His Mute Luna
Chapter 13

June

I was a little disappointed he didn’t stay in the room with me. Maybe he was wanting to take it a little slower with me being human and with that whole ordeal from yesterday night.

That entire thing felt like it had been years ago, just being around Morgan today made me feel so much lighter. Was this the effect of the mate bond? No wonder mates wanted to stay close to each other all the time. I was amazed at how at ease I felt around him, even falling asleep all over him. I wasn’t exactly light and slender, but he hadn’t moved me at all. I still didn’t understand why he had three spare rooms without any furniture. What the hell was the point in them? Did he just not have any guests stay with him, ever? Or did his guests not need a spare room?

That last thought had me feeling a little disgruntled, though that was stupid because I had no right to feel jealous.

Hell, it wasn’t as though I was any virgin and from how he acted around me I doubted he had much experience. Maybe this was that possessiveness wolves spoke of with their mates?

Picking up his pillow from the bed, I lifted it to my face to inhale deeply.

Damn, I needed to find out what he used. He smelled incredible, so rich and earthy with the right amount of musk.

I couldn’t help but take a look around, wanting to see more of him. The whole place definitely screamed ‘bachelor’, all the colours were deep, rich, earthy colours and dark wooden furniture. But despite that, it still felt homey, somewhere I would love to come back to at the end of the day. I could definitely put my own mark on this place, all my plants and artwork would look perfect here. And I certainly didn’t miss that amazing mezzanine space with the full-length windows and small reading nook. My art desk and my several bookcases of reading materials would look perfect there.

Damn… I had been here a few hours and I was already moving myself in…maybe he was right about not sharing the room with me right now, this mate bond was wild! No wonder werewolves were always so dramatic. I always found it kind of funny and a little insane…and now here I was, mentally moving into the home of a man I had known for less than 12 hours!

I left his bedside drawers alone. I might have wanted to be nosy around his stuff, but that felt too private. Though I did take a look in his closet, noting all the available space for my clothes. I bet those t-shirts of his would feel amazing to sleep in; now I was getting ahead of myself. I couldn’t just steal his clothes… yet. Maybe I’d give it a day or two.

Taking my bag through to the bathroom, I set it down on the side to get ready, but all thoughts of that vanished upon seeing the bathtub in the ensuite.

I had never been a huge bath person, mainly because I didn’t fit in one comfortably. My legs always stuck right out and got cold, but this? I could actually submerge! I was definitely taking this bad boy for a spin tomorrow, I didn’t care if I had to break in.

Looking in the mirror, I had almost forgotten about my scarf. I took it off, frowning at the three ragged hypertrophic scars with the hint of a fourth. While I was a little self-conscious about them, I was never afraid to show them if I had to…but the idea of Morgan seeing them was terrifying. He might say he had no problem now. What about when he actually came face to face with them? He actually hadn’t asked about my neck or my kidnapping.. .or the assailant I killed. Maybe he was waiting for me to bring it up? Usually, my scars were the first thing people wanted to question me about, then say ‘poor thing’, giving me a sad look; a reason I hated people knowing about that side of me.

In the morning, I just needed to take the plunge and go for it, show him this side of me. If this was going to be an issue, I wanted to know before I became even more heavily invested in him emotionally.

Dressed in my thin dark cami and shorts, I slipped into the soft black sheets of Morgan’s bed, drifting off into a comfortable sleep.

———-

I woke up feeling a little uncomfortable and something sticky between my thighs. It was still a little early, just after 6 am according to the bedside clock where I switched on the light.

A mortified feeling of dread washed over me…oh s**t, no! Not now! Not in his bed!

I quickly looked down, under my shorts to see the red smear…ugghhh…uterus, you absolute heartless b***h!

I knew I was due soon…was it really now? Maybe it was the stress? f**k! Think about ‘maybes’ later. Deal with this now.

I gingerly stood, peeling back the covers with me.

It was hard to see as the bedding was black, but the slightly darker mark on the fitted sheet gave it away. I ripped it off, sighing in relief that it hadn’t gone through, not that I had any time to try and fix the situation as the door burst open with heaving and black-eyed Morgan, calling out my name.

My eyes snapped to his, in slight horror, that I had quite literally been caught short.

The horror instantly melted to hunger upon seeing him bare chested and in a pair of thin shorts. From how everything was hanging, he definitely wasn’t wearing underwear and was definitely more hung than any other man I had seen. I couldn’t even begin to describe how insanely chiseled his body was, he’d put a god to shame.

What a specimen of a buffwuff.

