To the Moon and Back

Chapter 37

                                                                        *Jason’s POV*

            “Mate is Funny And Tasty!” Max practically purrs. “She is pretty perfect isn’t she!” I answer him. To be honest I think we are both still in shock that we even got a second chance mate. After all of the chaos we caused after losing rose, we figured we’d never be blessed by the moon goddess. Yet Moon goddess took pity upon us and gifted me the honor of a second chance mate. Some wolves might turn their noses up at a human wolf. Those wolves were dumb. Nor have they ever felt the pain of losing your mate.  Only loosing such a precious gift is able to make you appreciate such treasures in the future. Human or not Sammy is a gift from the goddess. And I will treasure her for the rest of my unnaturally long life. “humans age faster J we will outlive her!”  “Maybe shell want to be turned?” I say with uncertainty Max just whimpers in response. I understand his apprehension. Not every human body is strong enough to be turned. Some will just get really sick  some even die! The thought of even the slightest of possibility of losing her sends a shudder of fear down our spine. We wouldn’t survive losing Sammy. I almost didn’t survive losing rose, without Max Alice and Xena I would never had made it. Neither of us want to dwell on these dark thoughts any longer. Rather deciding to focus on present, most importantly on the sleeping angel in my arms. My beautiful Mate is sleeping so peacefully, a beautiful smile etched into her face. I’m not sure if she’s having a good dream or if she’s still smiling from me worshiping at her temple.   When I looked closer I noticed  that she is actually nuzzling into my chest, I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. Sammy was actually breathing in my scent. Human or not our bond was just as strong for her as it was for me. It’s crazy to think I know so very little about her we’ve known each other for less than 24 hrs. it’s so different from what I shared with Rose. I would hate to even try and compare them; Sammy and Rose couldn’t be more different.  Our relationships seem to be shaping out very different as well. I have so much to learn about My Sammy. Rose, My sweet rose, we grew up together. We were all raised in the Castle spending all of our time together, as our parents were often busy. My parents were busy with royal duties, The twin’s father was My father’s Beta. Alice the Blonde-Haired Blue-eyed ball of fire was the older sister , by three minutes and none of us were allowed to forget it. Rose, My sweet delicate flower, Max whimpers at the memories. He wants nothing to do with these thoughts and he retreats into the back of our mind. He doesn’t want to relive our sweet dream that turned into a nightmare. Our rose had beautiful dark brown hair that she kept at shoulder length. She was sweet kind caring but also a bit naïve. And how she hated violence. So much so that she wanted nothing to do with any type of training for combat. I used to blame myself, telling myself how if I had just insisted on her training they might still be alive. No matter how much she pouted or complained how barbaric sparing is, I should have made her train. Trained her myself if that’s what it took. But then I realized that even a well-trained she wolf would have been an easy target. When a she wolf is pregnant shifting can be fatal for the pups and being heavily pregnant with twins she was even slower in human form. I don’t think that even Alice could have escaped had she been in Rose`s shoes. And alice is the best female fighter ive ever seen. She`s a better fighter than most males. It took me a long time and a lot of long talks with Alice before I came to peace with that. Just as it always did the image of Roses Mangled stomach arms and face start to flash in my head. Max was whimpering unable to block the memories any longer. My chest tightened my eyes burned watching the life drain from your mates’ eyes feels like swallowing wolfsbane while being stabbed in the eyes with silver while also having bamboo shoved under your nails. Many wolves die from literal heart break. Those of us that do never full recover from losing half of your soul. About half of us go feral and wind up eventually being put down. Some of us live on for family, or for their children. But those filthy f*****g rogues took them from me too. My babies, those spineless cowards tried to rip them from Roses stomach. We didn’t know it, but Alice and I arrived too late. The cowards heard us coming and ran, I left our whole unit with rose demanding they get her to the pack hospital immediately. Alice and I took off after the rogues. We didn’t get far when I felt the bond flood with grief  “the babies” roses weak voice sobbed into my head.  