THE POWER STRUGGLE (BOOK TWO)

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Chapter 23

AMELIA

I walk into Alec and Sophia’s house and head for our room. I know the boys are spending the evening in the small living room and I prefer not to disturb them, I think it does them good to have a moment just between themselves.

Once in the room, I quickly shower, put on Noah’s t-shirt and get under the blanket. Sleep comes quickly.

“Fuck!”

I hear grunting, turning on the lamp on my side of the bed.

Noah is making his way to the bed, his step unsure. He’s clearly had too much to drink. I look at the clock, it’s 3am.

“I didn’t want to disturb my little Luna.” He says, dragging on every word.

He falls onto the bed and starts to undress. He takes off his shoes, his shirt and now he is struggling with his jeans.

“I’ll help you.” I tell him as he gets out of bed.

He hisses when he sees me in front of him.

“You’re so hot.” He says with a lecherous look on his face.

“You’re so drunk.” I respond in kind and he laughs. I think it’s one of the few times I hear him laugh freely.

“Totally drunk.” He nods.

I open the button on his jeans and unzip his fly. Meanwhile his finger traces down my thigh and stops at my crotch.

He sighs. “I shouldn’t have drank so much because right now I don’t even think I’ll be able to satisfy you my little Luna.”

This time it’s me who laughs.

“Come to bed with me.”

I pull him with my hands but he stops me.

“I’m lucky to be with you. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to wake up and you won’t be here anymore. That this is all a dream.”

“Noah...”

“Let me do the talking.” He cuts me off. “I love you Amelia and I think even without the bond, I would have fallen in love with you. I want babies with you, plenty.” I can’t help but smile. “I want babies that look like you. Who are beautiful, smart, brave, determined.”

“Noah...”

“Amelia, let me do the talking.” He cuts me off again. “What’s your family’s history with werewolves?”

Well, if I expected that. Why is he asking me this question now?

“Why...”

“Your mother told me your family was close to werewolves in some way and at the time I didn’t ask but I thought about it and I want to know.” He answers me.

“Wouldn’t you rather we talked about it in the morning? When you’re sober?” I ask him.

As long as he says yes, I’m not prepared to answer that question now. I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to him.

He nods and I pull him onto the bed.

We snuggle up to each other. A few minutes later I hear his breathing slow down, he’s sleeping. Unfortunately, by now I am wide awake.

With my eyes still closed, I feel the sun on me. I stretch and slowly open my eyes to find Noah staring at me.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning.” I reply. “Well it looks like you’re feeling better.”

“I’m a werewolf.” He replies with a wink. “No hangover, that’s the bonus.”

I smile.

“We have a discussion to finish. About your family.” He tells me seriously.

“Wow ok you attack me as soon as I wake up. Can I wash up first?”

He nods. I take my time getting ready, once I’m dressed I walk into the room and see breakfast sitting on the small table with Noah settled in waiting for me.

I sit down opposite him and ask.

“Aren’t we joining the others?”

“No I thought it would be better to chat.” He replies.

It looks like he’s not going to let go so I might as well be completely honest with him.

“Do you know that my mother is Native American?”

“Yes, I guessed.” He replies.

“I’ll tell you about it, but I have to tell you that it’s only a legend. My great grandfather Bly was the chief of an Indian tribe, he was married to Asha, my great grandmother.” I pause. “One day Asha was walking alone outside the tribe when she was attacked by a wolf, probably a rogue. It bit her, and some tribesmen quickly intervened and killed that wolf.” I pause again, trying to gauge his expression but he looks at me inexpressively. “Bly carried it himself to the tribal healer’s tent but he told him it was too late, that it was already dead.” I sigh. “Bly held her in his arms all night crying and by morning she had woken up and her wounds were gone.”

I look at Noah and his expression has changed, I can see he’s thinking. He stands up and starts pacing in front of me.

“Do you think it’s possible he injected her with something when he bit her? A bit when one wolf marks another?” He asks me.

“I don’t know about that. Honestly Noah, we don’t even know if it really happened. My grandma doesn’t have a wolf, my mum doesn’t have a wolf and I... well I’m different. I mean David is a werewolf and he’s my dad.”

“You don’t have any scars.” He says to me seriously.

“Because I’ve never been hurt. Well except for the battle with Christian’s pack but I was a werewolf.” I reply. “Look don’t overthink this. I told you that story because you wanted to know but I don’t think it means anything.”

It’s true, he’s right, I don’t have a scar but I’ve never been injured or had surgery. I still have my tonsils or my appendix. I hope he doesn’t think too much about it, it’s just a legend.


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