Luna's Deadly Deception: How She Made Her Alpha Pay novel Chapter 68

The car came to a stop and Askhan was the first to get out. He made his way to our side of the car and helped us with the door.

Emma was the first to hop out before I stepped out after all. She hurried over to Askhan who was more than willing to take her in his arms.

"Let’s head in." He sent me a smile before leading the way into the palace.

Emma remained perched close to Askhan as he showed her around, pointing out all the places in the palace like some sort of tour guide. I watched the interaction between them, unable to hold back the smile on my face.

"You needed to see your mother when she was a little girl." Askhan laughed.

Emma’s eyes widened. "What was mommy like?"

Askhan’s eyes glinted mischievously as he turned back to Emma. "She was a fighter. The strongest among all the female Alphas we had. Back then, she used to protect all her friends, no matter the circumstance."

Emma turned to me, a look of awe in her face. My face was starting to hurt from how hard I’d been smiling.

"You’re so cool, mom." Emma beamed.

I laughed. "Oh, am I?"

She nodded her head vigorously and began to demonstrate how I must have fought off all the ‘bad guys’ back then.

I told Askhan I’d like to stay in the parts of the palace where I’d lived when I first came to the Alpha Palace. He was more than willing to let me stay where I wanted, bidding Emma goodbye even though she tried to cling to him.

"That’s enough now." I said as the door slammed shut. "Let’s get you to bed."

"But I’m not tired." She whined.

"Doesn’t matter. You need your nap else you’ll be all grumpy, and no one likes a grumpy munchkin now, do they?"

I attacked her with tickles, her laugh sounding like music to my ears. She tried to run away but I had her trapped in my grip.

"Mom!"

"Alright, alright." I stopped with the tickles, wrapping my arms around her. "Let’s get you to bed now, shall we?"

She nodded her head, a rosy colour dusting her cheeks. I led her to bed and tucked her in, making sure she was asleep before I left her side.

Hearing him call me that nickname shouldn’t have had any effect on me whatsoever, yet hearing my name on his tongue sent this weird feeling through me.

When we were young, Quentin used to call me that in private. The epithet seemed to awaken certain memories, but I compressed them all to a place where they could not cloud my judgment.

"Hi, Quentin." I answered calmly. "What’s up?"

There was a small pause before he finally spoke. "Just wanted to check in with you, see how you’re doing."

"Oh, I’m good."

The grip on my phone was tighter than normal. A part of me wondered what was the real reason he’d called me. It didn’t make sense.

"You and me, The Steig. What do you say?" he asked.

The Steig was a renowned, high-class restaurant, known for having the most delicious and sensational delicacies. This restaurant was one of my favorites before I got married.

I rolled the words over in my head, my heart beat speeding up as I thought about it. He wanted us to meet up for some reason best known to him.