Becoming the Luna Chapter 172

I wake up to plush lips littering kisses all over my face, sleepily I turn my face in the direction the kisses are coming from, lazily opening my eyes.

"Hi, V." I mumble.

"Hey, baby, sleep well?" He asks, pushing my tousled hair from my face.

My reply is a vague murmur and I glance to the side to note that Shana is long gone and I'm all alone.

He makes a quiet cooing sound when I rub my eyes and throw my arms around his neck, hanging off him like a koala bear.

"It's ti for dinner."

"No, I want to sleep so more." I grumble, hiding my face in his neck when he straightens easily lifting up.

"Sure, after you eat dinner." He agrees, amusent blatant in his voice.

I groan again but agree, if I don't I know he'll just carry down to the kitchens. "Fine, let wash up."

I'm not surprised when he heads for the bathroom, hands under my thighs to support .

"How was your day?" He asks cordially, watching as I carefully wash my face so I don't get soap in my eyes, my hands uncoordinated from sleep.

I rinse off my face before replying him. "Your brothers napped again." I tattle.

His face doesn't change from their open concentration on . "I know, they won't be doing that again."

"Oh?" I blink. "Well, Shana ca over and we hung out a bit before falling asleep, what about you? I didn't see you all day." I ask curiously, moving closer to ruffle the edges of his hair, it's as high as I can go without tiptoeing.

He catches my hand and pulls flush against him, staring down at with cool blue eyes.

I let him hug , flushing lightly as I place my cheek against his chest to avoid his piercing gaze.

"My dad invited us over for dinner."

"What?" I flinch back at his quiet words, my brain refusing to process.

He rubs slow circles over the expanse of my back like he's grounding himself. "That was my response too, apparently he wants to get to know his son's boyfriend or so other bull."

I note that his voice is softer when he talks about his dad and I hum. "Sure, when?"

"You're agreeing?" He demands in disbelief, cupping my jaw to angle my face to his.

I freeze, my eyes going wide as I lick my lips in consternation. "I wasn't supposed to?"

His eyes drop to my lips where my tongue had poked out. "No, you had the choice to, I'm just surprised."

My reply gets cut off with a soft kiss, his hand gently kneading my nape.

"Let's do more of this and fall asleep." I hum when he breaks off.

He laughs at this. "Sure, after dinner."

I scoff, exasperated with how unshakeable he could be.

Mae doesn't co up for dinner or maybe she's already had dinner while my mom mingles with the other Pack mbers her age, I note that the Alpha never ca down for als.

I wouldn't be surprised if there was a separate kitchen and dining room on the top floor for the leaders of the Pack, the dinner would make more sense then.

"You should eat more, your ribs are poking out." Virgil says, feeding .

I take the bite of food and sleepily glare at him. "I've finished a second serving, how dare you say I don't eat?" I scold.

He wipes the side of my mouth carefully. "I never said you didn't, I just said you should eat more."

I yawn, tuning out most of what he said. "I'm going to fall face down on my plate, baby, I need to sleep." I pout, too sleepy and too full to burn up at the pet na slip.

Virgil smiles wider. "Sure"

I'm practically sleepwalking so Virgil gives a piggyback ride up to my room, getting ready for bed.

"Tickles." I mumble, clumsily scrambling away from him when he tries to undo the buckles of my jeans, sleeping with them would be highly uncomfortable.

"Stop squirming." He grabs a thigh, pulling back.

"Stop digging your thumbs in my side." I complain in return in a rare show of lucidity which trails off in incomprehensible mumbles.

"I'm sorry, I won't anymore."

"Don't touch my butt." I mumble absently, eyes closed.

"I'm not"

"Or my thigh" I cut in again.

"Stop being so difficult, Hay, how else am I supposed to change you? Or maybe I'll just leave you in your jeans."

His threat cuts through my sleep haze and I panic a bit, sleeping with jeans was pure torture. "M' sorry, baby." I wiggle closer to him. "Help ."

He huffs out a breath, incredulous, but eventually gets out of the snug jeans without further event.

Next ca the knitted pants, it was really cold.

"Tickles." I mumble again when he takes a foot, kicking out a leg.

"Fuck." He bites out and I scramble across the bed when he let's go, curling into a ball at the head of the bed.

I squeal when I get dragged down the bed again, his grip firm on my ankle but not tight enough to bruise.

Mumbling sleepily about how he's a brute that wants to break my precious ankles, I doubt he knows that's what I'm trying to say.

"Precious" incomprehensible mumble. "Precious, wittle ankles don't don't break" wide yawn.

He finally gets ready, even going as far as to wear socks and gets on the bed beside .

"If I didn't love you, I'd roll you down the stairs." He says in a muffled voice, no doubt massaging his jaw where I had kicked him.

I just spin into his arms with a sleepily smile on my face, feeling snug and warm. "Love you, love you" I mumble, placing clumsy wet kisses all over his face.

"Don't lick my eye." He complains, making no move to stop .

"But I love you." I pout, eyes still closed.

"Go to sleep, baby." He says wryly.

"Kiss goodnight first?" I prompt.

"Sure." He agrees and I sigh sleepily when he places a warm kiss on my neck.

"Night'night, baby."

"Goodnight."