Luna Graced Novel Chapter 9 – Roman showered as quickly as he could, then dressed in jeans and a thermal shirt that clung tightly to his chest.
As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he caught the faint scent he had noticed back at Pack Oru. He still couldn’t place it… and then he saw her.
She had her back to him, but she turned around immediately and bowed her head. She was holding a cup of tea.
“Relax, Abby,” he said gently.
“Beta Logan is showering in the other bathroom, Alpha. May I get you a cup of coffee or tea?”
“Coffee, please. Black.”
His wolf watched intently as she poured him a large cup and brought it to him. Over a pair of black leggings, she wore a soft sweater the same color as her eyes. It draped off one shoulder, accentuating her scar, and dipped low enough to reveal her rejection mark.
He rumbled his appreciation and then took a sip as he watched her walk back to the other end of the room.
“You don’t need to show your mark to anyone.”
She halted and took a deep breath, then turned.
“I must display my shame, per wolf law.”
“Not in my presence, nor in my territory.”
He growled as she dropped her gaze to the floor. He wished she would look at him instead.
“You should carry no shame. This was not your fault. That pack is disgraceful and did you no service, nor that alpha pup.”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
She shifted her sweater so it hung off the opposite shoulder, concealing her scar. Then, with swift, graceful movements, she tied her glorious cascade of ink-black hair into a messy bun. She moved without self-consciousness, yet also without any hint of flirtation. Could she truly be unaware of her beauty? Another low rumble escaped his chest before he could stop it, and his wolf sat up and chuffed. They both admired the lovely female before them but needed to remember their manners.
A sudden knock startled him out of his reverie, and he growled, then sniffed the air. Food.
He answered the door and took the bags from the delivery person. When he turned, Logan entered the suite, drying his hair with a towel, while Abby was setting the table with dinnerware from the kitchenette.
He walked over and set the bags down. Abby pulled out the chair at the head of the table for him, then seated Logan to his right and took her place at the far end, opposite her Alpha.
She knew what she was doing; that was clear. She had been well-trained and would have made a fine Luna. A small surge of anger pulsed in his chest at the indignities she had suffered.
They quickly served themselves from the containers of food, and Roman watched to ensure Abby took some. She needed to refuel herself. Once he was satisfied with her portions, he sat back and dug in.
A few minutes later, Logan looked up from his plate.
“Gamma Rye has been alerting other packs of the situation, per your request, Alpha,” he said carefully.
Roman nodded. News would travel far and wide that a graced Luna had not only been discovered but rejected by her alpha mate. Better that they hear it from him first. Some other pack alphas might attempt to steal her for their own, but none would treat her with the respect Roman knew she deserved. If he had to fight to protect her, he would. And he was equipped to do so.
His pack had quietly grown to five thousand strong over the years, and his territory was vast, more than anyone knew. He was reclusive for a reason. He was the protector of the shunned, the rejected—most through no fault of their own. Many had paid penance for whatever injustice had led to their shunning. His pack thrived despite the varied and sometimes unfortunate origins of many of its members, and he knew Abby would be welcomed there. More than that, she would be celebrated. Protected. Maybe even loved… His wolf rumbled, and Roman sat up straighter in his chair, shaking his head to dispel the strange, intrusive thoughts.
He eyed the woman at the end of the table. It was because of her power, he told himself. Because she was a graced Luna. Nothing more than that.
**ABIGAIL**
Abby sipped her tea and quietly observed the men. After a few small bites, she pushed her plate away, while they devoured everything in sight, fueling up their wolves.
Beta Logan nodded in her direction.
“Thank you for setting the table, Abigail.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry if I overstepped. Old habits I must overcome.”
“We could stand to learn a thing or two from your good manners,” her new Alpha interjected.
“Thank you. I was trained for many years.”
“I…” She shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”
She closed her eyes, trying to regain control over her emotions. She still had a headache, but the feelings of Carson screaming at her had faded.
“Breathe, Abby.”
Her eyes flew open, and Roman was up from his seat, standing beside her. She stared into his deep, dark eyes and did as she was instructed.
Roman could feel his Alpha power surging. His wolf needed to emerge soon.
“I know you have a lot of questions. And I have someone in Pack Luko who can provide you with answers. But first, we’re going to stop at the border. We’ll get your wolf out and let her run.”
Her green eyes met his, and she gave a small nod.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“I know this is scary, Abby, but I protect my pack.” As he spoke, he felt his wolf push forward, and his eyes glowed. Where was this coming from? He began to purr, wanting to offer her comfort. He did this occasionally, with a select few, but in this case, it was almost involuntary. Both he and his wolf were drawn to this woman in ways he didn’t understand.
She kept her gaze on his, and he saw her green eyes soften and glaze over. Then her eyes flashed, and she closed them, shaking her head.
“I know,” he said softly, “and you’re welcome. Relax.”
He purred louder, and he could feel his warriors’ tensions ease as they returned to their rooms. He knew this was a level of power they weren’t accustomed to from him. And he could feel Abby calming down, even though he wasn’t touching her. Her power was palpable, and his wolf could sense it.
He glanced at Logan, whose mouth was slightly agape.
“I can feel her, Alpha.”
“My wolf can too. It’s her power.”
“And yours as well, Roman. You must have noticed the changes. Your Alpha power has been radiating constantly, and I keep feeling your wolf trying to surge.”
“I have noticed. We need to get home. It makes sense now why you want to stop at the border and run.”
He looked back at Abby.
“I think you should go lie down for a bit,” he said to her.
She opened her eyes and sighed, and he immediately understood why she didn’t want to move.
“I’ll be here.”
“Yes, Alpha, thank you.”
She got up and went into her suite, shutting the door behind her.
He sat down next to Logan. His purr was still low and steady, and he couldn’t stop it. He tried to contact his wolf, but his beast was too focused on the power he was feeling from the female.
The Alpha rubbed his face wearily, still purring.
“You okay, sir?” Logan asked.
Roman sighed.
“Yeah. But I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“Two powerful wolves recognizing each other is my first guess.”
It seemed like there was much more going on than that, but Logan didn’t think it was his place to say so. He’d leave that to the Oracle.
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