“Are you ok? Why do I smell your b***d? Are you hurt?” He rushed out, hurrying over and virtually inspecting every inch of me, grasping my shoulders.

Just kill me now! Bury my head and mark my grave ‘died by embarrassment’. But I had bigger things to worry about; because now I was standing, gravity was taking effect.

I pointed to my lower stomach, because I highly doubted he would understand sign language for ‘I got my period and bled all over your sheets, my bad.’

His brows furrowed in confusion before they widened in realisation.

“…Oooh…uhh…ok, don’t worry. I’ll deal with this, you go get yourself cleaned up. But really it’s ok,” he soothed, stroking my cheek. “There’s a reason I have black sheets and towels and it’s not because I’m being all ‘male and brooding’. When you get into border defence fights and have to do your own laundry, you learn how to avoid b***d stains.”

Ok, why was I worried? He was definitely a keeper. And I was now realising my neck was completely bare and he hadn’t stared at it at all.

I quickly moved to the bathroom door with my bag, still feeling slightly mortified but also feeling a warmth spread through my chest that not only was he not grossed out, he had helped deal with my situation.

While in the shower, all I could do was stare at that wonderful bath, cursing my damn uterus again that I’d have to wait several days before I could try it out. And Morgan? I knew I should’ve just thrown him down last night and ridden him into next week. Though something told me in how intimacy made him all embarrassed, he had never actually been ridden.

Damn, the things I could’ve shown that man. It wasn’t uncommon for wolves to want to wait for their mate, I was pretty sure that’s what my brother was doing too. Not that I’d actually ever ask because asking Tom about his s*x life was gag inducing.

With my situation contained, thanks to my emergency stash, and fully dressed, I decided to leave my neck bare for now; it wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen it.

I followed the warm sweet smell to the kitchen, where it looked like Morgan was just finishing up making breakfast; a mix of honey porridge and berries, albeit enough to feed a family often.

I wasn’t quite sure how to broach the topic of our relationship, if that was even the right word for us. The idea of everyone in the pack knowing about us was daunting to say the least. Even I knew how much anticipation had circulated around about the identity of who the future mate would be to their future leader…and it was terrifying. I just wanted a few days with him, to deal with everything that happened and also figure out how the hell I was going to help lead a pack of werewolves!

“How are you feeling? About, well, all of this?” He asked hesitantly, after I realised I had been staring at my empty bowl, chewing my bottom l*p.

I quickly took out my phone and typed a message, moving over to sit next to him.

About us? I’ve never been surer of anything.

I took his hand, watching as that crooked smile crept onto his face.

“But everything else is kinda scary?” He guessed correctly.

“We don’t have to tell anyone anything right now. It won’t take long before people start asking questions, but I get how you feel about just wanting it to be us…even if it’s just for a day or two,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.

I pulled away from a little, pointing to my neck.

What about this?

His hand softly brushed up against the side of my neck, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against the scarred skin and his eyes made contact with the old wounds for the first time.

“I don’t care. You’re my mate for a reason and I won’t hear anything else from anyone on the matter.”

Morgan’s eyes flickered back up to mine; there was something deep within me, something so profound I had never felt that pulled me towards this person. Something almost physical that went beyond a bond, that all but had a voice pushing me towards him with unwavering certainty.

I was broken out of the spell-like trance by my phone buzzing, a message from Tom asking if I was on my way yet, as he was in a hurry to leave.

“I really should head off, I need to pick up Tipper and get home with my data,” I typed out on my text-to-speech app.

“You can both come here, if you want. I’m gonna be out all day with training, but it’d be nice to come home to you,” he said, giving me that dreamy smile of his and fishing out the things I would need to let myself in.

How could a huge guy like him be this adorable?

“Ok, I’ll be here. Did you want to cook together again so you can burn more stuff?” I grinned as the words echoed out of my phone, loving how his cheeks turned a little pink at the mention of yesterday’s fire show.

“How about I bring home dinner? How does pizza sound?”

“Perfect! I’ll let you surprise me with toppings.”

I brushed my hand up to his chest, remembering exactly what perfect muscles lay under the fabric. I could feel his heartbeat raging at my contact and the closer my lips came to his. He tasted like a sweet mix of coffee, berries and honey and all I wanted was to devour every inch of him, memorise how each bit of him tasted…and that would all have to freakin’ wait now!

As I pulled away, his lips seemed to want to follow, still in a daze as he came back to earth with his eyes blinking away his stupor.

I’ll see you later, I teased, blowing him a k**s goodbye as I left and loving his completely disoriented expression.

