Forsaken by the Moon Goddess novel Chapter 25

Sloane

When Benedict pulls out of the parking lot, past the line of students who have stopped to stare at us, my lips are still tingling. I can still taste him. I don’t know what I taste like to him, but to me, he tastes better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.

It’s probably why I get lost when he kisses me. I try to resist. I try to make the kisses short so we’re not stared at.

But then his tongue is in my mouth and Aisling begins purring in my head. Then, my head begins to spin, and before I know it, we’re making a spectacle of ourselves.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask him.

“Nope, but I will tell you that there is food involved. We have to stop and pick it up.”

“We’re not eating at a restaurant?” | ask, surprised. I would have thought that Benedict would have taken me to some ritzy restaurant where I’d feel uncomfortable. I mean, that’s what Scarlet said she’d heard he did with other she-wolves he’s taken on dates. She did some recon for me after we talked Monday night.

He turns, looking at me with worry on his face. “No. But if you want to go to a restaurant, we can do that on our next date.”

Our NEXT date?”That’s fine. I just… figured you were a restaurant kind of guy.” I don’t want to tell him I’d heard about his other dates. He might ask me about mine and that would be mortifying since tonight is officially my very first date.

I was surprised when Uncle Roman hadn’t asked for specific about me going out with Benedict. He told Aunt Samara to let me be when she started asking for details.

He said that I’m going to be an Alpha of my own pack in a few weeks, and if I want to share the details of my date, l will. Otherwise, they are there for me if I need or want to talk.

I could tell Aunt Samara didn’t like that, but she didn’t push the conversation.

“I told you I’ve been thinking about it all week. If I screw it up, you can let me know. I wanted this to be special, Sloane. You’re not like the others I’ve dated. You don’t like the same things that most girls like. So, I wanted our date to show you that I see you, and I respect you for the woman you are.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I just stay quiet.

“Do you like music?” he asks.

“Sure,” I say.

“What kind?”

“Pop, I guess,” I say.

“Perfect, me too,” he says, grinning and turning on theradio. He keeps it low so we can still talk, even though have no idea what to say to him.

“Soooo, are you ready for finals?” I ask.

“Nope! No school talk tonight.”

[blink at him. “What do you want to talk about then?”

“You,” he says, grinning at me before turning back to the road.

“What about me? I’m pretty boring.”

“Are you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. The implication of me taking over my grandfather’s pack has me blushing.

I turn and look out the window, not sure what to say to that.

“How about | start. I’m the oldest of two children. I have a younger sister, Bethany, who is fourteen going on thirty,” he says, making me laugh.

“Your sister is hilarious. She reminds me of Scarlet.”

“High praise coming from you,” he says seriously.

I shrug.

“Scarlet was the daughter of your uncle’s Beta right? Is that how you met?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, thinking back to my first night at Uncle Roman and Aunt Samara’s packhouse. I was so miserable,and then Scarlet was there. “I met her at the lowest point of my life. She insisted that we should be friends because I was an Alpha and she was a Beta. I told her she didn’t want to be friends with me, but no one tells Scarlet anything. I had just moved to my aunt and uncle’s packhouse. They assumed that setting up my room like had it back home would make me feel more comfortable, but I hated it. When Scarlet found me, I didn’t know how to tell Uncle Roman and Aunt Samara that I wanted it to look different. I was afraid that l’d say the wrong thing and they’d be mad at me, or worse, take it out on Slade or Aria.

Scarlet insisted that we could do what we wanted and since we weren’t asking the warriors for help, no one could say a thing. We rearranged my room, got rid of everything that reminded me of my parents, and by the time Uncle Roman and Aunt Samara found us, I was feeling better. Looking back on it, Uncle Roman understood what was going on. He must have realized, more than my Aunt Samara, that I didn’t want my room that way. Scarlet told them we needed more ‘mature’ rooms, since we were eight, practically nine, and going to be ten soon, meaning we’d have our wolves. Her excuse sounds so stupid now, but Uncle Roman made sure I ordered all new things for my room,” I say, only now realizing what my uncle did for me back then.

“I remember seeing you for the first time when you came to school back then. I remember thinking how sad you tooked. Of course, I didn’t know right away what had happened. I just saw a sad girl with the prettiest brownish

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