Semua Bab The Beta’s Choice (Book 2 of The Luna’s Choice): Bab 51 - Bab 60

Collins Turns out Breck was literally no help whatsoever with the whole Remington deal. Soon as i got off the phone with Rachel I started plowing him with questions. But he had no answers. And all I did get out of him was that he had met Remington once at the beginning of the year just by accident. It was before he had seen me at the party even. He said he was surprised to find another werewolf … and that they only spoke briefly. He couldn’t tell me if Remington had a pack or a son or or a mate or anything. “Well a lot of good you are…” I told him, still bopping up and down and freezing without my shoes or coat. I was going to turn into an icicle. He laughed. “Gee thanks”. I grinned. “I’m just kidding.. I just have so many questions about all of this.” I mean it’s not every day you find a picture of a werewolf in your friends apartment. And if Selma did in fact know Remington was a werewolf… did she know about me? The questions were still clouding my mind days later whil

Collins Three of our normal waitresses had called in to work. They were all going out of town for Thanksgiving. So here we were, the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving.. and Jenny, Selma, and I were running ourselves ragged. The place was literally packed. Luckily, Jenny and I had ran to the grocery store that afternoon and gotten everything we needed for tomorrow. We had just enough time after classes and practice to run get the stuff and bring it back to our room. Then we had to rush and get ready for work. An hour in and I felt like hiding in the corner and crying. We usually had one girl stay at the bar and do all the drink orders plus wait on the people sitting at the bar who were there mostly just to drink. I actually enjoyed nights when I got to do that. The tips were nuts. But because we were down three girls we kept having to go back and forth.. taking turns. Leslie, another girl in her late 20s that worked with us had to be the hostess for the night.. even though that

AlanI’d always loved the holidays. For Emily, Brian and I .. the time period between Thanksgiving and Christmas was always a favorite in our household. Probably because our mom and dad made it so fun and special. And even after my mom died my dad still did everything he could to keep up all our fun traditions. One thing about Hester Elkwood… he was crushed beyond belief when my mom passed away. Just as it is for any wolf who loses their mate… but I still think it was worse for him somehow. Maybe because she was still fairly young when it happened. But he didn’t let it stop him. He didn’t allow it to get him down, or slow him down either. He didn’t get sick or go crazy like some wolves do, he picked up the pieces of our family instead. He took care of us three… and was there for us when we were just kids and didn’t understand why our mom was suddenly gone. My mom, Deena, had been a beautiful wolf. For our kind, it was seldom that we turn out any color other than some sort of brown

Collins Thanksgiving had always been one of my favorite holidays. It came second to Christmas. But they also all rolled into one big happy season. The town had all the Christmas decorations and lights up and there was nothing more beautiful than the lights in the snow. Usually my family and I set up our tree on the day after Thanksgiving. I was sad that I wouldn’t be home to take part in that this year .. but luckily for me Jenny was a saint. When I told her about this she decided we would get a tree for our room. So tomorrow we were going to buy a tree and ornaments .. lights and decorations. And I couldn’t wait. She also mentioned we could put one up at her dad’s house today.. but she bet her mother had already hired someone to do it. We watched the parade in our room this morning and then got ready. We both decided ugly Christmas sweaters were the way to go and fortunately she had a few of them so I borrowed one from her. I decided right then when we went shopping for our tree

Collins I was panicking. I was flipping out. Dammit. Where was Rachel when I needed her? Oh that’s right. She was miles and miles away. My knee bounced and I started sweating as Jenny’s mother …. Nette as she wanted me to call her .. was walking to the door to answer it. It was happening in slow motion. I stared so hard at Breck trying to get him to understand what was going through my head. He didn’t even look up! Hello?? Breck!! I’m having a panic attack over here! Dammit. Why couldn’t I mind talk like those fancy ass werewolves? I really could have used that particular ability right about now. I squeezed my eyes shut .. trying to reach out to Breck with my mind. Nope. Nothing. I needed to quit straining so hard or I was going to send something else out into the universe… and it wasn’t going to be my thoughts. Oh goddess. Now what? “Are you okay?” Selma asked me. “Mmm hmm” was all I could get out. She frowned at me. “You don’t look so hot do you have fever?” She as