Second Chance Luna (Phoebe and Jason) novel Chapter 30

“Favorite color?”

“Blue.”

Phoebe chuckled, “That’s a little cliché.”

Jason smiled loving the sound of her laughter as he entwined his fingers with hers, “Maybe, but I’m leaning more toward silver these days.”

They lay together enjoying each others company after a passionate session. It seemed their appetite for each other was becoming insatiable. Her reactions thrilled him pushing him to explore more of her.

“What about you?”

“Green.”

“Really?”

“It’s calming and it’s the color of spring and life.”

“It suits you.”

“Thank you,” Phoebe sighed snuggling closer.

Jason growled appreciation as her body pressed against his with nothing separating them. His hand caressed her curves enjoying her bare skin under his touch. It was amazing such simple actions brought his immediate arousal.

“Jason, you are incorrigible,” Phoebe chuckled

“You can hardly blame me when such a beautiful she wolf is lying in my arms smelling as delicious as you,” he whispered against her neck where her scent was the strongest.

“I suppose it’s a good thing you don’t need encouragement since I don’t have any experience with that.”

Jason paused pulling back to look at her, “You know I waited…Do you know why?”

Phoebe shook her head. She sensed there was a story but had been too embarrassed to ask in case it was personal.

“It’s because of my mother,” Jason explained. “She and my father were fated mates. They tell you meeting your fated mate is supposed to be magical, right?”

Phoebe nodded. Her parents told her the same thing.

Meeting her fated mate had been anything but magical and she almost ruined meeting her second chance because of it.

“Well, my parents’ first meeting was one to remember,” Jason sighed. “My father didn’t wait for his fated mate. He actually had several relationships with various she wolves in his pack and other packs. His most consistent partner was a Biue Moon warrior named Blanche.”

He paused and Phoebe waited for him to continue when he was ready.

“Anyway, a friend and ally of his had his Alpha Ceremony so my father attended and brought Blanche with him as a sort of bodyguard and for…other things. While they were there they ducked into a bathroom for…a quickie…and while Blanche was…satisfying my father…my mother walked-in on them.”

Phoebe gasped.

Jason kissed her forehead, “Yeah. My mother was the daughter of the pack’s Gamma but spent a lot of time at her mother’s pack with her maternal grandparents who were betas. So she and my father hadn’t ever met until that moment. Of course my mother’s eyes went right to the she-wolf going down on my father and immediately felt the pains of his betrayal.”

Jason paused remembering the hurt in his mother’s eyes when she told him the story.

“She ran out of the room. My father knocked Blanche over trying to follow. He didn’t even know my mother’s name, her pack, nothing. He caught up to her and convinced her to give him another chance. She refused to go with him immediately because she didn’t want to travel in the same vehicle as Blanche. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free. So my father returned home and waited. My mother arrived about a week later and he introduced her to the pack as his mate and Luna. His parents were thrilled and so was the pack, aside from a few. About a week or so later, while my father was busy negotiating with another pack, Blanche and two others attacked my mother.”

Phoebe stiffened shocked by the idea wolves would actually attack their Luna.

“My mother was the daughter of a gamma and had beta blood so she had plenty of training. Against three trained warriors she held her own as long as she could. They might have killed her if my dad’s Gamma hadn’t arrived in time.

“Needless to say my father was furious when he saw his Luna in the hospital and when he learned who did it he flew off the handle. He marched down to the cells where the she-wolves were imprisoned. He gave them three choices if they wanted to live: one submit to their Luna; two, transfer to another pack or; three, he would banish them to be rogues.”

Phoebe caressed his arm sensing his disquiet and wanting to sooth him. Jason sighed closing his eyes and submitting to her presence.

“They chose to submit. My mom had her Luna Ceremony and for awhile it was fine except after that day my mother insisted on two guards at all times, hand-picked by her. I can’t imagine what my father thought knowing his Luna didn’t feel safe in her own pack because of him. But that was her condition for staying. Not long after she became pregnant with me. She was almost five months along when Blanche attacked her a second time…this time with a silver knife.”

Phoebe shuddered looking at him. Werewolf pregnancies generally only lasted six months so he had been nearly to term when his mother was attacked. The silver could have killed them both. Jason grimaced at the concern shimmering in her eyes.

“If it weren’t for her bodyguards, we would almost certainly have died,” Jason said. “My father was away for an alpha meeting. When he returned and learned what happened he flew into a rage. According to his Beta he didn’t even let Blanche say two words before he broke her neck with such force he nearly ripped her head clean off. But the damage was done. My mother never fully trusted my father nor any members of the pack after that. They were never able to properly bond with her.”

Phoebe bit her lip.

“I never wanted my mate to go through that. And I’ll never regret waiting for you. You are perfect, my angel.”

Phoebe propped herself up so she could looked at him.

Sympathy and concern shimmered in her eyes as if feeling his pain and disappoint from decades ago. Jason smiled.

He loved that about her. Despite her rejection her heart was open and ready to share his every hurt and insecurity.

Smiling he pulled her close kissing her deeply.

“You don’t have to worry, angel,” he nuzzled her. “It’s been years.”

“But it still hurts,” Phoebe said her hand resting on his chest. “Time doesn’t make pain go away. It just buries it a little deeper.”

Jason grimaced. She wasn’t wrong. After hearing his mother’s story he resented his father for many years and used Blanche as ammunition whenever they argued. It didn’t help that many of their arguments were about Jason’s abstinence.

***

Outside the patio was strung with blue and white Christmas lights and paper lanterns. His mother had wheeled out the old piano and amused herself by playing dance songs for the younger pups until their bedtime. Later they would rely on the sound system to play songs from a playlist for the older pups and adults.

Though it was his birthday, Jason stepped out from the packhouse alone to accept the pack’s congratulations.

Ignoring the she-wolves eager for his attention he spent most of the night with his sister, Luke and Ben. Halfway through the night his father took him aside.

“Aren’t you going to ask any of these fine ladies to dance?”

“I have no reason to.”

“Now son, it isn’t polite to ignore such beauties.”

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