The Young Luna novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

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The trail didn't start that night, but rather first thing the next morning. I slept a little that night, but Seth didn't sleep a wink. I didn't know what he was planning to do, he refused to tell me in the worry I would talk him out of it. Which proved to me that whatever his plan was, it was a stupid ass plan and he knew it.

When morning finally came, in a soft rise of a melancholy sunrise, the two of us got up and changed. Seth put on his designer dark blue suit, combed and gelled his hair back before donning his signature gold Rolex. He looked like an Alpha ready to take charge...or a vain millionaire that always got what he wanted. Both were apt descriptions of Seth Zev.

I dressed in a plain white shirt, tucked into a pair of high-waisted straight black pants and flat shoes. I put my hair into two braids and did basic makeup, trying to look older but professional. This was my first time meeting the other Alpha's, and despite what Seth said, they would be judging me because of my age.

"Oh" Seth suddenly said, turning to me with a small velvet jewellery box in his hands. "I guess it seems stupid to ask you now".

I gave him a long look, "you were going to ask me to marry you on my birthday?"

Seth sighed heavily, "yeah, I was. You're seventeen now, so officially we're legal back at home. So, yeah, I was going to ask you to marry me. But, with everything going on I completely forgot".

"You forgot? How do you forget to propose to someone?" I angrily shook my head at him. He'd never change. "Your romance stills my beating heart" I deadpanned sarcastically. Seth's lips twitched into a smirk, as he bent down and kissed the top of my head. I held out my hand and Seth placed the ring box onto my palm.

"Seth!" Dean suddenly shouted from downstairs. Seth sighed heavily as he glanced over his shoulder at the door, before turning back to me.

"You don't have to wear it. I'd like you to, but if you want me to do it properly when we get home, I will" Seth said, kissing the top of my head once more. "Five minutes and we need to get going. I'll be downstairs". He left me on my own, as I sat down on the bed with the ring box in my hand.

I was furious. I didn't ask for much, but I expected him to at least make an effort when he proposed to me. I hadn't expected him to ask me so soon, but I didn't think it was fair that he did it so casually. Seth wasn't romantic, I had accepted that, but this half-assed proposal was not good enough.

"Stupid Alpha" I muttered, shaking my head at Seth. That boy didn't have a damn romantic bone in his body – who the fuck forgets to propose to their girlfriends? I shook my head in annoyance as I opened the ring box. For a moment my anger evaporated as I looked at the ring, it was small and dainty...and in the shape of an arrow. Small diamonds shone in the white gold as I admired it.

"Stupid fucking Alpha" I sighed, shaking my head as I tried not to smile. That damn boy was cute sometimes despite his idiocy. He knew I'd never want something large and shiny, that just didn't suit me. So, he'd got one custom made in the shape of a bow.

Part of me wanted to shove it back in the box, and demand that he gets down on one knee and ask me properly. But, the larger part of me knew it was pointless. I would say yes, no matter what, so it was futile to make him do it all again. And I couldn't take the risk that the damn idiot would 'forget' to ask me again.

I slipped it onto my finger as I snapped the box shut. Shaking my head, at how easily I let him get away with it, I headed downstairs where I was greeted with my second unpleasant shock of the day. And, unfortunately, I didn't think it was the last surprise of the day.

Dale, Seth's slightly younger brother, was in the garden with my mate and they were obviously arguing. The two looked so alike that they could have been twins, but Dale was slightly rougher in appearance – hair not as neatly styled, stubble not as close cut and his clothing casual. Even though I couldn't hear their argument, it was obvious through the closed French patio doors.

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"Why is Dale here? And why are they arguing?" I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest unhappily.