Bought By My Alpha Mates

6: LUNA

TENNA.

The estate looked like something out of a f*****g fairy tale.

“Holy s**t,” I breathed as the SUV rolled up the long driveway. “You live in a castle.”

I’d never been to the Penmoon’s actual palace, just the various mansions they had across the country.

“It’s not a castle,” Rowan said from beside me, but he was grinning. “It’s a manor house.”

“It’s a f*****g castle, Rowan.”

Elliot, who was driving, made a sound that might have been a laugh. Torhana, in the passenger seat, just watched me with those intense silver eyes like he was waiting for me to bolt.

Smart man. I was absolutely considering it.

The private jet had landed twenty minutes ago. I’d barely processed stepping off the plane before I was hustled into a waiting car, still wearing Torhana’s hoodie and yesterday’s jeans, feeling like a mess while the brothers looked annoyingly perfect.

Now we were pulling up to a massive stone building that had to be at least four stories tall, with wings extending on either side and what looked like a small village of other structures scattered across the grounds.

People were already gathering. I could see them through the windows—dozens of them, maybe more, all stopping what they were doing to stare at the approaching vehicle.

At me.

“Tenna.” Elliot’s voice cut through my rising panic. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“You’re hyperventilating.”

“Same thing.”

The car stopped. Through the windshield, I could see a small crowd forming on the front steps. Staff, probably. All of them watching. Waiting to judge the stripper who somehow became Luna.

“I can’t do this,” I said suddenly. “I can’t—this was a mistake. Just take me back to the airport, I’ll—”

Torhana twisted in his seat so fast I flinched.

His hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“You can do this,” he said, his voice low and absolute. “And you will.”

“I don’t belong here—”

“You belong with us. That makes you belong here.” His thumb stroked my cheekbone. “And anyone who has a problem with that answers to me.”

It should not have been hot. The possessive alpha thing should have annoyed me.

Instead, my thighs clenched and my breath caught.

Traitor body.

“Come on.” Rowan opened his door and held out his hand. “Let’s get this over with. I promise Lyssa’s inside and she’s going to lose her mind when she sees you.”

Right. Lyssa. My best friend. At least I’d have one person on my side.

I took Rowan’s hand and let him pull me out of the car.

The cold air hit me immediately, and I was grateful for Torhana’s oversized hoodie. The brothers flanked me as we walked toward the entrance—Elliot on my left, Rowan on my right, Torhana slightly behind like a guard dog.

The small crowd of staff parted as we approached. I felt their stares like physical touches, assessing and judging.

An older woman with silver-streaked hair stepped forward. She had sharp green eyes and the kind of face that had probably been beautiful once and was now just intimidating.

“Alpha Elliot. Alpha Rowan. Alpha Torhana.” She bowed her head slightly. “Welcome home.”

“Margaret.” Elliot’s hand settled on my lower back, warm and possessive. “This is Tenna. Our mate.”

The ripple of shock through the crowd was almost audible.

Margaret’s eyes widened fractionally before her expression smoothed into professional politeness. “Luna. Welcome to Pentmoon Estate.”

Luna. Right. That was me now.

I was going to throw up.

“Thank you,” I managed, my voice only slightly strangled.

“Is my sister inside?” Rowan asked.

“Yes, Alpha. She’s been… eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

Translation: Lyssa was probably driving everyone insane.

“Let’s go.” Torhana’s hand found the small of my back, joining Elliot’s, and I was suddenly being steered toward the massive front doors.

Which opened before we reached them.

And Lyssa came flying out like a tiny, blonde missile.

“TENNA!”

She slammed into me so hard we both stumbled, and if the brothers hadn’t been there, we would have gone down. Her arms wrapped around my neck in a chokehold that might have actually been deadly.

“Can’t. Breathe,” I wheezed.

“I DON’T CARE.” She pulled back, her face split in the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “Oh my GOD. I f*****g KNEW IT. I’ve been telling these idiots for literal YEARS—”

“Lyssa,” Elliot said warningly.

“Don’t ‘Lyssa’ me, Elliot Tate Pentmoon. You know I’m right.” She grabbed my hand, practically vibrating with excitement. “You’re my sister now. Like, officially. This is the best day of my life.”

Something in my chest loosened. “You’re not mad? That I—”

“Mad? Tenna, I’ve been shipping you four since we were sixteen. I was just waiting for my brothers to pull their heads out of their collective asses.” She shot them a look. “Which apparently required divine intervention from the Moon Goddess herself.”

