Dead Luna – Chapter 47
Amelia’s POV
Everything seems kind of weird without Leo, at first. His presence had always felt calming and familiar to me. And deep down, I felt some kind of sick enjoyment in showing off with so many alphas, which was my way of saying, “See! I was worthy all along!” Although the attack of Alpha Jerome kinda ruined that pleasure for me. Now, I’d just like to finish the task I was appointed to do as quick and efficient as I can, and get back to just living my life. But what do I want that life to be like? That was a question I was having trouble answering.
Alpha Craig Armstrong was a likable guy, hard working, and very focused on the welfare of his pack. So gorgeous, with looks to rival a Norse god. And while small, his pack was wonderful and welcoming, and the location felt almost magical like a little alpine village from a fairy tale.
the fact that he had been my teenage crush. He was the head of a large wealthy pack, where my family and friends lived. Although most of my friends are too busy with their own lives to spend much time with me these days. Also, his wolf saved my life. If not for Harry’s intervention on my behalf with the Moon Goddess, I would have died from my wound after the rogue at
lot of history together. He saved me from whatever insanity that was going on with Alpha Jerome, as well as been instrumental in catching the rogue wolves that caused my death. And other than being an immature egotistical selfish jerk 3 years ago, Leo had otherwise been good to me. And he’s obviously changed a lot since then. But he’s become such a broken mess, that I’m not sure I want to be the one to fix him. I didn’t spend enough time in Bull Run to get a feel for whether I’d like living there or not. In fact, some of my memories of that place are downright disturbing. I’m not sure if I have the nerve to choose him again after all that’s happened.
eant.
the entire weekend to hang out, other than one last date with Derrick on Sunday night, before Jackson and I head to the Portland area to spend a few days in the west hills with the Willamette pack.
how Selene manages?
a grumpily complains.
Leo?
es like giving a body anything resembling a direct answer.
in search of his fated mate.
the rain stopped and the clouds parted. At lunchtime I asked Derrick what I’d need to wear for our date, and he and Jacks
Jackson asked. I shake my head no. “Then I suggest wearing something lig
iguing.
ds at a trail head.
lk,” Derrick says as he hands a picnic basket to Jackson to carry.
iding hood with her basket of goodies for grandma.
before and wondered where we were he
got into the water, naked, and beckoning me to join them.
s without hesitation, and dipped my toe into the warm water. It felt heavenly, even if it did stink of sulfur. De
was here!”
ea for now.”
e all alone?”
ackson, of course.” Derrick reminds me.
little while if I asked him real nice.”
n piped up, not wanting to fail in his bodyguard duty.
er she wants. But that permission is very important. The last Alpha that went and tried something after she said no is now dead.”
pants for as long as I can remember. Now I’ve got that scene with Jerome playing my head, effectively killing
s, his voice hard. “Are you ok?”
heck if I was still a virgin. Well, that ship has now sailed thanks to Jerome handling me too rough.”
ith love.”
are.
“Whatever my luna
ose.
ainst my pelvis, while Jackson goes to set up the picnic. I’m starting to feel very aroused, surrounded by the warm water as well as all the sexy naked werewolf eye candy. I give Derrick permission to touch my a*s, so he can press me tighter against his body.
I better not be letting anyone’s little swimmers anywhere near my uterus, that’s for sure!
at’s waiting for us.