Page 20 of Dancing Moonbeam

As they headed into town, he rested his head against Jaytee’s back, finding solace in his wolf shifter as he soaked in his warmth and scent—a combination of fire and recklessness.

He still couldn’t believe he was mated to a wolf shifter.

Galamir’s reaction would be explosive, a complete fricking meltdown. Some Unseelie laws were mind-boggling and simply nonsensical. Like the one that prohibited dark fae from mating outside their own race. What moron had come up with that one?

It was downright ridiculous, considering fate brought mates together. How could anyone fight against fate?

The thought made him smirk. No one could fight against fate, so there wasn’t anything his father could do about it.

Raidh had no intention of giving that up for anyone, not when the Frost men had shown him so much kindness and compassion in the short time he’d been around them.

It was a stark contrast to the cruelty and neglect Raidh had experienced from his own family for over a millennium, making him question the loyalty he had ever felt for his own family.

But Raidh worried about the potential danger facing the wolves. His father may not be as skilled with magic as Raidh, but he was still not someone to underestimate.

The roar of the motorcycles filled the quiet night as they drove down the back roads, the headlights cutting through the darkness as insects buzzed around them.

Raidh squeezed his arms around Jaytee, feeling the strength of his mate’s body against his own and the deep rumble of the engine beneath him, a constant buzz in his body. The moon cast a pale glow over the road, allowing Raidh to see the silhouettes of trees and houses passing by as they rode.

Being around Jaytee unleashed so many emotions within Raidh— some buried deep inside him and others, entirely new, that churned wildly inside of him.

Was it because of their bond, or had witnessing the love and loyalty between the Frost men opened something within him that had been dormant since his father’s cruelty started?

In fact, in just a short time of getting to know Jaytee and his family, Raidh felt more loyalty toward them than he ever had toward his own blood relatives.

Kalen Frost was the father figure Raidh had always longed for, everything his own father should have been.

“Ack!” Raidh sputtered and hacked, his eyes bulging in disgust.

“You okay back there?” Jaytee asked with concern.

“Bug in my mouth! Bug! Yuck, gross!” Raidh gagged and hacked. That was so freaking disgusting. He slapped Jaytee’s back when his mate chuckled.

“You gotta keep your mouth closed, Moonbeam,” Jaytee said with a playful smirk. “You should be thanking that bug for the extra protein.”

“Not funny at all.” Raidh scowled, still trying to stop the involuntary shudders running through his body. “I’m about to stick my finger down my throat so I can purge it.”

“Don’t you dare,” Jaytee warned with a growl.

“Pull this motorcycle over, or I’ll do it!” Raidh exclaimed in panic, barely holding back the urge to gag again.

Jaytee quickly maneuvered to the side of the winding country road, his brothers and father following suit in a synchronized line of motorcycles.

The sudden stop jolted Raidh’s entire body, causing his stomach to lurch even more. The ground was rough and uneven under his feet as he practically launched himself off the bike, gagging and spitting like a cat coughing up a hairball.

Everyone crowded around him, exchanging concerned glances.

“What’s wrong?” Kalen asked, worry creasing his brow.

“Bug. In. Mouth.” Raidh managed to croak out between coughs as his mate wore an amused smirk.

“Ah, the joys of motorcycle riding.” Kalen winked.

“Dude.” Damon rolled his eyes. “I thought it was something serious. All that panic over a tiny bug?”

Raidh took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. “I’m fine,” he managed to say through clenched teeth.

“You sure you’re okay, Moonbeam?” Jaytee rubbed his back, genuine concern in his voice, unlike Damon and Jax who were laughing their butts off.

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