The Luna Choosing Game

How unfair. How unkind. At least let me enjoy the beach first! “More turbulence,” Nicholas whispered.

This time he was right up against my ear. I could feel the warm puffs of his breath against my skin, rustling my hair. With my eyes closed so tightly, my other senses heightened. I could feel the warmth of him, leaning so close to me. I could practically feel his words, rather than just hear them.

“Nothing to worry about,” Nicholas continued. His words were so comforting. Was he putting some Alpha command to them, to help me relax? Or was it simply his closeness that was adding to my calm? My wolf

was practically purring, turned to putty in the warmth of his presence.

His closeness like this wasn’t sexual, I felt no need to suddenly jump him. But it was... intimate. Like this, I felt his words whisper down deep inside of me, practically into my very soul.

Something weaved between us. It was electric yet soothing at the same time.

Instinctively I leaned into him, searching for more. He didn’t move an inch away, allowing my closeness and offering all the comfort he could muster in return.

in this state, that [ endured the rest of the plane

me and

when I hesitated. The thought of looking at that window gave me a jolt of fear. Yet with Nicholas’s encouragement and Elva’s

stole my

was the bluest crystal waters I had ever seen in my life. Gentle waves seemed to

much water!” Elva

our southern ocean,” Nicholas explained. “That’s where the

strip was private and part of the royal island, so it didn’t take long after we left the plane to find our : way to the mansion we would be staying in. It was

painted plaster with a tin roof. Storm shutters were open above every window. Along

flowers and plants. It was unusual to me, but no less beautiful. A wooden deck fully encircled the mansion, with the largest part