Page 108 of Freeing My Alpha

My heart snaps. “Oh, Andy... I didn’t know. He was my most enthusiastic student most days, and got the whole class excited in whatever we were doing.”

She smiles. “Well, I saw improvements in Andy’s mood from the very start of the school year. He'd come home, telling me everything he learned. And I know I only heard half of what havoc he must've been creating, but I know how patient you've been with him.” She winces. “Like with the biting incident.”

She hangs her head, but I grab her hand.

“And I really believe patience and emotional processing is all he needed that day. I'm just so grateful he took it in. Andy even came up to me this week, applying what he learned that day to a new situation. I was so impressed!”

Andy’s mom closes her eyes, her palm pressed to her heart with a heavy exhale. “Did he? Oh, my goodness, you have no idea what it's like to hear that.”

“Considering what you're sharing, Andy has given it his all, no matter what happened in the past. He’s an incredible kid.”

She rubs my arm, releasing some of her doting scent until my heart pounds ten times faster. “You're such a sweetheart. I know you're not going to take credit over my son, but just know, you've always been the greatest Luna-like figure for our little community here, even before you came to Greenfield. Thank you, Luna. Thank you.”

A part of me feels like bawling as Andy’s mom rejoins her family’s side. Her vibrant laughter tells me she’s in love with Andy’s happy screech more than ever, but she has no idea a fire has been lit under me too. One I didn’t expect.

My wolf whispers to me. Luna... I’m ready to be Luna.

I’m shocked; I’ve never had such a clear awareness of my desires, other than when I met Noah.

Uncertainty floods my mind without giving me a single heartbeat to recover. How do I know I’m good enough for the job? Can I ever know? But my wolf stands her ground, puffing her chest high above the flower field in our bond’s inner world.

Noah notices the shift in her, turning to meet my eyes despite the wolves surrounding him. They continue speaking to him, but his eyes are glued to me.

I stare back, my cheeks flushing with desire.

No, I need to be Luna. His Luna. As soon as possible.

Noah’s shoulders rise as he tears his eyes away from me, unable to contain his wolf bounding through our bond.

That’s not the main problem. I can’t control my wolf at all, and she’s rubbing her horny scent all over his wolf to rile him up. The more I try to restrain her, the worse she behaves, baring her backside to tempt Noah’s wolf. I slap my forehead and look at the sky, trying to drown out the image with thoughts of clouds and birds.

But only 30 seconds later, Noah turns back around in his human form. His breath is heavy, and his scent carries itself on the wind. I’m hit with a rush of sexual pheromones so strong, my wolf begs to be let out as wetness seeps from my core.

Yes, my wolf says, dragging her body across her Alpha. I want to make my mate feel good.

As heat clouds my head, I can’t stop her.

Wolves across the field cover their noses, their eyes glued to me and Noah. Humans adjust their collars and fan their faces, likely blaming their sudden arousal on the summer heat.

The last of my wits has my head whipping over both shoulders, seeking an exit. Noah, we can’t do this here!

He doesn’t answer. When I look back at him again, his expression only darkens. Omega, your wolf... She's all over me.

I know it’s my wolf ravenously courting Noah’s in the first place, but she genuinely won’t stop. And unfortunately, it’s having just as strong of an effect on Noah. His teal eyes are already morphing to yellow.

Sorry, you’re right—I started it. I can’t contain her, I mindlink.

W-well, I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard, but whether it’s the start of your heat or not, I’m about to slip into a serious rut, so...

My heart flips. Noah’s wolf pants in our bond, warning me he’s further gone than he looks in his human form.

OCD harm fears grant me a breath of clarity: what if we lose control, mating on the playground and disturbing everyone around us?

That intrusive thought sounds ridiculous, and it’s also horrifying enough that I trust that we won’t act on it; Noah wouldn’t do anything I don’t want.

Except we’re not the only Lycans I’m worried about. Itching, jumpy wolves are peppered across the playground, sweat creasing brows as Lycans fan themselves. What if our scent influences other wolves, just like the stew incident? I can’t promise the other Lycans understand human culture around sex. Not with their enthusiastic, culturally-expected exhibitionism that most humans do not share.

Right on cue, two separate Alphas grab their kids, heading for the car with shifted eyes. When I spot one mate stealing a sneaky grip on their mate’s ass, I gasp. My eyes land back on my mate.

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