Dead Luna
Chapter 52

Jackson's POV

I messed up, and now Amy will be the one suffering as a result until Ambrosia is again capable of helping her with the symptoms of her heat. I feel so guilty, as a she-wolf in heat is not a joke. I remember how irritable and moody my older sister was when she went thru her first heat cycle. And she was already mated at the time, so at least she had an outlet for some relief.

This whole evening was a bad idea from the get go. But Derrick wanted Amelia to spend time with her friends, as a sort of reminder that her friends lived here and not elsewhere. Even better that two of the friends had started families already, like Amy needed reminding that the clock was ticking, and doesn't she want all their kids to be friends, too?

I quickly replace Rachel and Belinda, and let them know it's time to leave unless they have some other transportation available. Rachel wants to stay longer, but Belinda is ready to go. Apparently she needs to get home to feed her daughter, as her breasts are starting to drip milk. Between that, heat cycles, and pregnancy, I'm glad I'm not a chick. They have to go thru so much! Guys sure have it easy in comparison.

When I get back to the car, I see Amy has passed out in the passenger seat. I drive Belinda home first, and then decide on my way to the pack house to put Amy in the Beta suite with me.

I leave her clothes on, only removing her shoes. I know she's been angry with me for most of the day, likely due to some of mine and Derricks questionably underhanded tactics, and I don't want a repeat performance tomorrow morning. I have the usual glass of water and painkillers waiting on the bedside table, and climb into bed and spoon just the same way I did yesterday. For more free novels, visit Narugi.com Only with more clothes, as I decided it was best to leave my boxers and a t-shirt on as well. And I pray to moon goddess that Amy doesn't throw up again. I feel extremely lucky she managed that earlier without messing up myself or the car.

It takes a while to relax enough to fall asleep, my guilty conscience working in overdrive. But I have a few ideas to help if it comes to that, and an apology and peace offering ready. Let's hope she doesn't rip my head off my shoulders when she wakes up first thing tomorrow morning.

I wake up a few hours later to the sound of Amy quietly whimpering in her sleep.

"Shh," I whisper in her ear, and kiss her neck. I'm glad she's asleep. Maybe some soft caresses will make her dreams more pleasant? "I'll take care of you..."

I stroke her arm softly, and she quiets down a bit. Then I put my arm around her as I had been doing before, and rub her belly. I hear her sigh in her sleep, and I drift back to dreamland myself.

I wake up early to the dim light of pre-dawn when I feel something strange is going on. Amy is awake, naked, all the blankets tossed off to the side, and she is dry humping against my body! And she is most definitely in heat, the smell of it was almost overwhelming me. Thank goddess I still had my boxers on!

"Amy?" I question, and she stops. She turns back around with a huff.

"Sorry to wake you up."

"No problem," I say, and wrap my arms around her. "How are you feeling?"

"Hot, angry, and horny!" She growls. "My body is super sensitive, too. Like everything touching my body is too much, and not nearly enough all at the same time."

I look over at the nightstand, to see the water and painkillers are already gone.

"What I can do to help?"

"Go back in time right now, and prevent me from drinking any alcohol last night!" She wails, and begins to cry.

"I'm sorry, this is my all fault."

"Humph!"

"I might have something that could help..." I tell her, about to divulge the plan I had come up with last night. But she jumps in before I have a chance to explain.

"I know you do, but it's a really bad idea!" Amy says, thinking I'm talking about having s*x with her. "I don't want to get pregnant."

I get out of the bed and go to the top drawer of my dresser, and replace the device I was looking for. I bring it back to the bed, and put it into her hands.

"What the...?" She says, looking confused at the vibrating dildo I handed her. "Why do you have one of these?"

"Long story." I tell her, hoping she will just let it go. But I can tell she won't by the skeptical look she gives me. "Alright. Well, I once made my sister Haley so angry that she bought this for me and left it on my bed one day with a note that said Go f**k yourself!" Amy looks amused, and asks for more details as I climb back into the bed next to her.

"Well, I played a stupid prank on her involving itching powder in her underwear." I reluctantly tell Amy, to her amusement. "It was great fun to watch, until she figured out what the problem was and who was responsible."

"You're absolutely sure she didn't booby-trap thing?" Amy says as she stares at the oddly shaped pink phallus device. She looks almost like she's afraid of it, obviously never having used one before. I switch it on for her and her eyes grow wide.

"Only one way to be sure..." I say. When she hesitates, I take it from her hand, and have her lay back in my arms, then I use it to gently massage around her vulva. I can feel that she isn't relaxing even a little at the light touch. I use my free hand to caress her over sensitive body.

"Ambrosia is going to rip me a new one when she finally wakes up," Amelia tells me. "She warned me last night not to get drunk. Said she didn't want to wake up today and replace you licking our hooha again!"

I laugh at that. Her wolf was amazing, sexy, and funny as heck. She'd be keeping their future mate entertained, as well as very satisfied in the bedroom. I envied the lucky bastard.

I feel as if Amy isn't really replaceing my "help" to be as relaxing as it ought to be, she feels far to tense in my arms. And she is nowhere close to getting any sort of release, which I was hoping to build her up to slowly.

"Come on, you just need to relax. Close your eyes, and forget that I'm even here. Pretend that I'm the alpha you've been dreaming of." I suggest. But then she tenses up even more at that suggestion.

"Why, so you can tell your alpha who I'm planning to pick?" She says angrily, grabs the dildo away from me, and heads in to the bathroom.

I deserved that. I get fully dressed, put on my shoes, then lightly tap on the bathroom door.

I'm sorry, ok? I tell her by mind link, since I'm not sure she'd hear me through the solid door. I promise you, what happens in the beta suite stays in the beta suite.

No answer.

Honestly, I'm trying to help. I care about you, and I know it was my screw up last night that caused this problem.

No answer.

Look, take a nice long bath or whatever you like while you're in there. I'll go get breakfast for us, and then maybe we should talk.

No answer.

What would you like to eat?

She opens the door just a crack. "Coffee, grease, sugar, and salt!"

Slam!

Ok, then.

I'm opening the door of my suite just as Alpha Derrick starts knocking. We stare at each other for a moment, Derrick sniffing suspiciously at the air.

"What the HELL has been going on in here?" He roars, pushing me up against the wall, growling at me in his anger. "You better have one heck of a good reason for it to smell like Amelia is having s*x in here, or you are one dead wolf." "You're not going to believe anything I say, are you?" I ask, fearful of my alpha for the first time in my life.

"Nope."