Filed to story: The Luna Mated to Triplet Alphas Novel
We exchanged glances, realising we had not discussed what we would be telling Luna Chasity. We should have gotten our story straight first but Calix and I had been so focused on trying to convince Felix that it had completely sl*pped our minds. Even now, standing before Chasity, I could not make up much of anything. She had that mind-numbing effect on me. My eyes settled on my very own mark in a prominent position on her neck and my Alpha wolf rejoiced. He had been ecstatic ever since we had sunk our teeth into her delicate neck.
“Pack a nightgown and a change of clothes for tomorrow and any toiletries you might need,” I said decisively, hoping she would not ask too many questions.
I did not want her to know anything until she she saw it with her own eyes.
“Alex,” purred Chasity softly in that sweet tone she used when she wanted something.
She knew the answer was always yes when she asked me like that. She was looking up at me with her doe eyes from under thick long lashes. She put her hands on my ch*st and I grabbed one of them and brushed my l*ps across the back of it.
“Help me pack, please, Alex,” she cooed. “You’re so good at it!”
By help her pack she meant pack for her while she watched.
“Of course, Luna,” I said instantly.
“You guys should double-check your bags to make sure you have everything,” I said to my younger brothers.
“Can I borrow the cl*pboard?” Asked Calix.
“Yeah,” I said, handing him my cl*pboard with my list of essentials.
I had already triple checked my bag.
“Alex, you sure you have everything? Have you quadruple checked?” Asked Felix in mock concern, widening his eyes theatrically.
“You know I only check thrice,” I muttered.
“And say words like thrice,” muttered Felix.
“Thrice is a legitimate word,” I fired back.
It was!
“Come on, Luna,” I said, grasping her hand and leading her into the walk-in closet.
Believe it or not, this was one of the few hotels with walk-in closets in their presidential and deluxe suites.
“You can never have too much storage space,” I said to Chasity who was already playing a song on her phone for me to hear.
“I love this song!” She said excitedly.
It was an upbeat track where the words repeated so much, I doubted there were more than fifteen unique words in the song.
“Me too!” I said eagerly.
Chasity had this funny way of dancing more spiritedly when my back was turned but when I turned to face her, she would stop or just sway a bit out of shyness. I showed her dress after dress and she decided what she wanted to carry and what would stay in the suite for now.
“You don’t want me to see your moves?” I inquired with a sly smile.
She blushed.
“I don’t have moves,” she mumbled.
“I can tell you’re dancing up a storm when I turn my back and playing coy when I turn around,” I said bluntly.
“No!” She squeaked.
There was a bloody mirror in front of me through which I could see Chasity dancing passionately while my back was turned. I always blamed myself for her shyness. There was nothing wrong per say with being shy.
It was cute.
It was a valid trait like any other not a flaw in my opinion but I wondered how outgoing she might have been had she been allowed to flourish more during her formative years. She was still very young so I hoped to see her come out of her shell a little. Packing was a cinch for me so I had already filled her duffle bag with her necessities. I zipped it up.
“Come on,” I said authoritatively.
“To the car?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.
“No, Luna, come to me,” I instructed, holding my hand out.
“Huh?” She said softly but she obediently came closer and took my hand.
I pulled her into my arms, grasping her by her waist while her arms were around my neck. We swayed on the spot. She smiled sweetly, looking up at me, before she dropped her gaze and buried her face in my ch*st. I gently leant my chin on the top of her head. The scent of her silky curls was intoxicating. I breathed it in.
“This is my second dance,” she told me, her voice slightly muffled by my shirt.
“Oh, yeah, I have some pictures of your first dance with Calix at the Christmas Party.
She giggled. I k**sed the top of her head.
“You smell really good,” she said softly, the cold tip of her nose brushing against my collar bone.
“So do you, Luna,” I said.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked.
“It’s a surprise actually. A surprise within a surprise,” I mumbled. “Why? Are you anxious about it?” I wondered, remembering how frightened she was sometimes because of the past.
“No, actually,” she said as if she too were surprised by this fact.
“Good,” I said, bending to nuzzle her.
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