Once I realized that Tana was Ms. Blaze, I made sure that Bastian hadn’t actually slept with her, and I told him I better never hear him talking about her fantastic body again.
“Of course, Alpha. But it does make sense.” I snarl at him.
“What I mean is,” he says quickly as I take an aggressive stance, “my pull to her. It never felt s****l, it felt … protective. Same with her daughter. If she’s our Luna, then it makes sense that I would feel the need to protect her, even if I didn’t realize who she was.”
For the next week, I become increasingly aggravated that I don’t hear from her. I was on the verge of driving to the human city and tracking her down when she called. And time with her and her daughter, even if she still remains in her dragon form, is great. But I want more. I want my ma
