The Young Luna novel Chapter 49

The Young Luna

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Epilogue

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13 Years Later

"You get your ass back here or so help me God I will--". Her words were cut off as two large, firm, hands hocked around her waist and picked her up. "Put me down goddamn it" she screamed as Seth threw her over his shoulder.

"You watch your language, young lady" Seth snapped at his daughter. His words like a growl of frustration. Seth turned to me, where I was sat on the couch with my feet on the coffee table, and glowered. "Are you not going to help me?"

I raised an eyebrow, "you seem to have it all under control, darling" I replied with a sweet smile. Seth grunted in annoyance before he turned his back to me and carried our daughter kicking and cussing up the stairs. It was his fault so he could deal with it. I told him not to get the kids too hyped on sugar right before their bedtime.

Vance – the eldest of our four children – glanced over at me from where he was doing his homework at the table. We shared a small smile of amusement as we heard screaming from upstairs. Vance looked like a Latin version of Seth – golden brown skin but with haunting blue eyes and swept back blackish brown curls. He'd be a heartbreaker that was for sure. Even at twelve it was also obvious he was going to make a good Alpha.

Vance had the ability to command a room just from walking in. He was quiet like his father, but he inherited my temper when things weren't going his way. But, unlike me, he had good control on his emotions. Vance would be the Alpha of the Equinox when he turned eighteen and, like his father, he'd lead them well.

"You finished your work yet, hijo?" I asked.

"Yeah pretty much" Vance shrugged, before glancing at his watch. "Can I go around to Henry's now?" He walked over and passed me his homework, which I looked over and pretended that I knew any of the math he was doing, before nodding.

"Be home by nine o'clock" I said to him. Vance grinned at me, that charming bright smile that he got from his father, before leaning down and kissing my cheek. I smoothed down his dark hair and admired my oldest child.

I was only eighteen when I had given birth to Vance and he'd been the perfect son. Quiet, well behaved and a bit of a mommy's boy. He was such a good little boy that when he was two he was able to be the ring bearer at the wedding between Seth and I.

Then, when Vance was four I had my second son. Waylon was my nightmare baby – screaming and crying all hours of the day. Which no-one ever believed now as he'd grown up quiet and timid, barely having the confidence to talk to a loud crowd. But, we were hoping he'd grow out of that by the time it came for him to become Alpha of the Black Bloods Pack.

After Waylon came the twins. Waylon may have been a nightmare as a baby, but the twins were just a nightmare period. Karmen and Hector were only five and they were the devil's children. Equally as adorable as they were naughty.

Karmen was the worst – my only daughter and scarily she took after me way too much. Not in looks, both her and her twin brothers took after Seth in that way, but their attitudes and arguing was just like I was with my brother Roland. Karmen even seemed to get her language from me; which was why she'd been excluded her kindergarten.

After Vance left to go around his friend's house, Seth returned back downstairs looked stressed. "I told you not to give them that candy" I stated as he flopped down on the couch next to me.

"I swear Karmen is the reason I have so much grey hair" he grumbled, but he said it with love. Karmen was a daddy's girl and Seth loved it. But, he was right about the grey hair. Seth had aged well, but his dark hair was beginning to grey at the edges and crow feet were starting at the creases of his eyes. But, to me, he was still the most handsome man in the world.

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"So, your birthday is coming up" Seth sighed, throwing his arms over my shoulder and pulling me into his side. I groaned as I laid my head against him. "The big three-zero".

"Still not as old as you" I teased and he playfully pinched my side. I chuckled as I cuddled into his hold – his arms still strong and firm around me.

"Weird to think I'm going to be the age you were when you met me" I mused, looking up at him. "God, the idea of having sex with a sixteen year old at my age is just weird" I pulled a face. "You fucking paedophile". I laughed as he pinched my side teasingly again.