His Mute Luna
Chapter 25

Michael

My isolation with my precious mate had sadly come to an end and though I was ready to get some fresh air, it could never compare to Lisa’s delicate jasmine scent from her heat. We had gone to different middle schools in our childhood but we had met in high school and I had struggled to take my eyes off her since, her dark green eyes and pale brown hair had me completely under their spell. I was surprised she ever looked my way. Mostly it was my older brother, Morgan, that everyone fawned over. Not that either of us cared much about people following us around, not like our younger brothers did; that level of attention could be overbearing.

I knew she was my mate before she even shifted. In the days before I was constantly drawn to her, her scent’s magnetism only increased and my wolf, Midnight, hounded me constantly to be near her. When she finally shifted to her dark golden wolf, I was amazed by her size. Lisa was a tall woman at 6’1 and her wolf was no exception. She was always my anchor, reminding me I didn’t need to push myself the way I did. But it was easy for her to say, it was another thing entirely to put that into practice. Morgan’s was a difficult shadow to live within. Even though I had been the first to shift, it was eclipsed completely by my older brother’s shift; the white wolf, the one that the whole pack had waited for with baited breath. Sometimes it felt as though no matter what I achieved, Morgan could top it without even trying.

“Here you go, pickle,” Lisa lovingly whispered in my ear as she placed the plate in front of me. “You cook for me all the time, so I thought I’d try and surprise you. Especially after you’ve taken care of me for the last few days,” she finished with a k**s on my forehead.

I looked down to the plate to see the slightly burnt toast, the incredibly runny eggs and bacon that came closer to charcoal than food. My little moonshine was not the best cook, but she tried, bless her heart, which was why I did the majority of the cooking in our home. I tried to hide the slight grimace, but failed as I saw her face fall.

“…You don’t have to eat it…” she started and tried to take the plate back but I caught her hand, placing a lingering k**s on her wrist.

“It’s perfect, just like you,” I lied. The food was f*****g horrendous, she was perfection.

She raised her brow, looking unconvinced but left my breakfast…my taste buds were already screaming in protest.

‘Just do it for her and get some real food from mom when we meet with dad,’ my wolf commented. Hopefully my mom wouldn’t mind me raiding her fridge, but she would probably understand.

I scarfed down the food quickly trying not to let the taste linger and washed it down with the coffee; I really needed to put a padlock on the kitchen to keep her out of there.

“You looking forward to getting back to your students?” I asked, hoping to distract her from asking how the breakfast was.

“Yeah, I only hope the sub stuck to my lesson plan…not like last time,” she grumbled. “But I’m looking forward to seeing Naomi again.”

Lisa was a biology teacher in the pack’s prominent high school. It was one of the best in the state and many of the humans in the surrounding area outside of the pack wanted to enroll their children, even being willing to pay for the chance. It had been my idea to our father to accept them in return for a fee, like a private school. Morgan had opposed the proposition, finding the idea of charging outsiders for our schools distasteful. But we were a small pack and needed to find ways to fund it.

“I’ll see you later this evening, pickle,” she beamed up at me as I lingered my k**s on her lips.

“Bye moonshine,” I whispered against her skin.

We only lived a few houses down from my parents, so the walk was barely a few minutes.

‘Does she have to keep calling us that?’ Midnight complained, even though I knew full well he would miss the day she stopped calling us by her pet name and that he was currently sporting a dopey grin in my mind.

Lisa always called me ‘pickle’ in private because she would steal them from my food and I would always play along and pretend I had fallen for her distractions so that she could steal said pickle. After seven years of her pet name, she was hardly about to drop it anytime soon.

My mom was busy singing at the top of her out-of-tune voice as I entered the front door, it appeared all my senses were being assaulted this morning. There was never any sneaking past her though, from where she was painting. My mother’s reflexes were sharper than even my father’s; art was about the only trait she and I shared.

“Hello, my beautiful special boy!” She exclaimed as soon as I closed the front door, engulfing me in a huge hug and littering my face with k****s. It didn’t matter how much we complained, mom would never not make a massive fuss over the four of us.

I finally managed to wrestle free and greet her in a less over-the-top way, while my stomach grumbled loudly.

“Did Lisa try to cook again?” My mom laughed as her nose twitched with the scent of burnt food lingering on me.

“How could you tell?” I joked.

“Go through and see your dad, I’ll bring you something. Can’t have my big, handsome boy working on an empty stomach,” she continued with her fussing.

In my dad’s study he was speaking on the phone, nevertheless he still greeted me with his warm smile. Just as he was hanging up, my mom came in with a huge breakfast sandwich, placing it down in front of me. She left to go back to her mural she was finishing, already beginning to sing once more. My dad always looked at her as though she was a siren who he was bewitched by, unlike the rest of us whose ears bled.

He smirked, knowingly, looking at my plate, “Lisa cooked again?”

…My poor mate’s lack of culinary skill was infamous in the family.

As I ate my dad filled me in on everything I had missed, a mistake on my part as I almost choked when he got to the part of my twin brothers not only finding their mate, but their mate’s ex-mate tracking him down too. Uncharacteristically, neither of the twins had been seen since yesterday and had only mind-linked to let mom and dad know they were concentrating on looking after Taylor for now.

Trust Cal and Cam to turn this family into a damn soap opera!

“So, what do you need me on now I’m back?” I asked.

He slid a stack of papers over to me, “I’m afraid it’s all the boring stuff. The top file is the proposal Morgan hasn’t gotten round to yet which isn’t like him, but I suppose he has had quite a bit on his plate in the last few days. The rest there’s no rush for, so go at your pace, son.”

