Page 140 of His Fated Luna

“Mom, do you want this in the back of your car or in the truck?” Aiden said instead of giving the response I had hoped for. He gave me an innocent look. “It’s her choice, Rose. Every luna knows this is what happens when a new alpha takes over.”

“But…but…” I spluttered. “I’ll miss you guys!”

“They’re only moving a few minutes away; you could practically walk there if you wanted.” Aiden rolled his eyes. “It’s not like they’re moving across the country.”

Josie came up to me and gave me a hug.

“This is your home, Rose. I would have moved out sooner, but I wanted to make sure you two had a solid relationship first. I’m sorry I haven’t really been much help ever since Dylan’s poisoning. But I’m glad you two worked it out.” Josie smiled at me. "Dylan's still at the hospital being monitored by Dr. Danvers so some of his stuff is still in his room. I'll leave it for him to sort through if..." Josie's voice faltered. She took a deep breath. "When he gets better."

I could see the worry in Josie's eyes, hear it in Josie's voice, and I vowed to myself that we would definitely find a cure for Dylan no matter the cost.

“We’re still coming over for food!” Brad called to me, walking by with a suitcase of his own. “Mom can’t cook for shit.”

“Language, Brad,” Josie said sharply as Aiden began to laugh. He grabbed his younger brother, dragging him out of the house.

I found myself helping Josie with the rest of her things and waving them off with Tupperware filled with dinner for them to eat once they’d settled into their new house.

When we arrived back inside, Aiden told Lorraine she could go home early. Then Aiden gestured for me to follow him into the TV room where he promptly pulled me into him to lay on the couch.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked, settling myself between his legs as I laid my back against his chest. I was still in my black slacks and sleeveless chiffon shirt from the meeting earlier.

“Something like that,” Aiden said vaguely, his hands coming around to slip under my shirt, rubbing over my ribs before finally cupping my breasts. Aiden groaned and I felt his desire prod my backside as he began to thumb my nipples through my white lace bra.

“Can you take off your shirt?” His voice was heavy with desire.

I was panting against him, and my hands slowly came up to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off. The cool air made goosebumps appear on my newly bared skin. I turned in his arms, hands reaching to unbutton his white-collared shirt.

There was a perverse pleasure to be had in the knowledge that it was my hands roaming over his bare chest, making the evidence of his arousal more prominent by the second. It was my kisses that were making his breathing more erratic. His hands shook as he unbuttoned my slacks and slid them down my legs. Shimmying out of them, I straddled Aiden. Desire roared through me as I enjoyed the sensation while he kissed his way along the exposed skin above my breasts. He let out a low growl of satisfaction. His hands went up to the clasp of my bra.

“Can I?” he asked, his fingers tracing the clasp hesitantly.

Before I could even open my mouth to say yes, the front door slammed wide open.

“Aiden!?” Lexia's quizzical and distraught voice reverberated around the empty foyer. They only had mere minutes before she reached the TV room.

Aiden cursed. I yelped, nearly falling off of Aiden in surprise. Aiden barely had time to throw his own discarded white shirt over me as Lexia entered the TV lounge to see the flurry of movement. I turned my back discreetly, face hot, as I concentrated on buttoning Aiden's shirt. Ironic how a few minutes ago I'd been fastidiously unbuttoning these very same buttons. His shirt went down to mid-thigh, so I was decently covered but I was still embarrassed to be walked in on.

“I-I’m sorry.” Lexia's voice cracked as she took in Aiden's bare chest and disheveled hair. His hands were clasped in front of him to hide the tent in his pants.

“You should at least ring the doorbell before you barge in here,” Aiden snapped.

I patted down my wild hair. When I was finally satisfied that I looked somewhat presentable, I turned to look at Lexia.

Lexia had mascara streaming down her cheeks and her eyes were puffy.

“It’s…” Lexia's lower lip trembled. “…just that my mom is critical. I ended up bringing her here to Dr. Danvers. I just…” Lexia's shoulders slumped and she looked utterly defeated. “I just ended up here instead of home.” Her voice sounded like a lost child.

Aiden gave me a sideways glance. He was waiting for my response to all of this.

"It's your home, your call,” Aiden leaned in and whispered to me. His hand came up to smooth away a curl at my temple. I breathed in slowly and put a hand on Aiden's arm.

“Let’s go get changed and I’ll make some green tea,” I spoke carefully and motioned towards Lexia. “She needs a friend right now.”

Lexia's lower lip trembled and I indicated for her to sit with a helpless wave of my arm. Then I self-consciously, walked around picking up my own shirt I'd flung across the room before going to grab my pants which somehow ended up hanging over a lampshade. I then quickly hurried out, head down and noting Lexia's desolation as the blonde sat down mutely on a sofa chair.

Lexia's POV

I sat on a sofa and felt like an outsider here. I had come hoping that Aiden would comfort me after seeing me so distraught. Butthat was not the case at all. And I could see plain as day what had been going on between the two before I entered the house. The scene I’d walked in on burned all hopes of getting Aiden back. Cold dread and loss were settling into my stomach. I had never made friends, never needed any. I'd always had Aiden and with him gone, I was completely alone now. My father… I shuddered as I recalled how unhappy and closed off my father had been lately. He was processing my mother’s illness by becoming ill-tempered.