“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she says with a smile, and with more energy than someone should have with what happened last night, she springs up off the couch and goes upstairs.
“Mate, I’m in fucking love,” Ezra says, and I laugh and throw a pillow at his face. He sits up, looking like a hungover piece of shit, blinking because he can’t see for shit. “Did you see how happy they are?” he says with a sly smile.
“Yeah, I did.”
He plops back down on the floor and gets in the fetal position. “My fucking head and tummy hurt, but I’m really happy.”
I rub my jaw, trying to contain my smile. “Me too, Ez. Me too.”
Ezra is wrapped around Luna as she flips a pancake, kissing her neck and tickling her side, making her laugh. Fuck, it’s so good to see her so happy. I definitely don’t miss the fact that he keeps kissing the hickey he left on her neck last night.
Shockingly, James comes down the stairs fully dressed as Luna flips the last pancake on the plate.
We all sit at the island, eating breakfast with smiles, and it all feels so simple. Until the front door bell rings.
“The bloody fuck?” Ezra says. I wipe my mouth and walk to the door. When I open it, I’m very unpleasantly surprised.
“Dad, Margo,” I greet them.
“Ian, sorry for the intrusion. It seems my daughter forgot all about me and hasn’t called once. I wanted to stop by to make sure she was fine.”
I hear Luna giggling in the background, and Margo looks past my shoulder with narrowed eyes. I open the door further, and they walk in.
This is just fucking perfect.
“Luna, sweetheart,” Margo says in a condescending tone. I watch as the blood drains from Luna’s face, and she pushes away from Ezra.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” she asks, taking a sip of orange juice and putting it back down.
“You didn’t think to call me and tell me how you were doing?”
“Didn’t think you cared,” Luna says, and I smile, loving that she’s finally standing up to her bitch of a mother.
“Luna, dear, don’t be so dramatic.” Margo looks around, and I watch as she starts clicking the pieces together. Margo is a bitch, not a dumb bitch.
My dad clears his throat behind me. “Son, maybe we should talk.”
“No, thank you,” I reply, sitting back down at the island and eating the delicious pancakes that my Omega made for me this morning.
Margo gasps, and it takes everything in me to not snap. “Luna, what in the hell is that on your neck?”
Luna covers her neck with her hand. And her mouth parts, but before she can speak, I do. I told Luna I would protect her, that I would handle people.
“It’s from Ezra. Luna is joining our pack,” I say proudly, and I watch as fear is written all over Luna’s face as Margo gapes at the four of us.
“No. No, that is not happening. Luna, go pack your things, and come back home.”
“I’m not going back home,” Luna says in a small voice.
“This is disgusting. What will people think?”
“If your concern is what people think, then know that I don’t give a shit. Luna is going to be our Omega. You can either accept it or not be a part of our lives.”
“How could you,” Margo says, pointing at me. “You’re manipulating her. How long has this been going on?”
“Mom, it just happened. I want to be here.”
