Page 55 of Fated Moons
Love.
The word tickled off Jackson’s ears and rolled around in his heart.
“That’s impossible. You’re not a wolf. And he’s vile. He’ll turn out just like his father,” her aunt said.
Jackson took the notepad and scribbled:Ask her to coffee.He glanced over at Alfred, hoping he agreed.
He nodded.
“Why don’t we have breakfast? It’s been forever since we’ve had a chance to chat. We can talk about this then. In person.”
“I’d love to see you, dear,” Alley said. “And hopefully talk some sense into you. I can’t imagine your father is all right with this. He’s got to be out of his mind.”
“How about we meet at Ricki’s in an hour?” Amanda asked.
“Perfect, dear. See you then.”
Amanda tapped the off button on her phone. “If she’s the one who did this, and she knows about the Legend of the Fated Moons, then she knows she’s too late.”
Jackson pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. “Maybe we’re wrong,” he whispered, knowing they weren’t. She made the most sense, and she had always been the most vocal about her distaste for wolves and, in particular, Jackson and his family.
“After that call, I know it was my sister,” the prince said.
“I’m surprised you’re so quick to place blame,” Jackson said, arms circling Amanda in a protective hug. Her hands glided across his lower back, fingertips gently digging into his muscles.
“I’m being realistic,” Alfred said, the corner of his lips turning downward. He scratched the side of his cheek. “And we have to believe she has a new plan. One that includes the destruction of your child.”
Jackson swallowed.
“You all act as though you are one hundred percent positive I’m going to have a baby,” she muttered.
“Because you are.” Her father arched a brow. “Twins, to be precise.”
Jackson blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Trask saw it in a vision this morning. A little girl who will be Dormon’s mate and a little boy who will be Sadie’s mate. Dayton is tickled pink. According to Trask, he did a backflip right off the front porch. Said it was wild to see a man of that size do something like that. But Drew?” Alfred chuckled. “He’s not overly thrilled with the idea his little girl is already spoken for.”
“Daddy, sometimes your sense of humor is not funny at all.” Amanda planted her hands on her hips and glared.
Alfred waved his hands. “I’m not kidding, sweetheart. And your mother has already started knitting little booties. She even started in on little wolf ones for when they are in pup form so they can freely roam around on our new hardwood floors. And she’s pulled out her wedding dress. She’s hoping you still plan on wearing it.”
“I’m not pregnant and you people are just nuts.” Amanda looked up, gently brushing her lips against Jackson’s in a sweet, tender kiss. “I need to go shower if I’m going to meet my aunt.”
“Jackson is going with you,” Alfred said in an authoritative tone. “Only way to end this.”
“I planned on it,” Jackson said.
“We need to have a clear plan with this meeting since I can’t be there.” Alfred pulled out his phone. “I’ll get your sisters to hide somewhere so they can keep an eye out.”
“Good idea,” Jackson said. “I’ll put my sisters on the house and get Decker and a few of his buddies to hang around the coffee shop as well.”
“If it’s her, do you really think she’ll try anything in public?” Amanda asked.
“Of course she will,” Alfred said. “I’m going to call a couple of people on the council I know and tell them what I suspect. They will be bound by witch law to check it out and bring the proper local authorities. I’ll also inform Trask and, of course, the Twilight Crossing Council,” Albert said.
“They will arrest her if she’s used black magic,” Jackson said. “They will strip her of her powers. Take her magic book and?—”
“We know the law.” Albert nodded. “We’re prepared for the consequences.”