Arriving at my brother’s, I had barely approached the door when it was yanked open and Tipper came bounding out to greet me. Tom looked a complete mess. His breathing was heavy, he had beads of sweat on his forehead and faint, dark circles under his eyes.

“Tom, what the hell happened to you? You look rough as shit.”

“Stressful morning” he sighed, handing me Tip’s bag filled with her food, toys, treats and her blanket “uhh…a raccoon got in, Tip chased it around and made a mess.”

“Ok?… Did you want me to clean up for you while you’re away?” I asked, not entirely convinced by how he was acting right now.

“No, it’s fine,” he said all too quickly. “There’s things I wanna salvage.”

I gave him a sceptical glance, but he was a big boy, whatever he was actually up to was his thing.

“Ok then, see when you get back,” I waved, as I slapped my leg for Tipper to follow.

She jumped straight in the cab, sitting tall and proud like she owned the space. I would give it till tomorrow when she started missing her dad.

Leaving Tip in the truck and heading into the office, one of the first people I ran into was Bea.

“Hey,” she signed and I noticed her sniffing the air around me. “…Why do you have wolf scent all over you? Because that is definitely not your brother’s.”

Damn these wolves and their sense of smell!

“s**t, is it noticeable?”

“Pretty much, but anyone else would just assume it’s Tom’s. So dish, who have you been rolling around with?”

There was no hiding this from her, but I knew she wouldn’t blab. I could trust her with anything.

“Ok. I’ll tell you everything. But just be cool and you can’t tell a soul, I mean it,” and taking a deep breath, I told her the whole story…including this morning.

“You absolute lucky b***h! I didn’t even think it was possible, but you actually got the biggest, and hottest, heartthrob of the pack. Too bad that you got v****a-blocked by your own reproductive organs,” she snickered silently. I was glad she was signing because I really didn’t want anyone eavesdropping on this.

“Wait…can you wolves smell that?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little disturbed. The question had never even entered my mind before now.

“Sort of, in you humans your natural scent covers most of it. But it’s not as though any werewolf is just going to wander up to you and be like ‘so, I smell you’re menstruating’. That’d just be weird and super awkward. We might be animals, but we have some decorum…more or less,” she laughed. “But back to what’s really important here, is he as big as he looks?” Bea smirked, wiggling her brows.

“I’m not even answering that!” I blushed, shaking my head and heading over to my desk, knowing she would be fantasising the rest of the day about wolf d**k.

All that was needed was to grab my data and I could process it all at home…at Morgan’s home…he did say I could come and go as I pleased and with Tip. I chewed on my bottom l*p, thinking it over…and there were those really warm-looking sweaters of his that I could ‘borrow’. Was it too early to start appropriating his clothes?

Tom

If I thought yesterday was bad, this morning had been worse. My skin felt like fire and breathing felt as though I was inhaling cotton balls. At least yesterday, it was just an unsettled feeling and some major sweats. But soon, it’d all be relieved.

I had been counting the seconds till June showed up to collect Tipper. f**k, I felt like a selfish a*****e leaving her like this after what had happened, but she had no-one better to look after her than Morgan; something I was still trying to understand myself. And if I didn’t get out of here, I think I’d actually lose my mind.

I looked at the devastated dining room table that had splinted under my fists. How had I almost lost control like that? I was sure I had almost felt my wolf too, something I had never felt once. Taking deep breaths to calm the wave of yearning washing over me currently, I sent my message.

Me | Hey, I’m about to leave. I’ll get there as quick as I can. How are you holding up? I’ve kinda been a mess without you.

Pétalo | I’ll be better once you get here. See you soon.

Me | See you soon pétalo.

Grabbing my bag, I quickly locked my place up and sped out of the pack, heading to southern Idaho.

A 12 hour drive…this was going to be f*****g torture. At least I wasn’t lying about my destination. I hated lying to June like this, but when it all started she was finishing up her degree. The last thing she needed was to be worrying about me and then after, I just didn’t know how to tell her. Like how we both hated the pitying looks we got when others found out about our childhood circumstances or June’s scars, I hated the idea of the pitying looks I’d get from her if she knew the truth.

I was fairly sure I had broken a few of the humans’ speed limits and I was certain I’d be getting a few fines too, but it was worth it because I had gotten to our lodge in just under ten hours.

With shaky breaths, I grabbed my bag and headed up to the door, having to force myself with trembling hands to enter the code. I knew where I needed to go, simply drawn by the feeling alone.

Opening the bedroom door, my eyes feasted on the most amazing sight and my lips finally tasted that heavenly floral sweetness.

My pétalo always felt like home.