Chapter 22: He’s the father of my kids...
Noah POV
I had been halfway to Central Europe for the monthly Cash Call meeting held in the sky by the Lycans of the Regions when my Gamma Steve leaned in my ears and whispered.
"The security details attached to Miss Olivia just paged a red alarm to us. Attempts to reach them have proved abortive,".
The Long Island drink in my hand slipped from it and clattered to the ground as I jumped to my feet, feeling panic in every part of me. I’ve never felt that way before, not even when I had to watch my parents die. But with Olivia, it was different.
I knew I was hopelessly in love with her, and this trip to the Greyhound Pack had left me feeling uneasy. A year ago, I had been digging into Olivia, who had stayed in our pack after being rescued by our team in a forest with her children. She has stayed with us since then.
And despite our best efforts and resources, we failed to find anything on her. It seemed she had appeared from nowhere and existed.
One day, after returning from a business trip, I had wanted to take a stroll around the garden when I saw a moon mage. As a Lycan Werewolf who practised and worshipped the moon goddess, a Moon Mage can only be seen if there was a direct message from the moon goddess herself.
In those days, I had been making plans to ask Olivia out and make her Luna of my pack, so I had been a bit startled when I saw the Moon Mage sitting quietly under the Elderberry tree. Its back was turned to me, but I recognized it as the Moon Mage from the halo that was shining around it.
Without hesitating, I knelt and laid face flat a little distance before it.
"Rise, King Noah," the Mage scoffed, turning to me. "You should pay obeisance to the goddess and not me,".
"But it is necessary to acknowledge a messenger from the moon," I said defiantly. "Please accept my greeting and I will rise,".