Resisting the Moon (Royal Shifters #2)(50)

“Do you miss him?”

She shrugged. “Only the person I thought he was. When we’d first met, he’d been so charming and loving. It’s crazy how people can hide who they truly are.”

“One day, you’ll find a man who makes you happy. There are a lot of eligible bachelors in Wyoming,” I said with a wink.

Laughing, she hit me across the head with a pillow. “Don’t you dare try to set me up with anyone right away. I’m not ready for all that crap.”

I smiled and took the pillow. “I won’t. But you seriously could meet your true mate out there. I know I did.”

“And you said his brothers look just like him?” she asked.

“Yep, and you’ll meet them soon.” My phone started to ring and I looked down at it. “I should probably answer that.” Taking a deep breath, I answered the call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“What’s up? That’s all you have to say to me?” my mother exclaimed.

“Umm . . . I love you?” I added, stifling a laugh. Amelie smiled and shook her head.

“Why haven’t you returned my calls? We’ve been worried sick about you.”

I laid back on the bed. “It’s been a hard couple of days.”

“What happened?”

I glanced over at Amelie. “Well, we found Amelie, but we also happened to find the Sierra Pack—they were the ones who had her. Needless to say, we were captured, tortured, and a battle ensued, but at least now it’s over for good.”

She gasped. “Was anyone hurt? Tell me everything.”

My eyes burned as I went through the whole spiel, telling her everything from start to finish.

“Oh my God, Tyla. Why didn’t you call for help? We would’ve been out there as fast as we could.”

“There was no time, Momma.”

“And Finn?” she asked.

“He’s alive, but he left. I don’t know where to. I tried to get him to join our pack, but he wasn’t ready for that.”

She repeated everything I’d just said to my father and he snatched the phone away from her. She huffed, demanding for the phone back but he refused. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Dad. We’ll be home in a couple of days. We’re packing up Amelie’s stuff now and starting the drive back in the morning.”

“Where’s Sebastian?”

I heard the car pull into the driveway and smiled. “He’s here. I’ll call you when we’re almost home so you can get everyone together. There’s so much I need to tell you all.”

“Just be careful coming home.”

My mother hollered that she wanted to talk to Amelie and ended up grabbing the phone. “I want to talk to her,” she demanded.

Amelie folded the shirt she was holding, threw it in her suitcase, and held out her hand with a smile. “Even without my wolf hearing, I could hear her all the way across the room,” she whispered low. I held out the phone and she took it. “Aunt Soph!” she squealed.

“Tyla?” Sebastian called out from down below, his footsteps coming up the stairs. I waved at Amelie and met him out in the hallway.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “How’d it go today?”

“Um,” I glanced at all the boxes in the hallway, “we’re going to need a moving truck to haul this shit to Wyoming.”

Chuckling, he lifted me up and carried me into the guest bedroom we’d be using for the night. We had just one more day before we headed home. “We can get some of the other pack members to come out and help with that. I’m just ready to get you home.”

He laid me on the bed and I snuggled into his side. It was the first time we’d been able to really hold each other since the fight. “What are we going to do when we get there, you know, now that we’re mated?”

His fingers drifted to the hem of my shirt, tickling my skin. “That’s up to you, love. I’d like for you to move in with me. We can always sell your house.”

Amelie and Laila could be heard talking quietly downstairs, and then an idea popped in my mind. “I might see if Amelie and Laila want to live there. I don’t particularly want them staying with us, and I know they aren’t going to want to live with my parents.”

Sebastian kissed my head. “That’s a great idea. I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.” He moved over and turned me onto my back, placing his hand on my stomach. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you both.”

I covered his hand with mine. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m right here and so is . . .” I stopped and looked down at my stomach, “our son or daughter.”

He lifted my shirt and kissed my belly. “I bet it’s a girl. I want her to have your curls.”

“And your eyes,” I added. “But I wonder if she’ll be a gray or white wolf?”

“Not sure, but we’ll get to find out soon enough,” he said, lifting my shirt higher. Making his way up my stomach, his lips landed on my breasts.

“What are you doing?”

Reaching behind me, he unclasped my bra and slid it up, closing his lips over a taut nipple. I sucked in a breath and trembled. “I’m going to make love to my mate,” he whispered low.