Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 234

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY FOUR

Talia’s POV

My wolf woke me close to noon.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling before the time registered. The light coming through the curtains was too bright for morning. I sat up and looked at the other side of the bed.

‘Why did you wait so long to wake me?’ I asked.

‘Because you needed more rest,’ my wolf replied. ‘Now, let’s get up and find our mate.’

I could not remember the last time I had slept this long. My body clearly needed it more than I had thought. I still felt tired but

not as much as before.

I got up, washed, and dressed before heading down to the dining room.

Breakfast had been kept warm for me. I sat down and placed a roll on my plate. I had taken only a few bites when Maggie walked in, and she was grinning from ear to ear.

“You look like you’re having a good day,” I said as I took another bite of my roll.

“Luna,” she chirped. “Alpha Nolan is waiting for you in the central garden. He said to come whenever you’re ready.”

I set the bread down. “Did something happen?”

Maggie shook her head. “Nope, just a surprise I think,” Maggie replied. “He said to tell you to come when you are ready.”

Intrigued, I grabbed another roll and headed out. As I approached the central garden, the air carried the scent of roses. My wolf caught the scent and became curious.

‘The roses are in bloom,’ my wolf said in surprise.

‘Not possible. It is the wrong season,’ I replied.

The moment I stepped through the entrance, I saw the rose bushes. They were full and open despite the cold. How was that possible?

‘There is something on them,’ my wolf added. ‘A fertilizer, or a potion maybe. Something was used to bring them out early.”

I looked at them for a moment longer before continuing down the path.

At the far end of the garden stood the central greenhouse. The glass was fogged slightly from the warmth inside. I pushed the door open and stepped in

Nolan stood beside a table that had been set up in the center of the room. It was the kind of table you would expect in the main dining room, not a greenhouse. It was properly laid out with several covered dishes, two glasses, and an open bottle of wine

“Good morning,” Nolan said.

“It is noon, Nolan.”

He stepped closer, a small smile playing on his lips. “You just woke up, so it’s morning to me ”

“What is all of this?”

“A date,” he said simply, pulling out the chair nearest to me “Sit down”

“You planned all of this?” I asked as I walked over

“I did. Since you came to Bloodmoon, I have not given you the time I should have. We never had a proper honeymoon We have

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barely had an afternoon to ourselves without something pulling one or both of us away. I wanted to change that.” Nolan gestured toward the chair again.

I sat down and Nolan took the seat across from me and poured the wine.

“It is perfect,” I told him.

Nolan chuckled and said, “You haven’t tried the food yet.”

“That is not what I meant,” I said. “Being here with you is enough.”

Nolan reached over and lifted the cover from one of the dishes. The smell reached me before I saw it clearly. It was pepper chicken stew, prepared the way it was made in Silverfang. I recognized the color of the broth and the way the herbs had been laid across the top before I even lifted the spoon.

“Della made it,” Nolan said, watching my face. “She said it was your favorite.”

I pulled the dish closer and served myself a generous portion without waiting. I had not eaten it since leaving home. It tasted exactly the way I remembered.

“She has been keeping this from me the entire time I have been here in Bloodmoon,” I said. “I am going to get her back for this.”

Nolan smiled at my reaction and uncovered another dish on his side of the table. “This one I made myself. Maggie told me what to do, but I did the cooking.”

I served myself a portion of what turned out to be herb-crusted lamb. It was well-seasoned and cooked through properly. “This is delicious.”

Nolan raised an eyebrow. He picked up his own fork, cut a piece for himself, and chewed it slowly. His brows furrowed as he put his fork down.

“It is too salty,” he said.

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