Moon Massage Stockton Novels & Stories

Grabbing me in a tight hug. My name is Atlas Moun. I am 19 years old and I am the Alpha of the Moon Stone Pack. I was in my office going over my current pack reports when my phone began to ring. I picked up my cell phone and looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Alpha Drake from the Lunar Eclipse Pack calling. "I wonder what he wants?" I asked myself as I picked up my cell phone to answer his call. "Hello Alpha Atlas. Speaking, how can I help you, Alpha Drake?" I asked.

One time, Lune had a sudden yearning for Thai food, and without hesitation, Arlo dashed out to find a restaurant that served it, returning with a fragrant takeout bag and a triumphant grin. Knowing that pregnancy could bring physical discomforts, Arlo went out of his way to ensure Lune had everything she needed to feel comfortable. He arranged for a massage therapist to come to their home, providing Lune with much-needed relaxation and relief from the aches and pains that often accompanied her condition. When the therapist left, Lune felt rejuvenated, her body lighter and her mood uplifted, and she was endlessly grateful for Arlo’s thoughtfulness.

"If we partner, Moonstone will get full access to those markets. It would triple your company's annual revenue within twelve months." My breath seized momentarily, though I kept my face completely blank. Tripling our revenue wasn't something an average businessman could do. "What's the catch?" I asked, looking into his eyes. "No catch," Dominic replied. "Except one condition. For everything to work out your physical presence is required here in Silver Moon for six to eight weeks to oversee the entire process." The room felt silent the moment he finished speaking. My chest tightened as I weighed the options. Six to eight weeks in Marcus's territory was the last thing I wanted.

"They are looking for the Lunar Grace Healing Center coordinates." "They won't find them," I say, pushing Ifu’s shoulder back slightly so I can breathe. "The clinic on the border was moved to the Moonveil Medical Fortress three suns ago. Gideon Whitlock ensured the trails were completely masked with wolfsbane." "Good," Ifu says, his eyes turning a predatory, pitch black as he looks at his sister. "Leave us. Unless the outer walls are falling, do not interrupt me again." Selene nods once and exits, the heavy door sealing with a pneumatic hiss that leaves the room completely silent save for our ragged breathing.

The guard gestured for me to leave. I pulled out my phone, called Phoenix's main line. "Hello, Phoenix customer service. How can I help you?" "I want to speak to S. Moon." "Do you have an appointment number?" "I don't have an appointment, but I'm Alexander Blackwood..." "Sir, I'm sorry, Ms. S. Moon's schedule is full for today. If you'd like to make an appointment, the earliest available is in three months." Three months? I waited outside the building all day. Until the city lights came on.

His eyebrows shot up as he surveyed the collection of bottles. "Planning to drink yourself into the Wolf Medical Center tonight?" he asked, sliding into the seat across from me. I raised my glass in mock toast. "Who drove you to the medical center when Sarah Mitchell broke your intended mate arrangement?" His smile faltered, a flash of old pain crossing his features. "Low blow, Moonstone." He quickly grabbed a bottle of venison beer. "Let's change the subject. How're things with the former Luna?" I poured another glass, watching the amber liquid swirl. "I found a healing herbs specialist from the Western Territories for Elder Shadowcrest."

"What's the status of our Moonstone savings? If Nora has a relapse, we're going to need them. I don't want to be in a position where I have to borrow it again." Luka's expression shifted. A flicker of annoyance was quickly concealed. "Don't worry about that, Babe. The Moonstones are tied up in a high-yield investment right now. It's for our future, and especially for Nora." "When will it be finalized?" I pressed. "I'd feel a lot better if that capital was back in our joint account." "Soon, I think." His voice took on that clipped tone that meant the conversation was over. "As soon as the cycle closes, the funds will be transferred back. Just trust me on this, alright? I've got everything und

The logs snapped and cracked, and a trail of smoke spiraled toward the sky like a whispered promise. The priestess stepped back. “Now,” she said, “Each of you may come forward to burn your tokens. But before you do…” She smiled, voice rising. “The future of Moonstone has an announcement.” The crowd stilled. Mason stepped up onto the platform. The firelight danced across his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle—a smooth stone, I realized, wrapped in a piece of velvet. He cleared his throat.

Moon’s cell contained only a bed, sink and toilet. “It is sad to see him this way.” Rusty paused. “I will bring a chair for you to sit on and a blanket to keep you warm. I’ll return shortly. Do not go near the bars.” “No one is down here with him?” She peered around the dim basement. “Someone should be monitoring him at all times.” “He’s sleeping and the officer upstairs will hear if he wakes. Moon has been very loud since his attack. Seeing other males sets him off. It’s best if none are within sight or smell.”

"I’ll go check on the western watchtowers. Let the Luna know that Lana Vance finished the secondary gate hinges. They’re heavy, but they don't creak." As my Beta stepped back into the frosty courtyard, I pushed away from the counter and walked toward the storage stairs. The stone steps were damp, but the air grew progressively warmer the deeper I went, heated by the sheer vitality of the bond pulsing through the stones. I found Moana sitting on a low wooden stool between two massive clay jars, her leather brigandine unbuckled at the sides to allow her to breathe easily after hours of heavy lifting. She held a small, cracked ceramic bowl in her lap, her slender fingers sifting through a handf