18. Ian
Ian
I ’m not sure why we’re all asleep on the couches instead of our beds.
But when I wake up and look over at Luna’s head on James’ lap, I can’t help but smile.
Last night went well; it was fucking everything.
Luna and I went to the next level, and the time spent together out, as a pack, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I feel like last night solidified this for everyone. I was being genuine to Luna when I said I would have stayed at the hotel if that’s what she wanted. But it was hard when I felt James’ uncertainty and fear down the bond.
I wish he would just talk to us more and explain what he’s feeling. I’ve seen a change in him since Luna came to live with us, and I can’t help but feel like she’s everything and more that this pack needed to feel complete.
For the first time in a long time, I feel truly complete and whole.
Not that I wasn’t always happy with James.
I love him with my whole heart, but it always felt like there were things we couldn’t give each other, like our love languages weren’t in sync.
But somehow this tiny Omega comes into our lives, and it feels like we’re learning how to communicate properly.
“Pancakes,” Ezra groans from the floor. “We need fucking pancakes.”
Luna’s head pops up from James’ lap. She gives him a soft smile, and he returns it. “I can make pancakes,” she says. She’s still wearing the dress from the club, and the one strap is loose on her shoulder.
I can’t help but think that we’re all going to be frantically fucking each other for the foreseeable future. I can’t get enough of Luna and James, and I never want to.
“Too fucking early,” James mutters, scrubbing his hair off his face.
“You go back to sleep,” Luna says and kisses his cheek like it’s second nature. I watch his cheeks heat, and he gives her a smile. He nods his head and stands up and heads upstairs. I watch as he shakes his head, trying to compute last night and this morning.
“I’m gonna shower, and I’ll make breakfast,” Luna says.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she says with a smile, and with more energy than someone should have with what happened last night, she springs up off the couch and goes upstairs.
“Mate, I’m in fucking love,” Ezra says, and I laugh and throw a pillow at his face. He sits up, looking like a hungover piece of shit, blinking because he can’t see for shit. “Did you see how happy they are?” he says with a sly smile.
“Yeah, I did.”
He plops back down on the floor and gets in the fetal position. “My fucking head and tummy hurt, but I’m really happy.”
I rub my jaw, trying to contain my smile. “Me too, Ez. Me too.”
Ezra is wrapped around Luna as she flips a pancake, kissing her neck and tickling her side, making her laugh. Fuck, it’s so good to see her so happy. I definitely don’t miss the fact that he keeps kissing the hickey he left on her neck last night.
Shockingly, James comes down the stairs fully dressed as Luna flips the last pancake on the plate.
We all sit at the island, eating breakfast with smiles, and it all feels so simple. Until the front door bell rings.
“The bloody fuck?” Ezra says. I wipe my mouth and walk to the door. When I open it, I’m very unpleasantly surprised.
“Dad, Margo,” I greet them.
“Ian, sorry for the intrusion. It seems my daughter forgot all about me and hasn’t called once. I wanted to stop by to make sure she was fine.”
I hear Luna giggling in the background, and Margo looks past my shoulder with narrowed eyes. I open the door further, and they walk in.
This is just fucking perfect.
“Luna, sweetheart,” Margo says in a condescending tone. I watch as the blood drains from Luna’s face, and she pushes away from Ezra.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” she asks, taking a sip of orange juice and putting it back down.
“You didn’t think to call me and tell me how you were doing?”
“Didn’t think you cared,” Luna says, and I smile, loving that she’s finally standing up to her bitch of a mother.
“Luna, dear, don’t be so dramatic.” Margo looks around, and I watch as she starts clicking the pieces together. Margo is a bitch, not a dumb bitch.
My dad clears his throat behind me. “Son, maybe we should talk.”
“No, thank you,” I reply, sitting back down at the island and eating the delicious pancakes that my Omega made for me this morning.
Margo gasps, and it takes everything in me to not snap. “Luna, what in the hell is that on your neck?”
Luna covers her neck with her hand. And her mouth parts, but before she can speak, I do. I told Luna I would protect her, that I would handle people.
“It’s from Ezra. Luna is joining our pack,” I say proudly, and I watch as fear is written all over Luna’s face as Margo gapes at the four of us.
“No. No, that is not happening. Luna, go pack your things, and come back home.”
“I’m not going back home,” Luna says in a small voice.
“This is disgusting. What will people think?”
“If your concern is what people think, then know that I don’t give a shit. Luna is going to be our Omega. You can either accept it or not be a part of our lives.”
“How could you,” Margo says, pointing at me. “You’re manipulating her. How long has this been going on?”
“Mom, it just happened. I want to be here.”
“I’m calling the cops,” Margo says.
“I’m twenty-one, Mom. I’m an adult, and I want to be here. I want to be in their pack.”
“We will be the laughing stock of the community. I know you were having a hard time finding a pack that wanted you, Luna. But this is just deplorable.”
I’m on my feet, and my finger is in Margo’s face. “Listen, I can understand that this is a lot to take in. But the last thing you’re going to do is come into my fucking house and disrespect Luna, do you understand?”
“Margo, maybe we should just go?” my dad says.
“Stewart, grow a fucking spine. Your son has been grooming my daughter.”
My dad’s eyebrows furrow, and he shakes his head. “Ian is a good boy, he wouldn’t do that. They said it just happened. Maybe we need to go home and have some time to cool down.”
“No, Luna, go pack your things now. This is horrifying. I’ll find you a decent pack. I know you don’t have much to offer a pack right now, but we can work on that.”
“Get the fuck out. Don’t contact us, don’t reach out to Luna, and sure as fuck don’t bring your nasty fucking ass back in my house.” I’m yelling at Margo, and she literally clutches her pearls as I grip her by the shoulder and basically shove her out of our house.
“Son,” my dad says.
“Listen, I love you, Dad. But if you can’t accept this, then you’re not going to be in my life anymore. I can’t have a relationship with you if your wife continues to disrespect me and my pack.” He looks at me softly and gives me a gentle smile and nods his head.
“I’ll speak to her.” I nod and turn back toward the kitchen where I find only Ezra still sitting at the island.
“Fuck,” I groan and sit down next to him. “Where did she go?”
“James took her to the greenhouse.”
I nod and take a deep breath to calm myself down.
“I fucking hate that woman so much.”
Ezra nods. “Poor Luna.”
“Are you sure James can handle this?”
“I think he’s the only one who can,” Ezra says. I stand up and grab the bourbon, then pour it in my coffee. Ezra nods to his cup, and I pour some into his.
This was the perfect morning, and that bitch just ruined everything.