Page 262 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“What’s her name?” I asked Charles at the same time as Cade.

“Celeste,” Charles answered, and I giggled.

It figured. Mom’s been bored since she stepped down from being luna.

“She’s tall, curls for days, blue eyes? Probably told you she can start teaching you tonight?” I confirmed.

There were a couple of Celestes in the pack now. Some pack members who adored Mom had named their girls after their luna.

“Yeah! Wait, how did you know she said I could start tonight?”

“Because that’s my mother,” I chuckled, making Charles' face blanche.

“Oh, Goddess! I’ve been calling her Celeste instead of Luna all morning,”

“Relax. Mom hates formalities. She’ll be mad if you call her Luna. Especially, if she’s taken you under her wing.”

“So, she’s your mom, Luna?”

“Yep,” I answered.

“But—” he started and stopped, looking flustered about whatever he was going to say.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he answered, looking embarassed.

“Come on, after everything we went through together, you can say whatever you thought of.”

“It’s just... I’ve tasted her food. How is it you never learned to cook when she’s your mom?” he asked.

Cade dropped his bag, and laughed so hard at the blush on my face, that he had tears in his eyes and was doubled over, holding his stomach.

“I tried to learn, but it just didn’t take,” I defended weakly.

“Goddess! That’s probably why she wants to teach Charles. She wants to make sure you don’t food poison me again.”

“It was one time!” I told him indignantly.

“You can apprentice under the previous Luna, Charles. Now, I have to take my pregnant mate for lunch,” Cade said minutes later, once he’d gotten his laughter under control.

“You’re pregnant?” Charles asked, his eyes going round.

“I am. With twins. Your alpha knocked me up before he left Montana.”

“Right on,” Charles fist-bumped Cade, making me roll my eyes.

“What about you? You knock up Lindsay?” I asked, but he shook his head.

“No. We’re waiting until she’s done with her internship.”

“Good on you for listening to her needs,” I told him, my respect for him increasing.

Cade’s phone beeped and he looked at it, grinning.

“Let’s go before the calvary comes and gets you, My Queen.”

“Chris?” I asked.

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