Page 53 of Snow's Charming
“This isn’t her shield. Raine, what did you do to me?”
Raine’s smirk widened.
“It’s simple, Accius. Once Jackie joined your coven, her powers grew—correct?”
“Yes.”
“And when I bound her powers—with the help of my family—well? Let’s just say you and your coven’s powers weakened. You’ll be lucky if you can scry. And forget about calling the corners.” Raine said with a chuckle.
Accius tried to form another energy ball, but it quickly dissipated as soon as he formed it.
“Fuck!”
Hands cupped my face, and I instantly knew the warmth. I put my hands over Sylus’s and smiled brightly.
“It’s finally over—isn’t it?I’m now truly yours.”
I said the words, and this time there was no impending doom that washed over me. A sense of peace replaced every doubt I’d had in the last decade with Jackie and my happiness.
“Yes. It’s over my princess, my Luna, my family, and my very breath.”
CHAPTER 19
Definitely Happy Ever After and Then Some…Maybe
It was coming up on the third anniversary of our battle with Jackie and the Nuri witches. The forged paperwork Jackie tried to pass off, along with Dad’s death, finally was fixed. It took forever to get everything out of probate. But with Raine, Teagan, Ara, and Kiku’s help, a few friends of theirs in the magical community pushed the paperwork through the system legally. Dad, being Dad, put the Snow estate in my name now instead of waiting for his actual death. He wanted to be certain that no one would ever take away the legacy he’d built for me, or my happiness.
“I will never allow you to let my happiness come between us again, princess. You can have it all. It’s rightfully yours as the new Luna of the Moon Rising Pack, anyway.” My father said to me as he placed his palms on my shoulders.
“Dad, nothing will ever come between us. Ipromise you I will speak my truth. But please don’t address me as the Luna. It’s weird.”
My father gazed at me with knitted brows.
“What are you talking about?”
“Sylus and I agreed to wait until next week. I’ll become his Luna when we get married and perform the coronation ceremony.”
“Really?”
I didn’t expect him to look as confused as he was. Yes, I already took on the duties of the Luna. We already had a mental bond with one another, and it only strengthened after we lifted the curse.
The physical connection hindered nothing for us as a couple or even with the pack. All was well. So Sylus and I decided we’d wait to mark each other, and we planned on doing that on our honeymoon. Well—among other things, of course. I was no prude with intimacy. However, I wasn’t about to talk to Dad about my sex life—or rather, lack thereof.
Yes, I was a full-fledged adult, and so was Sylus, but neither of us wanted to have sex within the brigade’s earshot. Living with a pack made the whole intimacy thing pretty damned hard. Their keen hearing and telepathic connection made things weird. Plus? Who wants to do anything around their parents and uncles by choice?
Yeah, we probably could have taken an overnight trip somewhere within the past couple of years—even with all the pack duties. But truth be told? Sylus and I were still waiting for something to break us apart again.I know it is silly of us both to think this way, however, part of me always thought there was another test to come. And this all came from what I’ve noticed in the past couple of years about the magical community. Drama and jealousy are always around every corner, so it’s no wonder Jackie the evil witch wanted me out of the picture.
“Princess, are you still like? A virgin?”
“Okay, Dad, let’s stop this conversation now. I’m 24. You don’t get to ask me this stuff now—remember? We talked about this.”
I said to him as I playfully swiped at his shoulder. Dad simply shook his head.
“Sorry, I just never thought that you’d both continue to, uh, save yourselves.” He said as he put a hand to the back of his neck and rubbed the almost near peach fuzz back and forth.
He may have left the army, but the army never left him. He got a buzz cut every three weeks. He’d always told me he did it out of habit. I knew better; he did it as a quiet comfort. Dad was a stickler for routine. His OCD and PTSD issues made comforts like haircuts a priority, and I completely understood this growing up.
I covered my ears.