“We’re standing right here,” Rowan pointed out.

“I know. That’s why I’m saying it.” Lyssa was already tugging me toward the entrance. “Come on. I’m stealing you. They’ve had you all to themselves since Miami and I have SO many questions.”

“Lyssa—” Torhana started.

“Nope. My turn. You three can go brood or whatever. Tenna and I have thirteen years of s****l tension to debrief.”

“LYSSA.”

“What? It’s true!”

Despite everything—the anxiety, the fear, the overwhelming insanity of my life right now—I laughed.

And then I stepped through the doors into my new home.

The entrance hall was obscene. Marble floors so shiny I could see my reflection. A staircase that belonged in a movie. Paintings that were probably worth more than my entire existence. A chandelier that could probably kill someone if it fell.

I stopped walking.

“This is insane,” I said faintly. “This is actually insane.”

“Wait until you see your room.” Lyssa was practically bouncing. “I had them prepare the Luna suite and it’s GORGEOUS. There’s a bathtub the size of a small pool and—”

“My room?” I turned to look at the brothers. “I thought—don’t we—aren’t we supposed to—”

Elliot’s expression softened. “You said you wanted your own space. So you have your own suite.”

“You can decorate it however you want,” Rowan added. “Change anything. It’s yours.”

“And if you want company,” Torhana’s voice dropped to that dark rumble that did things to my insides, “our rooms are all connected to yours.”

Of course they were.

“Come ON.” Lyssa dragged me toward the staircase. “I’m giving you the grand tour before dinner and you need to see everything.”

I glanced back at the brothers. They were watching me with identical expressions of… something. Possessiveness, definitely. But also concern. Like they were worried I’d run.

Which, fair. I was considering it.

“Go,” Elliot said quietly. “We’ll see you at dinner.”

Lyssa pulled me up the stairs, chattering the entire time about the estate and the pack and a million other things I couldn’t process.

We went down a hallway that seemed to go on forever, past more paintings and tapestries and closed doors.

Finally, she stopped at a set of double doors near the end.

“Ready?” She was grinning like she had the best secret in the world.

“Probably not.”

She threw open the doors anyway.

I stepped inside and my brain short-circuited.

The room was massive. The bed alone was the size of my entire bedroom back home—a four-poster monstrosity covered in deep blue silk that probably cost more than my car. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the estate grounds. A sitting area with a couch that looked more comfortable than clouds. A desk. Bookshelves. Doors leading to what I assumed were a closet and bathroom.

“This is…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Yours,” Lyssa said softly. “The Luna suite. It’s been empty since my mom died when we were kids. The brothers had it completely renovated for you.”

I walked to the windows, staring out at the sprawling grounds. From here I could see the forest, gardens, other buildings dotting the property. And in the distance, I could see people. Pack members. Hundreds of them.

All of them about to become my responsibility.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered.

Lyssa came to stand beside me. “Yes, you can.”

“I’m not—I’m not Luna material, Lyssa. I’m a stripper with debt and a GED and—”

“And you’re the toughest person I know.” She turned me to face her. “Tenna, you survived things that would break most people. You took care of your mom when you were barely an adult. You put yourself through hell to keep her alive. You didn’t give up even when you had every reason to.”

“That’s different—”

“It’s not.” Her voice was firm. “Being Luna isn’t about bloodlines or fancy education. It’s about heart. And you have more heart than anyone.”

I wanted to believe her. But looking at this room, this estate, thinking about all those people waiting to judge me…

“What if they hate me?”

“Some will,” Lyssa said honestly. “The Elders especially—they’re traditional as hell and they’re going to test you constantly. But f**k them. You don’t need everyone to love you. You just need to be yourself.”

“And if that’s not enough?”

“Then they can deal with me.” She grinned. “And trust me, I’m way meaner than you are.”

A knock on the door interrupted us.

“Come in,” Lyssa called.

An older woman entered—Margaret, from earlier. She was carrying a garment bag and had a professional smile fixed on her face.

“Luna. I’ve brought some options for dinner tonight.”

Dinner. Right. With the brothers. Probably with other pack members too.

More judgment. More stares.

“Thank you,” I managed.

Margaret hung the garment bag on a hook by the closet. “Dinner is at seven. The brothers requested something casual for tonight—just family.”

Just family. As if anything about this was just anything.

“I’ll leave you to get settled.” Margaret’s smile warmed slightly. “And Luna? Welcome home. It’s a blessing to have someone in this suite again.”