Suddenly I felt warm, then tingles started to radiate up from my chest. I took a deep breathe in and Honeysuckles rose and the faintest trace of Sage.  I held her tightly against me, but not tight enough to wake her, breating in her scent and basking in her comfort. Sammy pulled us back to the now. no blood. no death. just My kitten having post orgasm twitches while snuggled on my chest.  Max had decided to come forward right before she climaxed, and that animal just kept licking nipping and sucking, making her orgasm until she had passed out. He wouldn’t give control back until we felt her body slump over my head.  Once I had gained back control I was careful to not wake my kitten while I gently got her down from my shoulders and into my arms. I carried her to that big cozy lounger and got her settled on my chest. This lounger had become a fast favorite piece of furniture, Sammy had made sure of that. He couldn’t help but grin as he felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of her on her knees earlier. She had napped for about 20 minutes before she had woken up, for just long enough for me to tell her that I plan to earn her trust and her heart before fully claiming her. Afterwards she told me that I was romantic strong and had a magic tongue. she had been sleeping for about an hour and I couldn’t stop studying her. The way she nuzzles back into me whenever she starts to lose grip on my shirt. How she has a tiny scar on her forehead I wonder how that happened, it looks old, I’ll have to ask her about that one day. She’s got the cutest post orgasm sleepy face. She looks so happy and so peaceful. I want to make her feel like that at the end of every night for the rest of our lives. I want her to go to bed every night  with that face of pure bliss.  While I’m running my hands up and down every available inch of Sammy’s skin studying her. my fingers search to memorize every inch of my mate. I keep finding scars. Some are random, permanent reminders of some past injury. Those scars seem to be just a hazard of being human and not being afraid to play hard. Then on her thighs my fingers gently trace the Straight thin lines, they stand out from her stretch marks, and they don’t seem to be accidental. I’m heartbroken with the realization that Sammy may have hurt herself.  My suspicions confirmed as I find the faintest heart shaped scar. My chest tightens as I wonder what her had hurting so badly inside that she felt she needed to cut herself.  There is so much I don’t know about Sammy, so much she doesn’t know about  me.  While My Rose was delicate , in the short time I’ve known my kitten I’ve learned she’s far from fragile.  Sammy has always fought her own battles. And from some of the stories she was telling me earlier other people’s battles as well. “Our Mate is strong Tell her about me”  “yes she’s strong but I don’t know how she’s going to handle the whole I turn into a giant f*****g wolf thing!”  “If she doesn’t know about me how am I supposed to protect her?” max growls at me. s**t Is she going to let me protect her how I need her to be protected? She is probably going to think I’m too controlling or paranoid. Or like In the mafia or some s**t. When I can share everything with her I think shell understand. She has to. The thought of our human mate, vulnerable, out in the world with no guard has us on edge. While I pull Sammy closer, I immediately Mind link my Beta. “Alice I need you to get me Sammy and the kids` schedules, also set up 24/7 guards. They are to remain hidden in plain sight when possible.  I do not want her to feel like she’s being followed” “J do you have any idea what time it is??  I had that done hours ago I didn’t send anyone tonight because I knew you would be with her.” “you’re the best ” “I know J, but why are you talking to me and not Sammy??” “She is currently napping on my chest. What time does she need to wake up tomorrow?” “tire her out did ya?” Alice asks with a chuckle. “Shut up! What time Alice!?” “Kids have school, and you should be gone before they wake up, so you got to be out of there 6. 630 Latest!”  “I have a better idea; I leave but come back with breakfast and I tell the kids I brought their  haul from the farmers market sweep over this morning.” “SOOO, I am setting up breakfast to be delivered to you for a hand off by 615. Make sure you wake her up for the sunrise J!” “That’s why you’re my Best friend and Beta! Thank you Alice!”  I cut the mind link as I stared down in wonder at the new center of my universe.