“How has brother dearest been?” I asked a little too sarcastically and instantly regretted it when my dad flashed me that warning look, remaining silent.

“You could mind-link him yourself or better yet, go see him. But if you must know, he’s been remarkably upbeat.”

Ok? Was that meant to be unusual?

“In any case, I’m sure he’ll appreciate you helping out with the proposal,” my dad prompted with little subtlety.

Ha! Yeah right.

Morgan never seemed to need anyone, especially me, but sometimes I felt he needed my influence. He could be so hell bent on following his heart and being heroic that he lost sight that the other wolves following weren’t like him; they weren’t as fast, strong or resilient. Just like when he put the lives of many of our wolves on the line to save four individuals; he could lose sight of doing what was right for the pack as a whole. The pack wasn’t a few, it was many and sometimes the right decision was a difficult one…not that he would ever thank me.

My dad must have spotted my cynical expression.

“I really wish the two of you didn’t fight like you do,” he sighed heavily, not even bothering to hide the hurt in his eyes.

I knew what it was doing to both him and mom. She had asked me to try harder, to put our differences aside, unfortunately we could be as stubborn as each other at times, something we had definitely inherited from our dad. It was difficult with Morgan. We were close when we were younger but as we grew older it just felt that no matter what I did, he would always do better without trying and I would admit…I was jealous at times. He seemed to be able to have unanimous support no matter what, whereas I just seemed to come off as some a*****e.

“I’ll…try…to look out for him more, ok?”

As I passed the pack house, I looked up, wondering whether I should quickly stop by to meet Taylor. But I thought better on it with a wince. I knew what Cal and Cam were like and I didn’t want to ‘interrupt’ anything. I was about to walk away when a voice called out making me halt and turn to its owner.

Oh hell, not this guy, I internally g*****d. I talked to him once at a party at the pack house the other year and he somehow took that to mean we were now friends.

“Hey Mike! Where you been hiding?” Liam spoke like we were ‘bro’s’.

“…It’s Michael,” I replied flatly, I hated nicknames. The only exception I made was for my Lisa, she could call me anything she wanted.

If he had paid any attention, he made no show of it.

‘You could solve this by simply telling him to f**k off…or claw his throat,’ my wolf bristled.

‘If he calls us Mike once more, I will.’

“So, what exactly is your brother doing slumming it with a human?” He casually asked as he leaned against the wall by the pack house.

Ok, now he lost me.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“What, you didn’t know? She thought she was being all slick, sneaking into his car last night. Guess she thinks sleeping with the Alpha will get her somewhere,” he snidely laughed.

Goddess, he was a condescending a*s but he still made no sense. Morgan wasn’t sleeping with anyone, especially a human. He was more obsessed about waiting for his mate than I had been, why the hell would he change his values now?

“What human?”

“She’s just some human I work with, the one that got herself kidnapped,” he revealed.

Why would Morgan attach himself to someone like this? Was it some weird sort of Florence Nightingale effect? Or was she tricking him or worse, drugging him?

“You’d think for someone who can’t speak, she’d be less annoying,” he continued. “Is that what does it for him? He likes ‘em quiet?”

‘Just punch him already and go see brother about this. What if this woman is using him,’ my wolf urged in the back of my mind.

‘He’ll never say anything, he’ll just blow us off. We need to go to the source and confront her ourselves,’ and I’d had enough of this guy before he had even opened his mouth.

I grabbed Liam by the collar and shoved him up against the wall, shocking him into silence. I may have had my issues with Morgan but I wasn’t about to tolerate anyone speaking about him with such disrespect.

“What is her name and where is she?” I threatened with each syllable. I knew my eyes were black with my wolf, backing up my warning.

“Uhh…she…uhh…June…I don’t know where she is, but she usually works on the Rogue River,” he stammered out.

I dropped him and turned to leave, hearing him scrabble to his feet. I called out over my shoulder as I walked off, not bothering to spare him any more of my time. “You ever speak to me or my family again, I’ll throat punch you so hard you’ll be lucky to even breathe straight.”

I picked up my files I had dropped and quickly ran home to drop them off and grab my car to try and find this ‘June’.

I found a woman on her own around the place Liam had mentioned, completely oblivious and looking down at her phone. That had to be her. Time to find out exactly what her intentions were with my brother.

She noticed me as I approached but what struck me was how she looked me directly in the eye, she was uneasy with my presence but not scared…interesting.

“Wanna tell me exactly why some human like you is throwing yourself at my brother?” I was usually pretty direct with questioning and didn’t like to beat about the bush.

Her eyes widened but there was no reply, she simply continued to stare at me, looking increasingly nervous. Liam’s words came back to me again, “…for someone who can’t speak…”, did that mean she was mute or something?

“Ok, I’ll make this simpler. Yes or no, are you f*****g around with Morgan?” Her face flamed beet red at my question with a mortified expression shining in her eyes.

….I felt his aura before I saw him.

Morgan stalked towards us in just a pair of shorts, looking as though he had just been out for a run. The ground held a faint tremor meaning he was losing control of his aura…over this human?

“What’re you doing here?” He demanded, aggressively.

“What’re you doing here?” I countered.

“Doing a perimeter run, like I should be. Now why the f**k are you harassing our pack members?” He stepped forward, placing himself squarely in front of the human woman.

His aura continued to pulsate, making it hard for me to maintain eye contact but I wasn’t about to lose face now. He was protecting her…like a mate would against an enemy.

…No f*****g way!

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