Chapter 41

Days passed and I spent those preparing for the wedding like any other mortal bride, while Grandmama Jane tutored me in the afternoon at the Lodge of the Luna on what are a Luna’s duties aside from spreading legs and bearing babies.

“…and most of all, love him. As if he’s the half of your soul.”

“I am indeed half of her soul.” I do not need to turn around to know that it is Tyler’s dark, erotic voice.

“For Stella’s sake, Tyler, wear a shirt!” Jane complained.

The grandson only chuckled. “Why not? My Luna would like to see this, don’t you, Elaine?”

I swallowed my shame, doubtful whether I should shake my head or give Tyler a nod.

“She says no.” I met Grandmama’s eyes. Tyler narrowed his towards his grandmother and then to me.

Then the bastard took off his jeans, throwing it to me before light flashed in my eyes. A figure of a white wolf galloped outside, hurrying to get out the High Priestess’ radar.