Page 158 of His Fated Luna

He was essentially following the precedence of the pack because I was also a luna approved of by the ancestors, marked before birth by the land's magic and the moon goddess. So I decided I couldn't really argue too much with Dylan's decision. But still, the nagging feeling wouldn't leave me. What if he was making the biggest mistake of his life? Boys were stupid. They always went for the more glamorous girls. My heart went out to the poor high school girl who probably didn't live up to the impossible standards of hormonal teenage boys. Hell, at one point, I had been one of those girls. Maybe if Igave Dylan time, he'd come around and the ancestors would approve of whoever this mystery mate was.

Dylan's POV

I sat exhausted in my bed, rubbing my eyes. Finally, I'd figured it out. Why hadn't I thought of this before? Because there was no way I was making that bitch, Lexia, my luna. I didn't want my brother's sloppy seconds! I'd been thrown for a loop at Aiden's mating ceremony when Ismelled the most delicious scent of vanilla. And then my eyes had locked on hers, blue silk draped over her lean frame. The word‘mate’emitted from my mouth on a low growl no one heard because of the uproar Tanya's matehad caused. For her part, Lexia had turned her head swiftly, walking away. There was no way she didn't know we were mates.

The sooner I found someone else to mark, the better. Anyone would do. Just not her. She didn't even like me, pining after Aiden even after my wolf had called out to her at Aiden'smating ceremony. She'd turned away from me coldly, retreating into the event hall. I'd gone after her, trying to find her only to almost walk in on her confessing to Aiden that he was the only one for her.

And she'd known! She confessed to me after Aiden left the event hall that she'd known since the first time she'd seen me. I had been fourteen at the time, and she'd been eighteen. She told me snidely that she didn't want a little boy for a mate, and it was one of the main reasons she'd hated hanging out with the entire family. Because I had been there, and I'd been her child-mate. What a cunt. She could have at least told me what was going on! But knowing her scheming mind, she'd probably been afraid it would cause problems between her and Aiden.

Now Lexia was coming in here, trying to see how I was doing. Like she ever cared! She probably secretly wished I'd just disappear.

In a fit of rage, I grabbed the pill box from my nightstand and hurled it across the room before sinking down in the bed, defeated. Angry tears leaked down the corners of my eyes making me more frustrated over such an avid sign of weakness. Because even as Lexia sat there across from me, the bond pulled me to her. I'd wanted her to hug me, to show me even a bit of affection. No matter how much I might outwardly say I despised her, I secretly wanted her to care. All because of this mate bond. And before I could open my mouth to reject her, Rose had walked in talking about my luna being worthy. Lexia was most definitely NOT worthy.

I used my thumb to wipe the tears away from my eyes. Why did everything bad always have to happen to me?

Rose’s POV

“Thank you for coming with me,” I said quietly after settling into the taxi with Aiden. We had just gotten out of the airport in New York.

Aiden was leaning back in his seat, eyes closed and clearly exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes and I barely saw him this entire last week. He’d been working overtime to make sure that everything would run smoothly while he went off to New York with me for this visit.

Aiden cracked open his blue eye, giving me a lazy smile that made my heart flutter.

“I wanted to. Don’t thank me.” Then he closed his eyes again, mumbling something under his breath that I didn’t catch.

After some time, the taxi stopped in front of the hotel.“We’re staying in Times Square?” I blurted out as the taxi passed the familiar sights, stopping at a hotel in the aforementioned iconic location.

“Aiden this is too much,” I choked out, turning to look at him peering at me.

It must have cost a fortune.

He moved into my space, bringing a hand up to cup my cheek gently.

“Nothing is too much for you,” he breathed poignantly before kissing me.

I let my arms wind around his strong shoulders, moaning when his hands purposefully trailed down my body to grip my hips.

The taxi driver thumped the back of the trunk closed with a bang and we jumped apart guiltily. This wasn’t the place to be making out. After checking in, the bellhop led us up to the top floor. I saw the sign “Presidential Suite”. I almost choked on my own air. Aiden meanwhile smiled affectionately as he took in my facial expressions. His hand reached out to clasp mine, threading his fingers through mine as he pulled me into the hotel room.

“Enjoy your stay!” the bellhop said cheerfully once we were inside the hotel room. No, it wasn’t a room. It actually was a suite with a small kitchenette, TV room and bedroom. There was a bottle of champagne on the breakfast table with a card.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair.”

Aiden quickly tipped the bellhop and looked at me a bit apologetically.

“I told them it was our honeymoon.” He looked at me uncertainly once the bellhop had shut the door to our suite and left. “We never really…got to go on one…so I thought...but if you don’t like it…”he trailed off warily, beginning a hand to run through his hair apprehensively.

“Like it?” I asked in a disbelieving voice. “Aiden…this…it must have cost a lot of money.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline.

“Well, shouldn’t I be?” I countered. “We shouldn’t be wasting our money on stuff like this.”

“It’s not like we do this every day. Besides, Rose, we can afford it. I have my own money too, not just money from being an alpha. Dad had a lot of privately owned assets set up in a trust that was divided up amongst us siblings. Don’t worry aboutit.” he gave a noncommittal shrug. As if blowing money on a presidential suite that cost thousand of dollars was nothing to worry about.

“But…you don’t have to do all of this,” I said in a small voice. I did not want him to think this is what it took to keep me happy.

“I wanted to!” he exclaimed earnestly. “I don’t think you’ve realized this, but I don’t do things for you because I have to, I do them because I want to. I want to see you happy. I want to see you smile! If…” And then he grumbled something again, but I caught it this time. It was the same thing he’d grumbled in the car.