The Pack's Luna: The Pack Series Book 4 novel Chapter 370

Dallas

While my mother helps me to get Philip settled on the bed holding Nicolette’s hand, Lunas Kennedy and Yara do whatever they need to do to pull my mate out of her medically induced coma. They talk softly while my mother distracts Philip, and I stare at my mate. I’m hopeful that she’ll remain calm when she wakes since Philip is right here.

I reach out and lay my hand on her arm, gently rubbing my thumb over her skin.

Just as Philip asks for the twentieth time when she’s going to wake up, I see her eyes begin to flutter.

“Lunas,” I say, watching Nicolette closely.

She moans softly, looking like she’s struggling to open her eyes as Luna Yara comes over.

“Mom!”

“Philip,” she croaks, still struggling to open her eyes.

“Give your mother a moment, Philip. She’s been asleep for a long time,” my mother says.

“Where am I?” she asks, beginning to cough.

“Here, Luna. Drink this,” Luna Kennedy says, putting a straw to Nicolette’s lips.”Thank you,” she says, after taking a deep sip. “Where am I?”

“You’re in Alpha Henry’s pack, Luna. Do you remember what happened?” Luna Yara asks her.

She turns her head, looking at Philip. It’s okay, Mommy.

They’re very nice,” he says reassuringly.

She reaches up to cup his face, trying to smile. He lays down on her chest.

“I was so worried about you,” he whispers.

*I’m okay, baby. Now that I know you’re safe, I’m okay,” she says, looking at Luna Yara, then Luna Kennedy, then my mother, then me. When she gets to me, she frowns. “I only recognize one of you. You’re Luna Kennedy, right?”

“Yes, Luna. What do you remember?” Kennedy says, switching places with Yara. It’s obvious the two of them have worked together for years. They move around each other without having to talk.

“I rejected Patrick. That Alpha, Piper, I think, forced him to accept it. I remember driving in a van, but not much more than that.”

“How is your wolf?” Kennedy asks her.

“Silent.”

“That’s to be expected and is most likely temporary. I put you in a medically induced coma when you become upset

about your son before. Then, I called my mother who has more extensive knowledge of medicine, and I waited until she arrived to bring you out of your coma.”

She nods, looking exhausted.

“Have you been behaving yourself, Philip?” she asks him.

“Yes. Dallas has been taking care of me. Right, Dallas?” he asks, sitting up and looking at me.

“That’s right,” I say, watching Nicolette.

She gives me an assessing look, then looks at Philip. ” Where did you get those clothes, Philip?”

She scoffs: ” used to think that too. Now I know better.”

“You have every reason to be angry. You’ve been mistreated and abused by the one who should have loved you the most. But as I said before, l am not him.”

She turns and looks at me. “Was Justine’s baby Alpha Henry’s?”

“No,” I say, knowing that probably means the baby is her previous mate’s child

She scoffs again. “They deserve each other.”

“They’re missing, just so you know. Someone else has taken over as Alpha and they ejected both Patrick and Justine from the pack. It’s one of the reasons I don’t let Philip out of my sight or out of the sight of people I trust implicitly. I won’t let him take your son. I swear.”

She looks at me, and I can tell that she’s starting to tire already,

“I’ll be honest with you, Dallas. I don’t want another mate, but you’re right. Rejecting your right now would kill me, and I can’t leave my son unprotected. Thank you for looking after him and when I can, l’ll repay you for the clothes you’ve bought him.”

I growl softly, leaning over the bed and forcing her to meet my gaze. “You are my mate. He is your son. Thatmakes him MY son. I will not accept any payment from you for taking care of what’s mine.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. Before she can argue with me, kiss her forehead.

“Get some sleep. If we’re not here when you wake, we’ll be at the packhouse. You don’t need to worry. Philip will stay with me, and we’ll be back after he’s eaten, bathed, or changed clothes. We’ll continue to sleep in here. Lunas Kennedy and Yara, and my mother all say that the mate bond will help to heal you. All you need to focus on right now is getting your strength back so we can get you out of this hospital.”

She nods, frowning at me, but she closes her eyes and it’s only a couple of moments before her breathing levels out and her heart rate slows with sleep.

I lean in, putting my face next to her ear. “I love you, Nicolette. I will keep you and your son safe. Rest well.”

I pull up the chair that now has the indentation of my butt cheeks in it and take Nicolette’s hand, ready to stay for as long as it takes for my mate to heal.