The Luna’s Choice by Kat Silver

Chapter 67: Ayla

I watched Kingston pace the floor as I nursed my ginger ale, trying to settle my stomach.

“Kingston, calm down,” I urged him. “It’s not like that and you know it. No one is going to take your pack from you.”

Kingston scoffed. “Like I would ever let that happen,” he spat. “But I wouldn’t put it passed him to try.”

“That’s not fair, Kingston,” I argued.

“Is it?” he replied sharply. “He sure had not trouble taking you from me.” As soon as the words left his mouth his expression changed. “I’m sorry. That was unfair. And uncalled for.”

“Yeah,” I said, crossing my arms. “It was.”

Kingston sighed and dropped into a chair across from me. “I’ m sorry. It’s not every day you find out your biggest rival is also the rightful Alpha to your pack.”

“He doesn’t want your pack, Kingston,” I assured him. “We’re happy right here with our own. In fact, it would be better for everyone if we kept this a secret. With the Waar Pa k believing that I am going to take down the Alphas somehow and make myself some kind of queen, anything that would suggest the Greytooths are gaining more territory could be… Well, it could be really bad.”

With another heavy sigh, Kingston rubbed his face, leaning his head back against the chair. “I know that,” he said. “You know I wouldn’t do anything to put you in that kind of

danger.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

Kingston winced, knowing exactly what I meant. “Yeah, I

guess you wouldn’t,” he conceded with a sigh. “Ayla, I’m truly sorry about that. I… With the state of mind I was in, I

would be fine. That Theo or I would get to you in time. I

in return, my stomach turning as a wave of nausea hit me. I breathed out slowly, trying to control my gag reflex. “Everything worked out in the end,” I said. “I can forgive you, but

admitted, looking back at me. “Ayla, are you okay? You’re

I

pup. Theo and I didn’t want to tell anyone else yet. I was enough of a target as it was. Theo was afraid my being pregnant would accelerate whatever plans

and came to my side, pressing a hand to my forehead.

“You look like you’re going to be sick. Come on. I’m taking you to the

on his arm. “No, no, I’m

pretty stressed lately. As

my chin up to look at him and a terrible

throwing up everything that was possibly in

more when we were apart. ‘I think it’s time we saw

next week,’ I said. ‘It was

the Luna, it’s not,’ he growled.

using

‘I’m calling them. End of story.’

cut the link as I threw up again, and I honestly didn’t have

through the door as he knocked. “Are you

Kingston,” I replied.

now that I got it out, but I knew it

uneasy again. Kingston was still at the door. I took some

all too much. I get that Theo won’t suggest it, but I really think you should

him. “Absolutely hot. Not with everything going on.”

sick. You can’t keep going

out in frustration. I hid a grimace, hoping I hadn’t said too much.