“Since you left our bed.” Ranger’s strong arms wrapped around us and his scent comforted like the smell of home. The cameras were still flying and filming as Ranger swept us off our feet.
His face was full of concern. “How’s your knee?”
“Healing.” We smiled. An inverted reflection of his frown. He worried too much for a male. It was all right though. We’d take care of him.
“You know you were born to be a Luna.” Ranger’s chest rumbled as his beast growled within. “But I’m not sure I’ve been doing my job properly.”
“And why is that, Alpha?” We teased, feeling the heat wash over us again as Ranger carried us back to our nest.
“It’s mating season.” He nuzzled our neck. “My mate shouldn’t be able to walk or talk properly if I was doing it right.”
“Is that so?” We smiled. “You still have a
