On Thursday, James calls Marco. Marco puts it on speaker and listens while James tells him to bring me to his house for training. They want to teach me more about hand-to-hand combat in small spaces. Two against one. âJames, have you cleared this with your mate? Three wolves performing hand-to-hand combat inside your home... your home where your pacifist mate also lives, I mean?â I ask, skeptical of this plan. âYeah, Delilahâs totally fine with it. She understands now that you need to know more than just how to block and escape holds. Plus, she said if we break anything it gives her an excuse to use my bonus money to go shopping. Speaking of which, she said to bring your change of clothes. You can shower at our place and then go on this shopping trip with her when we are done.â I laugh out loud. âOkay, will do.â Marco and I make our way to James and Delilahâs little house. I go to knock on the door, but itâs already cracked open. I look at Marco who shrugs and unholsters his pistol
My mouth drops. âI-is this the entire dress shop?â âYes dear, your fiancĂŠ said you were a little nervous about other customers in the shop seeing some burn scars, so he paid for me to close the shop for the day and bring everything here. That way youâre in the privacy of your own home. Who am I to say no if Bronx Mason personally calls and says he is getting married? This is a beautiful mansion by the way, so many employees!â âOh, thank you, maâam. They're like family. I can't imagine what we would do without them.â I say still in awe as I look around my living room. She is clearly human, so we canât let on that weâre werewolves. I'm not sure why she is so impressed by Bronx personally calling, but he is well aware that I don't care anymore if people see my scars. It's just a cover story. I am more comfortable with my body nowadays, but it is such a sweet gesture by him. Now I donât have to have anxiety over the real reason I was worried about going to her shop. I donât even want to
Marco's POV I'm so proud of my Luna. We've been training her for almost three months and she could, like, seriously be an assassin if she wanted to. She doesn't have a cold heart for that kinda shit though. And no way Alpha Bronx would let her do that kind of work anyway. Anyway, sheâs doing so well now that James and I both get Sundays off as long as she doesn't have to leave the packhouse. Honestly, even if she did, she can defend herself, but ain't no way either of us would let her be put in that position. She does her best to try to stay in on Sundays unless itâs real important. She cares about us like that. James tags in for his shift around eleven-thirty on Friday night and I head out. My buddies convinced me to go to a strip club that caters to werewolves. I'm not all into that kind of club, but there's only so much COD a guy can take. The club is loud and smokey. Tyree hooked us up with a VIP booth. Everyone here knows we're Blood River, so they give us a bit of extra space
We run through a maze of hallways and stairwells until we reach a random door. She pulls a key out of her pocket, unlocks it, and pulls me inside. We're in a small, modern studio suite. She locks the door behind her and pulls me over to the loveseat. âPlease, sit. Umm, they told me your name is Marco?â Her voice warms me from the inside out, but she doesnât have a French accent. She is from somewhere else. Sitting down, I reach my hand out and take hers, I gently tug on it to get her to sit down too. She sits facing me. Her dark, wide set eyes are hypnotyzing. I could drown in those pools of chocolate and be perfectly happy doing so. She is so damn beautiful. âUh, yeah, Marco Sanchez. I heard them call you Musu?â âYes, Iâm Musu Goba.â Her full lips smile shyly. I notice she is wearing lip gloss, making them that much more enticing. I want to feel her lips on mine so badly, but I control myself. My heart is pounding in my chest and Clash is racing around in my head like a maniac. â
Marco's shoulders drops at Bronx's words, but if he had been looking straight ahead, instead of at the floor, he would have seen Bronxâs body language betraying his stern voice. I clear my throat and try to sound serious. "Marco, first and foremost. You drew a weapon on your Alpha and my mate. Regardless of the circumstances, we expect better of you. When we get back to Blood River, you and Alpha Bronx will have a private conversation about the consequences of that action." Marco's eyes flick toward me and back to the ground with a quick nod. "Yes, Luna." âAside from that, weâre so happy you've found your mate. Alpha Bronx and I have discussed the matter with Alpha Martin and have decided on the best way to handle this.â I pause when he looks at me expectantly. His brow is furrowed with worry. âMarco, Musu's parents and her twin brother Beta Everl are waiting for you downstairs in the front sitting room. You are to go ask their permission for their daughter to accompany us back to
Once we settle in on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierreâs second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune Dâor when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, itâs almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it. âI have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?â Delilah asks out of curiosity. âI speak seven languages. Krio, English, French, Cantonese, Farsi, Dutch, and Greek. I love linguistics. I find that Iâm able to catch on to new languages quickly.â Musu proudly marks off the count with her fingers. I notice Marco admiring his mate, but he has a concerned look on his face. If I had not spent so much time with him, I probably would not have noticed the subtlety. Hearing about Musuâs diverse background and love for languages sparks an idea in my mind. I tuck the thought away for later. She is a charming woman who is a wonderful storytel
Bronx's POV Itâs Sunday. I call it our âlazyâ day. In other words, Kas and I donât leave the apartment so James and Marco can have a day off. Most of the time, we are anything but lazy. Kas catches up on homework, tests recipes that I get to taste for quality control, and does chores she doesnât want to have omegas take care of, like laundry and cleaning the kitchen. I always tell her that is what they are there for, but she says she is happy to do it so I let her be. For me personally, it is a good time to catch up on pack matters and relax in front of the television. Kas likes to write any essays she has due on Sundays, so she gives them to me to read over when she is done. It is late afternoon when she is finished with her homework and other busy work, so she comes over to hang out with me on the sofa. She drapes her legs over my lap and looks hesitantly at the reality show about fishing boats I am watching. âSweetheart, can we talk about a couple of things?â She asks, trying t
I canât sleep. I canât get what Kas told me about not being able to have children out of my mind. I mean, there is nothing I can do about it. It doesnât change the way I feel about her. She is my world. I just feel like having a pup of our own is something we assumed would be part of our future. I meant what I said about just needing her in my life. If we end up not having kids, then that is what the Moon Goddess has fated for us. The text message chime on my phone goes off. I look to see it is from Reggie. It is eleven-thirty at night. What could he want? Hey Bronx. You awake? Important. I mindlink Reggie to let him know I'm awake and will meet him in the downstairs kitchen in five minutes. I go give Kas a kiss and wake her up just enough to let her know where Iâm going. She gives me a squeaky little grunt and waves me away before rolling over. I grab an eye patch and secure it in place before quietly making my way out of the apartment. âAll good, Alpha?â Marco sends in a mindl