From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235

Tut Lemon and offvia. Our Beta and this fiate as lonest friends. The first pesphese ease dome as SMaretterans Sama

viating sures from another pack.

The door wings open.

Smells like you two brought the good stuff, Matthew says, grin already spreading acrins his f现在

“It’s almost all Olivia,” James answers, lifting a foil–covered dish in one hand and a tag of Tupperware in the other his tan tar is tamp from the mist outside, his eyes bright. I am merely the pack mule.”

Behind him, Olivia appears, cheeks flushed from the cool air. In her arms is a squirming curly–saret bunde in thy neces in a

dinosaur sweatshirt.

Ethan.

The little wolf’s scent hits me–baby shampoo, milk, and a faint undercurrent of pine and pup. He looks tiger than I remember, easy the size of a three–year–old human child. Wolf pups grow fast in those early years.

“Uncle Matt!‘ he squeals, launching both arms toward Matthew like a baby koala seeing in favorne mee

Olivia barely has time to adjust her grip before Matthew steps forward. His whole body shit, moulders tropping, hands are

“I got him,” he says softly.

He slides the dish and bag out of James’s hands onto the entry table without looking his focus need

Then he scoops Ethan up, one broad palm supporting the boy’s bottom, the other cradling the back of his head

Ethan lets out a delighted shriek and head butts Matthew’s chest with all the strength his imle body on numer

Careful, Matthew laughs, his voice going instinctively quiet, as of the car itself has to sober br

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de grah terfuls of Matthew’s T–shirt. His legs wrap around Matthew’s waist like he belongs there.

Back sudderdy… useless. The tightness that’s been coiled inside me since we landed–about being the Luna now,

ight jeansenet in a strange new way.

Olivia wams toward me for a quick hug, smelling like coffee and roasted garlic and the steady beat of motherhood.

Hey, you, she says next my eat. “You look better than I did after my honeymoon, trust me.”

I tout! a tiny laugh. I feel like a wrung–out dishrag

‘Jet lag is a liar,” she says, waving it away. “Come on, let’s get this food on the table so these two can wear each other out.”

“These two are now deep in a serious conversation about trucks.

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