The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 121: Uncharted Territory

And then, there was his apology from earlier. That moment. The way he spoke it had caught me completely off guard. Smooth, sincere, and with a voice rich and deep, like honey-drenched thunder. If he ever sang lullabies, our future kids would probably fall asleep within seconds.

Wait. Kids? Oh no. My eyes popped wide open as panic surged through me.

What if he wanted kids right now? What if he didn’t want any at all? I wasn’t ready for either answer!

This was the kind of conversation mates were supposed to have, right? Most wolves didn’t wait too long to start families, and that was perfectly fine... for them. But this was me. I loved kids cute, bubbly little things but I’d never had to actually raise one. I didn’t know how to discipline them or deal with temper tantrums. What if I failed completely as a mom?

Still... a small part of me imagined cradling something tiny and warm, with little tufts of dark hair and stormy blue eyes, and my chest ached in a way I hadn’t expected.

But first... mating. Which Mother Nature seemed hell-bent on fast-tracking. I hadn’t even heard of a male triggering a female’s heat cycle before. Maybe it was a Lycan thing? Because it sure as hell wasn’t normal.

I felt her stir inside me my inner wolf and I immediately shut that line of thought down. Nope. Not opening that door right now.

See what I mean? It was like my whole life had been shoved into a blender and someone hit ’purée.’ All I wanted was one simple, normal problem to deal with. Like... running out of toilet paper. That’d be an absolute dream.

Except I didn’t have a job. Or any money. And living off of Zaliver still made me feel weirdly, stubbornly guilty.

Fantastic. I couldn’t even buy toilet paper if I needed it. A hopeless groan ripped from my throat and I buried my face deeper into the mattress.

"Wow, that looks like a blast," a familiar voice said from the doorway amused, smooth, and unmistakable.

I froze dead in my tracks.

Oh no.

Even without looking, I knew exactly who it was.

I turned my head just slightly, letting my hair fall like a dark shield across my face. I peeked at him from under the curtain of strands before immediately facing the bed again.