"Bound to the Rejected Luna" Capítulo 24
Capítulo 24
Jason chatted amicably with his pack members. Many asked him about his travels and what other packs were like, as well as the rise in rogue attacks. He answered their questions and tried to ease their concerns. Though there had been some incursions in their own territory, their warriors had stopped them well before they caused any major damage. Jason patrolled their borders himself and assured them the rogues had been driven out.
Several congratulated him on finding his Luna. But though he accepted their congratulations, he couldn't help but notice most did not approach Phoebe. His gaze continually sought her out, watching as she conversed and laughed, but the only wolves who approached her were ones she already knew: his mother, sister, Mona, and Bridget. It worried him that the pack was not integrating her. Phoebe had been so isolated in her previous pack, he didn't want that for her here.
The servers seemed to be paying particular attention to their new Luna. Not only did several approach her to thank her for her actions at breakfast, but they were also concerned she enjoyed her meal and that her needs were met. Their actions at least gave him some hope that she would be fully accepted by the pack.
"Don't look so serious," Luke nudged him. "It's a party."
"I'm aware."
"What's the matter?" Luke asked. He followed Jason's gaze to Phoebe. She was laughing at something Lucille said, blushing. He could only imagine what racy comment had just been made. "She looks happy. Is there a problem?"
"It's been an hour but no one else has tried to approach her," Jason muttered.
"Well, you can hardly blame them," Luke chuckled. "She's surrounded by the Former Luna as well as the Beta and Gamma's mates. Not many would approach so many high-ranking members."
Jason sipped his beer. Was that all there was to it? His brow furrowed in thought.
"Try to relax. The night's still young," Luke patted his shoulder. "So... you adopted two pups today."
Jason cleared his throat, "Well, they are living on the Alpha floor and my mother adores them."
Luke chuckled, "There's more to it than that. I saw you with them after the initiation. You looked like a proud papa."
Luke gave him a knowing smile. Jason had always been a good Alpha, but there had been distance and disconnect between him and the other pack members. Part of it stemmed from the lack of a Luna as well as an uncertain future with no prospect of heirs. The pack trusted in his strength and leadership, but they lacked true connection.
Lunas knitted a pack together, strengthening its collective bonds as well as their bond to their Alpha. While Alphas were often intense and difficult to approach, Lunas were generally gentler and welcoming. Pack members often brought their concerns to her first. Without a Luna, they sometimes sought Luke, or Ben, or more rarely Mona, Lucille, and Norah. Now that Jason had found his Luna, the disconnection he felt with his pack should naturally resolve itself.
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While the adults conversed, the pups darted around them, playing various games or stealing bits of food. The pack pups were naturally curious about the newly initiated pair and welcomed them into their games. It seemed making friends was easier for younger pack members than their elders.
As the pups chased each other, a young she-wolf tripped and fell, skinning her knee. The pup whimpered, but before anyone else could react, Phoebe scooped her up and cuddled her. Carrying the pup to a table, she sat down, cooing softly. "Shh. Shh. It's okay, sweetie."
Whether through the pack link or simply motherly instinct, an omega brought a damp washcloth. Phoebe accepted it with a smile.
"This might sting a little," she warned the pup before gently cleaning the injury.
The pup whimpered but didn't cry out as it leaned into her, soothed by her gentle aura. Bridget still had the balm and extra bandages, so treating the skinned knee was a simple task. Phoebe cooed to the pup the entire time.
"You are such a brave girl. There, all done. It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Good. A brave little one like you deserves a reward."
As if knowing exactly what their Luna intended, the omega server brought a cookie for the pup, who seemed quite content with all the attention.
"Lexi," a she-wolf emerged from the crowd, summoned by someone who recognized the pup. "What happened?"
"Mommy," the pup smiled with a mouth full of cookie, "look what Luna gave me for being brave."
Phoebe smiled at the nervous mother, "We just took a little tumble, but she was very brave."
Standing, she handed the pup to the worried mother, who apologized, "I'm so sorry she bothered you, Luna."
"Oh, she was no bother," Phoebe shook her head, tickling the pup. "She's adorable and such a sweetheart."
"I think you're sweet too, Luna," Lexi declared.
