The Luna’s Choice by Kat Silver

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Chapter 63: Ayla
I was folding a stack of clothes on the bed next to my suitcase when there was a knock on the door. I looked up as it opened slowly. Kingston came in and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
After our argument, he had given me a little space. Sort of. He was still always close by, but he hadn’t been constantly by my side. It was a small relief. And he had been really sweet. He apologized for his reaction and agreed it was over the line. We had even gone out the night before for a date night, which was really nice. Not just being with Kingston but getting out and socializing.
We went out to dinner, then he took me to an art opening, then a jazz bar. We had some drinks and met some people. Overall, it was a wonderful night.
“I’ll miss you,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled. “I’ll miss you too.”
“Are you leaving soon?”
“I
“Once I’m done packing,” I replied, continuing to organize my things in the suitcase.
Kingston started to help. He went to the bathroom and packed up my toiletries for me. When we were all done, and I zipped up my luggage, Kingston sat on the bed.
“Ayla,” he said, reaching out and pulling me to stand before him, “I know I’ve been a bit… overbearing lately. I guess I got a little carried away.’
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Chapter 63: Ayla
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I sighed, running a hand through his hair. “A little. I still don’t understand what you’re so worried about.”
He shook his head. “I guess what happened at the Gathering made me a little paranoid. But you’re right. You don’t need me to protect you.”
“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t need you to protect me all the time,” I teased. “I’m okay with you protecting me from as***le Alphas and creepy stalkers and painful nights. You can protect me from those things anytime.”
He chuckled, pulling me in for a kiss. His hands gripped my waist, squeezing me before breaking our kiss.
“I can handle that,” he said.
“Good.” I smiled. “Now, I should get on the road. It’s a long drive.”
“Before you go, I want to talk to you about something,” he said, brushing my hair behind my ear. “You know how much I care about you, Ayla.”
“I do,” I assured him. “I care about you, too, Kingston.”
“I mean, I’m crazy about you,” he laughed. “I want you to know that I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Kingston, I know,” I insisted. “I know.”
“Good, because when you get back, I want to make us official. I want you to become my Luna, Ayla,” he said. “Dasha has come back to you. She’s been responsive to Lennix. I think she’s close to accepting us.”
“Kingston…”
“I know she’s not completely back, and we won’t mark each other until
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she is,” Kingston rushed. “But I believe it will happen, and when it does, there won’t be anything holding us back anymore.”
He reached into his pocket, but I didn’t see for what.
“I know this isn’t really our tradition, but I wanted to show you how serious I am about this.”
He raised his hand, and that’s when I saw the diamond ring. I took a step back. He’s right. This wasn’t our tradition. Humans didn’t have fated mates. At least not between each other. Because they had no other way of showing they had a partner, I understood why they used rings. But wolves didn’t need them. When we marked each other, it wasn’t just the mark that told others we were taken. Our scents
mingled. We became part of each other in a way everyone could sense, and they knew exactly who our mate was.
For Kingston to propose this, he was essentially saying we were all but marked.
“Kingston… This… I…”