Page 129 of Freeing My Alpha

“It is safe. We're all allies, so we don’t fight to the death. Just... close.”

I sputter out a laugh. “Oh, my God. That’s not exactly reassuring!”

We laugh together, but Noah draws closer. Mischief is laced into his smile. “And we won’t be hosting it, so there’s no extra stress on us to plan. We’ll be flying to Sweden, where you’ll get to meet every other top Luna in the world. Plus, I’ll finally get more alone time with you.”

I perk up. “So, sort of like a reunion and honeymoon, combined?”

“If we ignore the fighting part, yes. We love to spoil the hell out of our Lunas, too.” He grins, kissing my forehead. “I-I’ve never had a Luna I’ve been mated to before, so I’ve been excited to introduce you.”

Dammit, he's too cute. “Okay. Then, as long as you think you’ll be okay, I trust you.”

Noah chuckles. “Thankfully, it’s always planned during the new moon. We wouldn't dare put a shit-ton of Alphas together during the full moon. Then I’d actually have to warn you about it.”

He giggles as my eyes bulge wider by the second. Eventually, I just have to laugh with him.

“Alpha!” A voice booms through the speakers, and I squeak in surprise.

Noah laughs, stroking my hair to soothe me. Poor Omega. It’s not the first time Tane’s scared the shit out of someone with his happy yells.

I sit straighter, my heart hammering into my throat as I take in the golden-brown skinned, curly-haired Alpha on the screen. He’s so bulky that he can hardly fit into his webcam, his luxurious black hair eating up all the extra room around his head.

This must be the New Zealand Alpha. I thought his name would be spelled “Tani” by how Noah pronounced it, but the name at the bottom of his screen says, “Tane.”

Noah rapid-taps his volume button down, breaking into a relaxed smile. “Kia ora.”

“Kia ora,” I echo with a wave.

The burly Alpha on the screen beams even wider, returning his own, “Kia ora!” Tane grins, scooting even closer to his webcam. “Looks like I’ve missed some big news here, bro. Go on, then, introduce us.”

As I watch Noah glance at me through our webcam’s preview, his doting grin flips my heart. “Tane, this is Aliya, my m-mate... A-and in a week and a half, my Luna.”

Tane breaks into heavy, booming laughter, crackling Noah’s laptop speakers. Noah ducks his head, and I giggle, wrapping my arm around his back.

“We’ve got too much to celebrate! Dammit, I should’ve brought my little Omega. She’s finally getting some rest, though, so it’s for the best, ay,” Tane says.

“How’s the baby?” Noah asks.

“Good, good! Already almost one. Lemme grab a pic.”

As Tane whips out his phone, another person enters the call. Everyone snaps to attention as his name appears: Viktor Abrammson.

The King Alpha. My heart leaps into my throat.

But he’s not turning his video on.

Noah leans his full weight back in his office chair, prompting a pitiful squeak out of it. With a wavering chuckle, Noah’s gentle voice raises in volume. “Vik, the mic’s on the bottom left. Video too.” With no response from Viktor, Noah breaks into hearty giggles, popping up in his chair. He sends a push notification to Viktor about turning on his audio and video—with no luck. Tane breaks into laughter with Noah, and I press my fingertips to my lips, not wanting to make a bad impression on the King Alpha who can absolutely see us laughing at him.

By the time Viktor finally pops up on screen, it’s only thanks to his mate, Annika. The strawberry blonde Omega leans over him in an unzipped hoodie, one hand on the computer mouse and the other on her baby’s back as she breastfeeds. Annika’s messy bun bounces as she bolts out of the room, but Viktor turns around, calling after her in Swedish. All I can pick out is, “Greenfield Luna.”

Annika gasps in the doorway. “Aliya is there?! Vik, you should’ve told me sooner! I’m not dressed!”

Viktor winces. “I’m sorry! I forgot we’d all be able to see each other.” Turning back to the screen, Viktor squints at us. “Are you guys still there?”

Noah and Tane break into harder laughter.

“Kia ora, bro. We can see and hear you now,” Tane says.

“Huh?” Viktor shouts. “What’d you say? Where’s the volume on this thing?”

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