Booka Chapter77
“Rya, when can we expect your heat to come?” If I had food in my mouth, I would have choked, spitting the contents out on the table.
The two remaining males‘ chairs scrape against the tile floor as they push them away in absolute disgust. They make their way outside, leaving the four of us alone together. Kennedy continues to shove food in her face while I pale.
“I’ve never had one.” Best to be truthful. Why le now?
“You’re sterile?” Alpha Clinton words tumble out, while Kennedy actually looks at me in open–mouthed shock, to the point I can see
her chewed–up food.
“Impossible. You smell fertile, almost as if you are always just beginning your heat,” Luna Grace confesses
“I never went through one.” My head hangs shamefully. This is my secret no one has ever known until now. I should have told Dallas about this before I left, but there was no time to talk before I decided to go away with his family.
Kennedy’s full attention is on the conversation as she takes the first bite of that bun I gave her. I can see how it must have hither taste
buds the way she savors the flavor of it.
An image flashes in my brain of me snatching the bun back and shoving it in my mouth, eating the rest of it. I don’t act on that thought, I have to put my hands underneath my thighs, locking them in place.
“I’m going to wait outside with our males.” Alpha Clinton just throws some money on the table, more than enough to cover everything
as he walks away.
“You’re just a late bloomer, Rya. I think that once my son marks you that you will experience your first heat.” She says these words, but I can’t believe what she says.
“Maybe.” One word was spoken to the Lana that conveys my doubt
Kennedy finally finishes everything. I notice her undoing the top button of her pants that are cutting into the smooth skin of her belly. She keeps her head down as she makes her way outside to the waiting vehicle, the Luna in between us as we walk
This is the longest ride I have ever taken, the landscape changing now. Instead of the great sentinel pines with whispering willow trees that I’m used to, a northern forest starts to take hold, tall pines, firs, hemlocks, and spruces littering the land we are driving in.
Pulling onto a dirt road off the main highway, we come to a ridge looking down the steep slope. We get to take in the grand expanse of nature that humbles my soul. Even Kennedy’s eyes are taking all this in. The wind up here hurtles itself against the vehicle, making it swerve slightly with each gust. I think a storm is going to hit very soon.
Firs are packed so densely together that all you can see down below is a canopy of green tipped in white.
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Another hour on this road has small houses tucked into the forest’s edge, with a lake behind them. They look! smoke is coming out of all the chimneys, saying this is all year–round living.
- summer cottages, but
I can’t help but look outside and take everything in. I have only been out of my pack to train, and even then I was really not allowed to explore on my own.
We pull up to a moderate–sized home. It has a windmill, and solar panels on the roof, fully self–sufficient.
All the males get out of the car as one. They go to the back and pull bags out, loading them up their arms.
Cash sticks close to his baggage, pulling Kennedy along by the wrist.
She doesn’t try to pull away from his grasp, and I can actually see the small shiver that attects her skin. I wonder if Clayton ever made her skin shiver like that. I’m sure he made her legs quiver, but did he ever shiver her skin with just a touch?
Walking inside a mud room, I see coats and robes hung along one wall with boots lining the ground. I follow behind everyone, and we come into a very large kitchen. It’s what I dream about the way old fashion mixes with just a touch of modern. It’s clean and full of the smells of homemade love. “Cash, do you want the spare room for Kennedy?” Like it’s his decision where she sleeps. She doesn’t look at him. Instead, her head is bowed, looking at the tile floor, very docile
“She can have the spare room.” I can see the relief uncoll the tension in her shoulders.
“Rya, that means you can have my son’s room. It’s his juvenile room. It really hasn’t been changed since he had his own house built.” Giving a slight smile, I’m somewhat apprehensive to Intrude on his space.
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Before I left, he asked me to go through all his things, look through every drawer, every nook, even under his mattress. He told me he had a home there that the pack got together and built them. He hasn’t stepped foot in it since her death. He encouraged me to go through everything, and when I find something that is hard for me to understand to call him about it and we’ll discuss it. I still have to tell him about me and everything that I haven’t gotten a chance to inform him about
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