Forsaken by the Moon Goddess novel Chapter 89

Benedict

By that evening, Marrok had nearly healed me completely, enough so that the doctor is willing to release me if I promise not to overextend myself.

“By overextend myself, you mean …?” I ask.

“Let’s wait another day before you shift. Alpha Marrok will know when you’re healed. Oh, and let’s give it another day before you and Alpha Sloane mark and mate each other. Go see your pack, let them know you’re alive and well, and then tomorrow, the two of you can complete your bond if you’re both ready,” he says.

“Oh, we’re ready,” Sloane says from behind him, making me grin.

“I’m glad it’s finally ‘we’ and not ‘me’,” I say.

“Come on. I’ll walk back over to your pack with you,” she says.

“Will you stay the night?” I ask softly.

“Someone has to look after you,” she says, grinning.

It feels good to shower and step outside in the fresh air. I take a couple of deep breaths, realizing that the ache in my throat is almost completely gone.

‘I’ll have you healed completely by morning. We’ll be able to shift by then,’ Marrok says.

I follow Sloane back to her packhouse, letting her check in with her pack and with Scarlet, before taking our time walking back to my pack.

“Let’s swing by that area again,” I say.

“Which area?” she asks.

“The one where we want to build a new packhouse.”

We stop, looking around and I begin to outline where I think our packhouse should sit. She adds to it, including a pool for pack parties, a training area for our warriors, and a pup play area.

I smile at her.

“What?” she asks.

“We work really well together. We make a good team.”

“We better if we’re going to lead a pack together.”

“If we have time tonight, let’s start talking about finances. My pack’s finances are good, but we need to think about combining the two together. I have no idea what type of financial situation Alpha Waylon left you in …”

“It’s good. I don’t know what to compare it to, but the pack is self-sufficient.”

“That’s good. Then between both our packs, we should be able to start building our new packhouse soon. We’ll need to get an architect to draw up the plans and we’ll need to make sure that we have enough space to accommodate everyone…” I begin, thinking it through.

“Why? Maybe not everyone wants to live in the packhouse. Maybe some of the younger families would rather have their own homes,” she says, looking around and shrugging. “Think outside the box, right? We could create a little community for people to have houses nearby, giving them more privacy than the packhouse provides, and a place where they can raise their pups more quietly.”

I pull her against me. “You are so brilliant, do you know that?”

“Well, I WAS co-Valedictorian of my class,” she says, grinning.

“Don’t I know it. That was the second hardest I’ve ever had to work for something in my life.”

“What was the first?” she asks. I’m not surprised she doesn’t know.

“Getting you to agree to be my mate,” I say, kissing her nose.

“You didn’t have to work that hard to do it.”

I scoff. “Are you kidding me? Do you remember how hard you tried to push me away in the beginning?”

She grins. “No, but I do remember you following me around like a lost little puppy.”

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