I nod. “Thank you for telling me that.” It does make me feel better, although I hadn’t considered how close we’ll be while sparring. He’s an Alpha and most likely an excellent fighter. While I may have been a good fighter at one time, I’m very much out of practice.
He takes a defensive posture and beckons me. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Luna.”
“I’m no longer a Luna,” I say, getting into an attack posture.
“Are you not?” he asks me. I know what he’s asking. If I’m his mate,
that still makes me a Luna.
He beckons me forward again and I attack. My lack of practice is immediately evident, but Alpha Ezra is a great instructor. He gives me pointers, gently showing me my weak spots and making sure I’m covering them.
He doesn’t let up and neither do I. I’m not sure how long we’ve been sparring, but my unused muscles are screaming at me when he grabs the arm I’ve just thrown at him to punch him. He spins me around and wraps his arms around me, pinning my back to his chest, my arms pinned across my chest with his arms wrapped around them. We’re both panting, and I feel him run his nose through my hair.
“You’re trying to fight me. Stop. You need to think about being in a battle. You need to think about fighting someone who is trying to kill you. You’re over thinking it. You have good instincts and good
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training, you’re just out of practice. We’ll pick this up again tomorrow,” he says quietly in my car, before releasing me.
I look around and realize that training is done, and the warriors are heading inside for breakfast.
“Thank you, Alpha,” I say.
“Any time, Luna,” he says. He’s smiling at me, but his eyes are full of
sire as he watches me. “You’ll want to soak in a warm bath
heat
to
r muscles will be feeling this workout.”
turn to walk inside. I hadn’t expected him to truly spar with ought he’d take every opportunity to touch me, and there were but he’d used every one of them as a learning opportunity.
rn and look at him over my shoulder, seeing him watching me as I alk away. Alpha Hunter walks up to him and says something. He responds without looking away from me.
I turn to walk inside. He surprised me today and I put the thought of rejecting him to the back of my mind for now.
Hunter
I was surprised when Sophie told me that Brooklyn wanted to be at Owen’s execution. It’s yet another reminder that I should never underestimate anyone, not even my omegas.
Brooklyn had found a way to awaken all of the women who lost their mates. After seeing that it worked for the first one, we started bringing the pups to see their mothers. Some woke faster than others, but now,
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they’ve all woken, including Leah. Sophie and I made a point to see them all, checking on them and making sure that they don’t need anything from us or the pack. It’s not uncommon for those who have lost their mates to want to leave the packhouse, finding the cheerful, boisterous atmosphere too much to bear, and these women were no different. I let Sophie and Kinsley handle the move for the families out of the packhouse and into their own homes. My mate, in all her intuitive genius, decided to move them all close together. It not only allows them to continue to have other pack members close, but it also gives them a sense of security. Now, Leah and Brooklyn aren’t alone on the outskirts of the pack.
When Ezra arrived with Owen, I was thrilled that he asked about reaffirming our alliance. He’s pulled away from me since my sister’s death, but now, hopefully, he’s coming back.
Of course, all that goes out the window when he realizes that Margot is his second chance mate. He’s been waiting a long time for the possibility of a second chance mate, whereas Margot only rejected her mate a week ago. Understandably, her response to finding out that she has a second chance mate was considerably different than his.
When I pulled Ezra into my office, he sat down, putting his head in his hands. I’d given him glass of whiskey and he’d shot it back.
“Why now? Why her?” he asks me.
“I don’t have those answers,” I say refilling his glass and handing it to him. This time, he sips it, sitting back.
“She smells like jasmine,” he says, as I sit beside him. He turns and looks at me, his eyes haunted. “Your sister planted jasmine all over my
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pack lands. I’d never smelled it before then, but I’ve come to love that
smell. And now Margot smells like jasmine.”
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