Second Chance Luna (Phoebe and Jason) novel Chapter 68

Phoebe breathed deep as Jason helped her out of the limo.

Despite his assurances she couldn’t shake her anxiety. She was about to meet the royal family. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever entertained that thought. Even if she ahd become Rimrock’s Luna there was almost no chance that she would stand in front of royalty. Phoebe was anxious, but Máni was unimpressed.

For the past week her wolf had been restless and easily annoyed especially whenever talk about the royal family dominated the conversation which had been quiet often.

Norah had painstakingly instructed Phoebe in how to properly meet and greet them. Though the royal family needed to be respected as Blue Moon’s Luna Phoebe didn’t need to pander to them. She should be dignified and friendly but not overly accommodating.

Why?’ Máni huffed. We owe them nothing.’

Despite her internal conflict Phoebe continued her projects for the pack but the strain was beginning to tell and she knew Jason felt it too. He was as loving as ever coaxing her to relax. It was only in those moments her wolf forgot its hostility and succumbed to their mate’s charms.

“Everything all right?” Jason asked.

“Just nervous.”

“You have no reason to be, angel.”

‘Damn straight, Máni seconded. They’re the ones who should be nervous.

“You okay?” Lucille asked as she and Ben joined them.

“Yeah, my wolf is restless,” Phoebe said.

They stood outside an impressive mansion. It was the royal’s seat of power though it was more like an embassy than a capitol. In Europe the royal family possessed an actual castle though even Jason hadn’t seen it.

It had been home to the royal family for centuries. In contrast the mansion in front of them was much more recent. After Blue Moon, Harvest Moon, and Blood Moon immigrated to the Americas, the royals’ authority waned considerably. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free. They relocated as well but their presence here was lukewarm at best. Summoning important pack alphas to attend events such as this one was about the extent of their power though they were desperate to hide it.

A few days ago Jason, Phoebe and their escort had flown in to prepare for the upcoming party. It was clear Jason had very little actual desire to be there. Though they were welcome to stay in the royal mansion they couldn’t bring in their security detail a fact that certainly irritated Jason whose primary concern was always his Luna’s safety.

Instead Blue Moon maintained a small estate nearby staffed by their pack members.

Phoebe thought it was a little overboard until Ben informed her that most packs did the same thing. No alpha willingly relinquished their authority to the King. Máni agreed wholeheartedly.

Since Jason couldn’t bring an escort he insisted on Lucille and Ben accompanying them much to his sister’s annoyance. All week, she complained about playing nice with the princess, referring to her as the royal pain. Phoebe made the mistake of asking her why she didn’t like her only once.

“She’s a stuck-up, whiny b***h,” Lucille practically snarled when asked. “And she had the most irritating voice. Lucy why don’t you speak to your brother? I know you can convince him to take me for his mate. Yeah right! As if I would ever want to be family with her!”

So the Princess was yet another she wolf with eyes on her mate. The knowledge didn’t really faze Phoebe in the slightest. Between Kristie, Katrina, Camilla, even young Tracy the list seemed never-ending but fending off the princess sounded like a greater challenge.

‘She lays one finger on our Mate we will rip her hand off, Máni growled.

Phoebe took a deep breath threading her arm through Jason’s as they headed to the door. A guard stood there to greet them with a list of packs invited.

“Names?”

“Alpha Jason, Blue Moon,” Jason replied. “My sister Lucille and her mate Gamma Ben and, of course, my Luna, Phoebe.”

The guard looked bored as he checked them off the list until Jason announced his Luna. His head shot up to stare at Phoebe like she was Chicken Little and just declared the sky was falling. Her gaze shimmered silver at the guard’s obvious shock.

‘He ain’t seen nothing yet!’ Máni chuckled.

“G-go right in,” the guard finally nodded.

“Well, if that is the look at the door, I can’t wait until we get inside,” Lucille chuckled.

Jason stifled a growl.

“Oh, come on brother. We should have some fun with this!! I can’t wait for that snob to meet Phoebe. It’s going to be a show!”

Jason’s grip tightened protectively making Phoebe chuckle.

Maybe it came with being an alpha but he always assumed the worst. It would certainly be easier if these she wolves would leave her mate alone.

Walking down the hall, they ignored the royal guards they passed and made their way to the center of the mansion, where it opened into a wide courtyard. They stepped outside the doors and down steps into an area open to the night sky. As with any werewolf function this birthday was held under the moon and stars. Phoebe looked up with a frown. The night was rather overcast and she hoped it wouldn’t rain.

She glanced around to see quite a few guests had arrived before them and were mingling in the absence of their hosts. Phoebe didn’t know why but it seemed strange to her. Even if the royal family intended to make formal introductions later shouldn’t at least one of them be there to greet their guests?

“If you are wondering where the royal family is, don’t,”

Lucille shook her head. “They’ll make their grand entrance a little before midnight when all the guests have arrived.

Until then we can do whatever.”

Phoebe nodded. A server met them offering champagne and earned a snarl from Jason. Baring his neck the server quickly departed.

“Jason.”

“A little advice,” Ben said before Phoebe could protest. ”

They only serve drinks with aconite and strong ones at that. I don’t advise accepting any.”

Phoebe frowned. She knew werewolves had come up with their own alcoholic beverages utilizing aconite. The more aconite mixed into it the more potent the effects but why would the royal family serve it on such a special occasion?

It seemed an invitation for trouble as drunken werewolves were just as unpredictable as drunken humans.

‘Don’t forget it also weakens our connection, Máni reminded.

‘So the royal family wants us weak?’

‘Depending on the strength of the wolf drinking too much would impair their aura and make it impossible to shift. It gives the royal family an edge especially considering we couldn’t bring our own guards. No wonder our Mate is on edge.’

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