Page 131 of Forever My Siren Luna

My father knew before either of us. He gave his life so my child wouldn’t have to grow up without a father like I did. I know that was why he did it. My love for my father expanded beyond measure, and Lachlan and I weeped together for the passing of the man we owed everything to.

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Beretta

It took far longer than it should have to meet up with Ela. Val was a beast, even in her grief. Nilo fell behind just as I did, and Cecilia didn't stand a chance at keeping up.

“Wait,” I stopped Nilo with my hand, when I saw Lachlan’s body move. He wasn’t dead. He rolled the Siren King’s body off of his, gingerly lying Ela’s father on his back, using two fingers to close his eyes. Then, he had to coax Ela into coming to him, convincing her that he was real. “He’s not dead.”

“How?” Nilo asked, shifting back to his human form. “I felt him die. The whole pack did. Everyone is in an uproar.”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “If I had to guess, I would say that her father pulled off one last miracle before he passed.”

“Yeah,” Nilo stared at the scene ahead, coming to the same conclusion as me. Cecilia, finally caught up, shifted back, then came to stand beside Nilo. He tucked her body against his, holding her tight. He needed comfort too. Feeling the death of your Alpha is similar to feeling the death of your mate.

Suddenly, a deep roar tore through the night. We turned in panic to see a sinfully dark Lycan climbing the hill to where we stood.

Jack. I recognized him instantly.

So did Cecilia, judging by the look on her face. Jack’s beast spared no glance at anyone else. He was staring right at me.

Oisin snarled, then gave control back to Jack, and Jack stalked towards me with an angry, determined look on his face. I recoiled, worried he might go off on me about not asking permission before I left. Look at where that led to. I got captured and assaulted by demons. I felt he was just ready to give me hell.

Instead, he grabbed my face between his large hands, and pulled me in for the most heated kiss I had ever received. Our tongues twined together, his mouth hungry for mine. His possessiveness made me breathless, and my knees felt weak. Luckily, he had a strong hold on me, or I might have fallen to the ground.

“Don’t you ever,” he growled, “ever leave me again. Do you hear me? EVER!?” His eyes reflected tears back at me. “I thought…I thought I lost you. Don’t leave me again.”

“My gosh,” I laughed, a hint of arrogance on my lips. “You would think we were mates or something with the way you are acting.”

He growled. “Next full moon, mates we shall be.”

My heart swelled hearing him say that.

“Are you asking or telling me?” I dared to ask with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t test me, lass,” he snarled, his gritted teeth pressed to my lips. “I’ll mate and mark you from now until the full moon comes if you do.” As if to make a point, he hooked my leg over his hip and pushed his body between my legs. Completely naked made it obvious how both of our bodies responded to one another. We have a damn audience, but I guess he still hasn’t noticed.

Heat travels over my face. How crude of him, but I love my men a little crude. Crude and smelling of the sea breeze and rum.

“Jackson?” Cecilia’s soft voice broke our crude and intimate moment.

Jack turned a sour look in her direction, disgruntled at the interruption. Then he did a double take, his brows pulling down as he studied Cecilia’s face.

I laughed dryly, pulling away from him and moving to Cecilia’s side. Nilo had a disgusted face, having seen Jack’s little possessive display, but he didn't prevent Ceclia from stepping away from him.

“Meet my pretty new friend, Cecilia,” I moved her closer to her brother. She had a shy and worried look on her face, and Jack looked stunned from the moment I said her name. “I believe you two might know one another?”

“Cecilia?” Jack croaked, his throat dry and eyes wide. “Is that….Is that really you?”

“Hello, big brother,” she replied shyly.

Nilo and I stood back, and watched as the siblings rejoiced at being united once again.

"I got the prettier of the siblings," Nilo remarked dryly, watching Ceclia's delicate face as she cried in her brother's arms.

"Eh. Maybe, but mine's better hung."

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