Page 193 of His Fated Luna

“She was protecting us,” Tony cut in. “She knew if you couldn’t defeat him, Dylan and I didn’t have a chance either. Though I beg to differ. I could have taken Alistair, especially if I’d known she was pregnant. It's probably why she didn't tell us anything.” Tony popped a knuckle angrily, “I’m still shaking at the thought that our luna, pregnant with our alpha’s son, went through so much to protect us all. I should have never let her convince me to lay low."

I looked out the window in my study.

“She really pulled one over on Alistair, and she’s pretty amazing. I don’t deserve her,” I said softly. I really didn’t.

There was a knock on my study door and my eyes widened in delight when Rose came inside.

“Hi, Tony!” Rose said happily, walking over and giving him a hug.

“Rosie, I’m so glad you’re OK.” Tony hugged her so hard, he practically lifted her off the floor.

I tried not to blanch, not to feel upset over the fact that Rose’s memory loss hadn’t affected her relationship with my brothers. Rose turned to hug Dylan as well.

“You’ve grown!” Rose gushed.

Dylan laughed and I noticed a clear expression of merriment in his eyes that had been practically dead for so long. Rose seemed to lift the spirits of everyone around her. “That’s right, you don’t remember. I’m an alpha.”

Rose’s eyes widened happily at the revelation.

I looked away, trying to control the surge of jealousy I felt towards my own brothers.

“Well, we should get going,” Tony said, noting the bitter look on my face.

Both my brothers filed out, leaving me and my luna staring at each other awkwardly. All I wanted to do was crush her against me, but I couldn't. This was torture.

“Did you sleep well?” I decided to inquire from Rose.

“I did.” Rose inclined her head before speaking her mind. “You can take your room. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize until this morning that…that…”

Rose was unable to say the words.

“That we share a room?” I supplied it kindly.

Rose blushed all the way to the roots of her hair. I smiled faintly. Though she didn’t do it as often now, Istill thought her blushes were adorable.

“Yeah,” she murmured.

“It’s fine. Keep sleeping there.” I got to my feet, ushering Rose towards the kitchen. “Come on, I’ll make you some coffee. Decaf.” I gave her a smile.

“I can make my own coffee,” Rose stated seriously.

“You sit down. I’ll take care of it,” I assured.

Rose looked like she wanted to protest, but instead she sat down on the stool in front of the kitchen counter.

“I can sleep in a guest bedroom,” Rose insisted.

“I’d like for you to keep sleeping in our room, Rose,” I said quietly as I put decaf coffee into the percolator.

“Where did you sleep?” Rose asked.

“On the couch.” My lips twitched at Rose’s outraged gasp.

“You have so many rooms in this house. Why’d you sleep on the couch? That can’t be very comfortable.”

“It’s not,” I agreed. I had a knot in my back and my neck was killing me. "But it's manageable.”

There was a brief silence and then, “Still, you should sleep in your own bed,” Rose stated.