The Pack's Luna: The Pack Series Book 4 novel Chapter 2

Piper

“Viv, stop being difficult,” I say to one of my very few friends. Vivienne may not acknowledge our friendship, but she still answers my call every time I reach out.

“I’m not being difficult, Piper. You know I don’t fit in a pack.”

“You should at least give Alpha Quirin a chance, Viv. His pack is made up almost entirely of rogues,” I insist.

“Have you been there?” she asks.

“No. I told Alpha Quirin that I’d try to get you to come with me. What’s the worst that will happen, Viv? You hate it and leave? Fine. But at least give it a try.”

It’s quiet a moment.

“You can’t save everyone, Piper,” she says softly.

“Fuck that, Vivienne. I can save whoever the fuck I want and right now, getting you off the streets and into a pack is what I want.”

“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that?” she growls.

“Yeah, but I’m the bitch who calls you a friend. Do this for me, babe. Please?”

“I hate you right now.”

“You can thank me later,” I say, grinning.

She sighs. “When?”

“I’ll call Alpha Quirin and set up a weekend we can go.”

“Fine.”

“Love you too,” I say in a singsong voice, grinning.

She growls before hanging up.

“You have weird friends,” Zach says.

I shrug. “Viv isn’t good with intimacy or even being in a pack. I really do think that Alpha Quirin will be good for her. He’s not like most Alphas.”

“Yeah, he tortures people who dare to breathe funny around his family,” he says, making me laugh.

“Scared of the big, bad Alpha, Zach?” I ask, crawling across the bed toward him.

He looks at me. “If I say yes, will you still ride me like the beast you are?”

“Fuck yeah, I will,” I say.

“Then, yeah. Alpha Quirin scares the fuck out of me.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m about to ride the fuck out of you,” I say, climbing on top of him.

Zach and I have an agreement. We’re friends, we’re fuck buddies, but if either of us ever finds our mate, we back the fuck off. But until that time, the man has a big dick, and he knows how to use it.

Of course, I know how to use it too, which is what I do until we both come hard and then collapse.

The next day, I meet up with my only other girl friend, Cyra.

“Hey, preggers. How are you feeling?” I ask her at breakfast.

“If I say I’m feeling like a fat cow, will you hold it against me?” she asks, rubbing her belly.

“Nope. You’re an Alpha female, you’re building your pack, you’re going to the Warrior Academy, and you’re growing a little pup inside you. If anything, I’m feeling inadequate,” I say.

She smiles at me. “Thanks, Pipes. I needed that today.”

“Any time, my friend. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No. We’re headed back to the pack this weekend. Luna Yara is there to check me over. We’ll see what happens. Keep your fingers crossed!”

“Fingers, toes, arms, legs, I’ll cross everything I can for you,” I say, pulling her into a side hug. “Hey Striker, do you happen to know if Alpha Quirin is around this weekend?”

He shrugs. “I think so. You’re not applying for his Gamma position, are you?” Yorick asks.

I laugh. “No fucking way. I want the elite fighter position on Alpha squad,” I begin.

“Good luck with that,” Zach says, grinning at me. He’s probably my biggest competition for the Alpha Squad, now that Yorick has decided to go for C-Squad. Rather than making us enemies, we use the competition to push each other forward. At least during the day. At night, we burn off any residual energy left over from the day in bed.

“Then why do you want to know if Alpha Quirin is home this weekend?” Cyra asks, rubbing her stomach.

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