Page 94 of Alpha Brock
“Hold on, I’m still caught up on this mates thing,” Brent chuckles, taking a beer from Jared and walking over to the counter, hopping up to sit on top of it. He points the tip of his beer bottle at Astrid. “So it’s official, you’re the pack’s new Luna now?”
“Fuck yeah she is,” I answer proudly, looping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple. Damn she smells good; I’m already thinking about taking her upstairs. I swear the mate bond kicked my libido up to a hundred- I can’t get enough of my mate.
“The pack is going to be thrilled,” Jared muses, bringing his own beer to his lips and taking a swig. He swallows it down, leaning back against the refrigerator. “They’re going to love you, Astrid. I can’t think of anyone better suited to take on the role.”
Astrid blushes, leaning back into my chest and grinning at Jared. “Oh stop.”
“It’s true,” I nod in agreement, nuzzling into her neck and nipping her skin. “You’re going to be amazing.”
“So do I have to call youLunafrom now on?” Brent asks.
Astrid and I respond simultaneously- her with a ‘no’, me with a ‘yes’. We all laugh.
“Alright, so what happened in Denver?” Jared sighs, steering the conversation back on course. “What happened with the shadow pack?”
I take a deep breath, lifting my beer to my lips and taking a long swig. I feel Astrid’s body tense in my grip. Neither of us want to rehash this again, but it’s necessary to get Jared up to speed, as my beta. Brent, too, since he’ll be joining the fight now that it’s coming here.
Astrid and I tell them the whole harrowing tale, and by the time we’re finished, they’re both speechless. It’s the perfect segue to ask them to help me haul all of her bags inside, and Astrid goes to pack up her things in the guest room while the three of us head out to the Escalade. As soon as I pop the trunk and Astrid’s pile of bags comes into view, Brent whistles, clapping me on the shoulder.
“You’ve got your hands full with this one,” he remarks, chuckling softly.
“Don’t I know it,” I grumble, though I can’t help but crack a smile.
Jared’s the first to reach in, hauling out a large suitcase. “Jeez, what’d she pack, bricks?”
I shrug. “I think it’s mostly clothes.”
“If that’s the case, you’re gonna have to convert one of the extra bedrooms upstairs into a closet for her,” Brent laughs.
I reach in to pull out another of Astrid’s bags. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea.”
Brent snorts. “Look at you, whipped already.”
I roll my eyes, slinging a duffel over my shoulder and reaching for another suitcase. “Whatever, bro.” I turn toward the packhouse, spotting Astrid standing in the doorway waiting for us. Instantly, my lips are pulling into a smile. “I mean, can you blame me?”
Jared and Brent both turn to follow my gaze, chuckling to themselves.
“Nah,” Jared agrees, clapping me on the shoulder. “She’s a good one.”
“Too good for you,” Brent remarks.
I nod. “Definitely. But she’s mine…”
“Lucky bastard,” Brent mumbles under his breath.
“Uh huh,” I breathe, adjusting the duffel on my shoulder and lifting the other heavy bag. “Can’t wait to show her off to the pack.”
I start heading up the front walk as Brent and Jared exchange glances behind me, but I don’t give a fuck if they want to give me shit. As long as I’ve got Astrid, nothing can touch me.
“So I kinda forgot that I was a little mad at you before we left town,” Astrid says as I approach, a playful little smirk dancing across her lips.
I arch a brow. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm.” She brings her hands together in front of her. “So… I might’ve already packed up most of my stuff.”
I chuckle, reaching out for Astrid as I cross the threshold and pulling her in. “So eager to get away from me, huh?”
She spins to face me, pressing her palm to my chest and looking up at me with that sweet smile that gets me every time. “Never.”