Page 30 of Accidentally Wedded To A Werewolf

“No,” he said flatly.

Right, Luna thought.Possessive. Even if he only had her until the snow thawed.

The knock came again, loud and insistent. Luna wondered why they were knocking so loud, then remembered the soundproofing.

Oliver gave her arm another unhappy look and climbed out of bed to search for his pants.

“We eat dinners together,” he said as he pulled his boxers on. “You don’t have to come.”

Luna leaned on the bedframe, admiring the pronounced curve of his ass as they vanished under his boxers. “Am I invited?”

Oliver made a face like she was, and he was exasperated about it.

“Then I’ll come,” Luna said.

It didn’t occur to her to be nervous until she was heading down the hallway with him. What was she doing? She’d spent the day in his room. Even if they didn’t know, they couldsmellhim on her, right? They knew she had a fiancé. What was she supposed to do, blurt out their arrangement right there at the dinner table?

It didn’t help that Oliver looked just as nervous as her, shoulders getting higher and higher with each step.

“You really don’t have to,” Oliver said as they reached the common room door. “My family can be… a lot.”

Before Luna could remind him that she wasfullyaware, the door swung open.

Vida stopped, her headphones clamped securely over both ears. She turned back toward the bustling common room and yelled, “Never mind! They’re here!”

“You don’t need to yell,” Oliver reminded her.

She gave him a droll look only achievable by disdainful teenagers.

“Whatever,” she said and paused. She gave a small, almost subtle sniff. Then she looked at Luna with such a smug, knowing look that Luna’s heart sank.

Shedefinitelysmelled it.

“Whatever,” Vida said again, ducking her head to hide a shy grin. Then she fled back to the crowded table.

Everyone had already taken their seats: the kids clumping together, with Vida joining an argument involving Leo, who tried to slide his broccoli onto a complaining Darren’s plate. The aunts were next to them, deep in conversation. Then Ben and Sabine, with Ben plucking an eyelash off Sabine’s scarred cheek. Uncle Roy had pulled his chair away, surveying the scene with a scowl. One hand kept drifting up to his chin, scratching his burn mark. It looked old—much older than Sabine’s slashing scar. Like he’d gotten it when he was very young.

Grandmother Musgrove sat at the head, cutting hersteak into tiny squares. She looked up, waving a graceful hand at the two empty chairs beside her.

“Come and sit.”

Luna followed Oliver to their seats, wishing she’d put on deodorant. It might not have covered up the Oliver stink that everyone was obviously smelling, but it may have covered up some of the nervous sweat as she sat down. They were next to each other, tucked in so tight that their legs and elbows brushed.

“Sorry,” Oliver said, pulling his leg and elbow in so he wasn’t touching her. Pretty rich for a guy who had been inside hermultipletimes today. He looked out at the table, which was heavy with food. “You could’ve come to get me. I would’ve helped.”

“We decided to let you have the night off,” Ben said, flicking his wife’s eyelash off his finger. He looked considerably less smug than Vida, who kept sneaking glances at Luna and stifling a giggle.

“You seemed busy,” Sabine added. She was smiling, but she looked confused.

Everyonewas smiling, Luna noticed. Smiling and looking at each other, all conspiratorial and smug. Even Leo and Darren had picked up on something, sniffing the air once they noticed all the adults acting weird. Leo let out an amused snort, averting his eyes. Darren just kept sniffing, cocking his head at Luna in bafflement.

Grandmother Musgrove asked, “How was your first proper day in Claw Haven, Luna?”

“Great,” Luna said, as bright as she could muster. “Oh, that reminds me!My fiancé wants to thank you guys for being so nice. I’ve been telling him everything that’s been going on, and he’s super happy with it.Superhappy.”

Ben’s eyebrows hit his forehead. “Huh. To each their own, I?—”

He cut off with a grunt like someone had kicked him under the table. Luna couldn’t tell if it was Sabine or Oliver, the former looking at him far too innocently and the latter glowering at him almost as hard as Uncle Roy was glowering at Luna

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