"Thank you," Phoebe poked her nose.
The pup giggled.
Across the quad, Jason watched as his mate tenderly cared for, comforted, and entertained the pup. She had not hesitated a moment to scoop her up just as she had not hesitated to take in Blake and Emma. Pups definitely brought out her best, and his chest swelled with pride.
'Mate is amazing!'
Lobo howled in his mind.
Jason couldn't agree more. He watched as Phoebe continued speaking with the mother, gleaning who knows what information. Phoebe had a comforting presence that drew others in, and they relaxed as they opened up to her.
Eventually, the pup fell asleep and the mother excused herself. After that, it was like a dam broke. Other pack members began to approach, mostly other mothers. Some had doubted the rumors swirling around since breakfast, but they couldn't deny what they witnessed with their own eyes.
Jason watched, finally content as more pack members introduced themselves. Phoebe gave each of them attention as they asked about her old pack and answered her questions about Blue Moon. Despite the growing number of admirers eager to converse with her, she didn't seem overwhelmed or uncomfortable.
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"See," Luke slapped his shoulder, "I told you."
Jason nodded. There was no denying Phoebe's natural charm. It drew others to her. How her previous pack was able to ignore her was beyond his comprehension. She was not a wolf meant to live anonymously or, as she put it, "a nameless cog."
His gaze settled on his mate. Though she wore multiple layers, it did nothing to hide her form, the soft swell of her breasts, the gentle shape of her curves. His gaze traveled down her shapely legs as her musical laughter reached his ears.
"Do you mind not mentally undressing your mate in public?" Luke nudged him, startling him from his thoughts. "I can practically smell your arousal."
Jason felt his face warm. He tried to marshal his wayward thoughts while his Beta chuckled at his discomfort.
"What's so funny?" Ben asked, joining them. As Gamma, he was generally more approachable than Alpha or Beta, though with a Luna now in attendance, he would probably lose his edge.
"Our Alpha mentally stripping his Luna in public," Luke answered.
"Is that all?" Ben chuckled.
"Stop it," Jason warned, earning more snickers. He growled, but there wasn't much threat to it.
"Relax, Jace," Luke tried to suppress his laughter. "It's completely natural."
Ben nodded in agreement. The mating bond was not something one could fight, especially between fated mates. If the initial attraction was not overwhelming enough, the longer they were together, the stronger the connection and urge to mark them became.
In fact, Jason was playing a dangerous game by holding himself back. Yet, they knew why he did. Phoebe was not a typical mate. She had been rejected once. Because of that, she did not trust the bond. He wanted to earn her trust rather than forcing the bond. It was a stance Ben respected, but it also meant Jason was putting added pressure on himself to control his wolf and their natural urges. But Jason would not force Phoebe to do anything she wasn't ready for.
Ben's gaze slid toward their Luna, watching her sip from the drink she had been given as she conversed with other pack members. Unmated males were keeping their distance lest their actions be construed as a challenge to their Alpha's claim, but several she-wolves did introduce their mates.
"Ah Jace, is Phoebe much of a drinker?" Ben asked.
"Phoebe? No, I don't think so. At least she didn't have anything in her cottage."
"Uh-oh."
"What?"
"Do you think anyone told her that is Aconite Beer?"
Jason jerked to attention and looked again to Phoebe, focusing on the container in her hand. A growl burst from him, "Who the hell gave her that?"
"Easy, easy," Luke patted his shoulder, not wanting to restrain him. "Take it easy."
"The aconite is less than a half percent," Ben reminded.
Jason only allowed the weakest of the three brews on his territory. Though the aconite in the beer wouldn't do any lasting damage, it still hurt their wolf spirits and weakened their connection at least temporarily. There was also the danger of becoming addicted just like with humans. Alcoholism was rare for werewolves because their wolf spirits constrained any desire for self-destruction, which made aconite beer so dangerous as it weakened the connection to their spirit. Jason's fur bristled as he fought Lobo for control.
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Someone had given their mate poison, and he was ready to tear the pack apart to find out who. Luke and Ben's words slowly reached him, and Jason was able to maintain control. They breathed sighs of relief as he calmed. This night was important for the pack to bond to their Luna, and it wouldn't do them any good if their Alpha went on a rampage.
