over her body. Her cheeks are fuller, and her eyes brighter.

I wonder what she’s thinking that has her smiling. If we had a mindlink, I would have heard her thoughts or felt it if we were marked.

My eyes move down to her body. She’s wearing a red, short cotton dress that stops at her knees—one of the ones I got her during our first shopping trip. Her slim legs rest against the door, and a pair of black flats encase her feet.

I think I like her in red. Or not. She will look good in anything she puts on. She’s my mate, of course.

“I think the red looks good on her,” Declan chips in. “Especially if it’s underneath her clothes.”

Rolling my eyes at his lewd thoughts, I counter, “She will look good in anything.” Jessica turns my way, and I quickly look away, pretending to focus on driving.

I feel she’s about to ask me something, but she’s checking me out. Smiling inwardly at her boldness, I like that.

Declan purrs in delight. “Look back at her and catch her unawares,” he suggests.

“She’s going to blush,” I know my flower.

“Just do it and let me see that blush,” he argues.

Sighing, I agree and turn to her. She quickly snaps her eyes away, blushing when I ask if she likes what she’s seeing.

We talk about the pack and the party she wants to throw for the kids. My Luna has already won the hearts of my pack members. All that remains is her ceremony, and that will be just a formality. They all address and accept her as the Luna.

My flower is making driving quite hard with the way she has been staring at me. She checks me out when she thinks I’m not watching.

Declan’s ego has tripled since that began. He attributes it to his skills in pampering her. He slips out sometimes to spend time with her, shifting and running with her on his back through the woods. I still warn him not to feed her anything raw. And he still doesn’t know how to cook, refusing to learn.

Ever since the bathroom incident, we’ve progressed to light making out. But I make sure never to let her see me unclad. Even that hasn’t stopped her from raking her eyes over me.

If only she knew how that one act boosts my self-confidence.

When we arrive at the exclusive club, I ask her to stay still. I can feel her eyes on me as I go around the car. They narrow lustfully at me through the glass. She licks her lips and parts them, releasing the softest moan only a wolf can hear. The sound, mixed with the scent of her arousal, wafts slowly into the air. Declan and I struggle not to react under its influence.

“Our mate is going to be the death of us,” we groan simultaneously, as I maintain my stride, battling the raging fire between my legs.

I bend my head inside the car when I reach her, where her arousal is so potent. “You don’t play fair, flower,” my eyes dance over her juicy lips, begging to be kissed.

“I…I…” she stammers, looking at my flaring eyes. Declan is present, both of us drinking in the image of our aroused mate.

I lean my forehead against hers, embracing the sparks that zip across my head. Our lips graze each other softly, breathing in one another’s air. “I understand, my love. But all in due time.” My eyes open to look into hers, noticing for the first time tiny flecks of silver swirling inside them.

She drops her head. “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be. I expect nothing less from you.” My head moves up, and my lips land on her forehead. “I am your mate. I want you as much as you want me too.” I repeat my action before helping her out of the car. “Come on.”

As we walk towards the building, I hope the wind will help blow away her arousal so no one can perceive it. Even if they did, they better not show any reaction. Unless they wanted to spend the night in the deepest dungeon in the pack.

“Where are we?” she asks, wrapping her arms around mine.

“Somewhere special,” I reply, guiding her towards the entrance.

The building in front of us is grand, its facade a mix of old-world charm and modern elegance. Large glass windows reveal glimpses of luxurious items inside. The entrance is adorned with intricate carvings and a gleaming brass handle. The sign above the door reads "Connor's Emporium," a name that holds a long-standing reputation within the pack.

“It looks special,” her eyes move around the place.

“You’re special,” I say as the door opens and an elderly pack member steps out.

“Alpha, Luna,” he greets with a slight bow, smiling at Jessica.

“Morgan,” I acknowledge him. “Everything ready?”

He nods, flashing a wide smile. “As requested, Alpha. Please, come in,” he holds the door for us.

Jessica’s eyes widen as we step inside. The interior is breathtaking. High ceilings with ornate chandeliers, marble floors that gleam under the soft lighting, and shelves lined with the finest luxury items. Designer dresses, exquisite jewelry, and opulent handbags are displayed with meticulous care. The air is filled with a subtle, inviting fragrance, a blend of floral and vanilla notes.

“Wow,” Jessica exclaims, her eyes darting from one display to another. “I am speechless. What’s this place?”

“The best shop in the entire pack,” I say. The first place I should have taken her to.

The shop has been in the pack for centuries since the days of my ancestors. Owned by one of the first members of the pack—The Connors. Their ancestor was among the first to join the first alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack.

They are a strong breed of Betas who always served their alphas faithfully. Just like Alex serves me. As his father Monty served my father. Everyone knows he is a Connor, but we all call him by his middle name because it sounds better than Connor. Actually, he asked to be called that. Boone is his mother’s father’s name.

“What would the Luna like to drink?” Morgan asks when we reach the inner part of the shop. Jessica hasn’t stopped staring in awe at the luxury items on display. She looks like a child in a candy store for the first time.

“Flower?” I draw her attention away from the handbags arranged on a shelf. “Flower.”

“What? Sorry, what did you say?”

Morgan gives her a polite smile and repeats his question. “What would you like to drink while you shop? We can also bring you some little snacks too.”

She looks at me, and I nod at her. “Umm…” her hands tighten around my arm, her eyes pleading for help.

“The Luna will have some fresh fruit juice… orange and pineapple with some spring rolls. Strawberry and chocolate cake also,” I say, having noticed these to be her favorites.

“Excellent choice, Alpha. I will have the ladies prepare the dressing room for Luna while I make arrangements for the snacks and drinks.”

“Thank you, Morgan,” I nod at him before he leaves.

“Nathan,” Jessica calls, her eyes on the departing Morgan. “Is he Alex’s father?”

“No. He is Alex’s uncle. They own the shop,” I explain as we head to a couch to sit.

I start explaining things to her. Before I finish, the door opens, and my two lovely bullies enter.

My mother and Cara are a striking sight. My mother, dressed in an elegant navy-blue dress that flows gracefully to her ankles, wears a string of pearls around her neck. Her dark hair is styled in an immaculate updo, and she carries herself with the regal bearing of an Alpha female. Cara, on the other hand, looks modern and chic in a tailored white blouse and a sleek black skirt. Her black hair cascades over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Are we late?” my mother asks, taking off her dark shades. Behind her Cara, gives me a cheeky smile.

“What are you two doing here?” I grunt, glaring at the two.

“Helping my daughter-in-law get the best dress in the pack,” my mother says, striding towards us. She plunks herself down beside Jessica and puts her bag down. “Hello, Jessica,” she hugs her.

Jessica giggles. “Hi…”

“Call me mother, and Nathan, you can leave. The women can take it from here,” she says nonchalantly, waving me off with a dismissive hand.

Cara smirks, nodding in agreement. “Yes, big brother, leave this to us.”

Goddess, please let my sister find her mate fast and let my father come back home. They really need to stop stealing my mate away from me.