Luna of Mine (Grey Wolves Series book 8)

Prieten adevãrat este acela care te sfãtuieste spre bine,

iar nu acela care îti laudã nebuniile.

I cannot be your FRIEND and your flatterer too.

~Romanian Proverb # 0

“We’ve called a girls’ weekend,” Jen announced as she strode into the dining room of the Romani-an pack mansion as if she still lived there. “I’ve had a baby, Jacque is knocked up, Sally is about to embark on some crazy wild goose chase with Peri, and we need some serious estrogen time.”

Vasile looked from his mate to Jen and then back to his mate. “Is she actually asking for my approval?”

Alina laughed. “I highly doubt that, Alpha. I think she is just informing you that she’s kidnap-ping me.”

“And do you wish to be rescued?” he asked her with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

Jen scoffed, “Psht, as if. You and what army could possibly rescue her from my clutches?”

“Jen, tone it down a little. I think your post pregnancy hormones are still getting to your head,” Jacque piped in, as she dragged out a seat at the table.

“Was it too much,” Jen asked with squinted eyes.

Jacque held up her hand with her fingers separated by a tiny sliver of air. “Just a tad.”

“I think I can handle the girls for a weekend,” Alina told her mate. “Besides, I think it’s time they heard our story.”

“Mina!” Vasile’s voice was full of warning.

She shrugged innocently. “What? I won’t make you look bad.”

He huffed knowing there was no way to make him look good. Vasile remembered their court-ship like it was yesterday, though it had been over two centuries since he took Alina as his mate. He had matured a lot in those two centuries, thank the Great Luna for that.

“So we’re finally going to get to hear how the great and mighty Vasile claimed his mate? Or is this more of a fall from grace sort of story?” Jen asked as she grinned at the frowning Alpha.

“I would say it’s a little of both,” Alina told her. “Do you all want to go to the cottage?” Alina asked them.

“If it is a no testosterone zone, then by all means, the cottage it is,” Jacque answered.

“So eager to get away from me, Luna?” Fane’s voice whispered through her mind.

“I love you, Wolf-man, but I need a couple days of girls, chocolate, and no possessive mates. You can help Decebel with Thia and get some daddy practice in.” Jacque laughed at the low growl her mate gave her. He hated when she was away from him, especially now that she was carrying their child, but he also knew she needed space or he would smother her, and that in turn would lead to her smother-ing him―with a pillow, while he slept.

“I heard that,” he huffed.

“I’ve told you to stop eavesdropping and then you won’t hear things you don’t like hearing. If you weren’t so hardheaded you would take my advice and mind your own business.”

“Stay safe, love, and come back to me quickly,” he told her, totally ignoring her snide comments, as he often did.

“Love you,” was her response.

***

“How long will you be gone?” Decebel asked Jen as she tossed some clothes in a suitcase.

“Just for the weekend, B. You totally got this dad thing down, and Vasile will help if you run into any problems,” Jen said with a reassuring smile.

“I’m not worried about taking care of Thia; she’s a piece of cake compared to you,” he told her with a smirk.