Phoebe moaned. For some reason, her head felt fuzzy. She felt weighed down but at the same time, it was as if she was floating. Strong arms supported her, lifted her, and carried her. A pleasant smell invaded her nose, making her entire body relax. Groggily, she opened her eyes to see a firm chin softened by dark stubble. Raising her head, she saw the face near hers.
"Jason?"
"Feeling all right, angel?" he asked, looking at her with concern.
"Hmm. What time is it? What happened?"
"Late. You had a bit too much to drink."
"Did I?"
He clenched his jaw. Jason had counted at least five cans in her hand throughout the night. He hadn't interfered, not wanting to discourage the pack from interacting with their Luna. What was more, she looked so happy. The entire night Phoebe conversed and laughed with the pack, something she never did with her old pack.
He let it go too far when it became clear she was a little too drunk. When she turned seeking a chair, she stumbled. Jason was at her side immediately, picking her up. Though she had maintained well up to that point, she immediately fell asleep in his arms. The pack members still lingering outside were concerned, but he assured them she simply had too much. Now he carried her up the stairs to their floor.
Her head fell back to his shoulder. Her arms curled around him, her face close to his neck, sighing. Softly, she muttered, "You smell good... like dogwood and campfire."
Jason shuddered with pleasure at her touch and blushed at her admission. Lobo pranced in his mind, exceptionally pleased. She nuzzled his neck and her embrace tightened. Jason groaned as his skin almost felt electrified at her touch.
Reaching the Alpha floor, he quickly ensconced her into their private suite, wanting to avoid his mother who he knew was still up after sending the pups to bed. Laying Phoebe down in their bed, Jason carefully took off her shoes then hesitated. She should really change into pajamas so she could sleep comfortably.
"Phoebe," he smoothed her hair away from her face, taking out the clip taming it. "Phoebe, angel, I need you to get up and change. Angel?"
She stirred, "I really like it when you call me that."
"You like it when I call you angel?"
"It makes me feel special."
Jason leaned close, kissing her forehead, "You are special, angel. I won't let you forget it. Can you wake up and change?"
She moaned but fell back to sleep. Jason hesitated, not sure what he should do. He wanted her to rest comfortably, but he also didn't want to undress her without permission.
With a sigh, he eased back, but she suddenly reached for him and pulled him back. Surprised and caught off balance, he nearly toppled on top of her. Jason caught himself, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Don't leave," Phoebe muttered, a slight pleading to her voice.
"Shh." Jason kissed her gently before bowing his head and nipping her ear. "I won't even leave. I promise, angel."
She sighed, falling back to sleep. Slowly, he eased back and pushed himself off the bed. He stepped back, trying to get a hold of himself. Her scent was intoxicating. Forcing himself away, he retreated to the bathroom and into the shower. He leaned his forehead against the tile as the cold water fell on his heated skin. Lobo whimpered, pacing in his mind.
'Get back to Mate!'
Jason shook his head.
'Get back to Mate now! She needs us!'
'Not until we're in control,'
Jason insisted.
Lobo growled.
'I refuse to do anything without her consent, and she's not in any condition to give it. Do you want her to hate us?'
Lobo whimpered and finally retreated.
Jason sighed, looking down at his stiff member. Groaning, he gripped it, working it back and forth. His mind filled with images of Phoebe laughing and smiling. Her scent was still thick in his nose as he increased his pace. It didn't take long to bring himself to his release. Jason groaned as he ejaculated and let it wash down the drain before finally stepping out of the shower.
Drying himself, he pulled on a pair of sweats before returning to the bedroom. Phoebe, he found, had turned in her sleep, hugging his pillow where his scent was strongest. He smiled, recalling her confession on the stairs.
Slipping into the bed, he eased himself next to her and pulled her into his embrace. Phoebe snuggled against him, breathing deep and relaxing. Jason chuckled gently, caressing her. Lobo finally settled now that she was in their arms.
'Soon,'
Jason promised his wolf.
'We'll claim her soon.'
'Yes! Mate ours!'
But he couldn't until she was ready. He told her that her word was his law and he would never wrest control from her. An Alpha bowed to no wolf but his Luna.
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