Page 70 of Luna
The lights immediately dim, and I glance around to find I’m in my nest.
But I’m certainly not alone.
I suck in a deep breath as their scents sink into my senses.
This is what I was smelling—them.
Mine.
My pack.
The rumbling picks up once more, and when I turn my head to the side, I find Mack pressing into my side as he purrs. His face is filled with worry, and I reach up to cup his cheek before I can stop myself.
I don’t understand what’s happening.
Dropping my hand, I turn my head to the other side to find Ven watching me with much the same look as his purr has my body melting.
A hand runs through my hair, and I tilt my head back to find Knight staring down at me.
It takes another moment for me to realize I’m practically lying on top of him.
“Luna?” Prescott’s voice is much quieter this time, and as I glance down my body, I find him kneeling between my legs.
“Mine,” I hiss, practically a growl as other scents and voices hit me.
Why are there others near my nest?
My lips peel back to bare my teeth.
Omegas.
There are other omegas near my nest and my pack.
They can’t have them.
“Luna, it’s us.” I blink at the familiar voice, trying to place why it sounds so familiar.
Finally, Lark’s face comes into focus where she’s standing in the doorway to my nest.
“Are you with us?” she asks.
I continue to blink at her, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
“Uh… Yes? I think? What’s going on?”
Lexi’s head appears beside Lark. “Unless you want all of us in your nest, you might want to come out. I need to give you a hug and yell at you for worrying us!”
I definitely don’t want them in my nest.
Knight, Ven, and Mack help me to my feet before Prescott tugs me into his arms.
He buries his face in my neck as the other three men surround us. I wrap my arms around Prescott, frowning when I realize my neck is wet.
“Are you crying?”
“You’re crying,” he chokes out, and I snort.
“I’m definitely not crying.” I try to pull back, but he clings to me. “Seriously, what the fuck is going on?”
