Chapter 7 #3
“Ready, Moon?” Damon breaks me out of my swooning. My hormones are all over the place, but mostly I am a hopeless romantic. I stand up and take his hand, and he leads me out of the house. Maverick and a guard are at our backs.
My eyes immediately go to the group of shifters who are the outsiders. “I am going over here.” We walk together to the group, two girls and three guys. They are watching us with curiosity.
“Hi, I am Farren. This is Damon, the alpha of our pack.” Damon nods at them, his arm curling around my back until his hand is resting on my stomach.
“Is it true that you guys accept gays and all breeds?” the female bursts out. I can tell that she was dying to ask.
“Yes, we do. No discrimination at all,” I tell her, and they all look at each other.
The guy steps forward first. “Can my sister and I be transferred to your pack? Our parents are a mixed couple.”
“Yes, you can. You can leave with us if you wish, or we can arrange transportation later.”
I can tell they are kind of shocked. “I don’t want to leave our parents.
” The girl stands next to her brother. He is around eighteen years old, and she is a couple of years older.
She is tiny—around five feet tall—and very beautiful, with long red hair and freckles.
If my brother saw her, he would flip. She is exactly his type.
Wait a minute...
“Of course,” I tell her.
They look at each other for a few seconds. “We drove here, so we are going to leave now and tell our parents,” she tells me.
Damon reaches inside his pocket and hands her a card with his number on it. “Here, contact me anytime.”
She holds it to her chest like it’s a lifeline. “Thank you.” She bows her head and they both run off. Why do I feel like something bigger is happening?
Damon smiles at me, and I kiss his cheek. I love seeing him so happy. One by one, people approach us. I guess they don’t feel like we are going to eat their faces off anymore. We are approached by more guys than girls—there are fewer females than males at this gathering, for some reason.
In a way, deep down, I’ve always known that this would be my position. Damon was made to be alpha, and we fill each other’s needs perfectly.
This is fate.
When the day winds down, we have talked to a lot of people, and it’s time for the wretched dinner again. I couldn’t help but notice Damon was the only alpha talking to people. Without a pack you can’t be alpha. I think many of them have lost their humility.
When we enter our house, Brantley is lying on Jackson’s chest, fast asleep.
Aiden is in a small bed beside them. I smile, tiptoeing past them.
Aiden is going to be so loved and cared for, and he is going to grow up in a supportive community.
I love being a part of this pack. I love every bit of it, and I love the fact that Damon has built this pack, making it different from all the others.
I have tasted freedom, and I want other shifters to feel the same thing.
Damon closes the door behind me, and I pull my shirt over my head and turn around to face him. “Everything off, Moon.”
I smirk, unbutton my pants, and slowly pull them off my body, taking my panties with them. His eyes darken as he takes me in. I run my hand up my side and pull my hair out of the bun at the top of my head, letting my hair flow around me.
“You are made to be fucked, Moon. I shouldn’t even look at you, so perfect.
” I smile at his sweetness, and he splits the distance between us, his hands going to my face.
“All of you is just perfect. Sometimes I think that you are part of a dream. That I would never be blessed with someone as amazing as you.”
Tears fill my eyes at his words. “You say you are blessed, but it is me that is blessed, Damon. You are the sweetest, kindest man I have ever met. You have completed my life. You’re my world.”
He lowers his head, resting his forehead against mine, and we stare into each other’s eyes, “Together we will take over the world.”
“What are you saying, Damon?” I lean back, staring at him.
“I am saying that I am going to challenge alphas and make this shifter world the way it’s meant to be.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, letting his words wash over me. What he wants to do is completely insane, but if anyone can succeed it is Damon.
“I don’t want to raise my baby in a world like this, Moon.”
I get it now.
“I want him to have choices, live as pleases as what and who he wants to be.”
“I will be with you every step of the way.”
He smiles before he bends down and takes my mouth. I grab his hair, pulling him further into me. I want to feel him on top of me, moving inside me, filling me up to the brim. I shiver at my thoughts, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
Damon breaks the kiss, looking at me. “Someone thinking some dirty thoughts?”
“Ohh, yes.” I smirk and climb to the top of the bed. I open my legs, he growls and, in a split second, his hands are resting on my thighs. He winks as my hands go to the back of his head, and he shows me exactly whom I belong to.