Chapter 20

"Are you feeling okay? You shouldn't be up and about." I look Quentin up and down searching for any signs of a remaining concussion, but he just smiles down at me shaking his head.

"I feel fine." He leans down pecking my check before shifting his focus solely to Ivan while still keeping his arm around my waist. "Care to explain why on earth you revoked my packs recognition?" Quentin's voice drops low as he stands tall against a frustrated Ivan. I've only seen Quentin get into such a professional attitude a few time, and most were when dealing with the council.

"As I explained to Tessa here you and your pack now being investigated to see if the allegations of treasonous talk are true." I hear a few gasps from the woods behind me, looking over my shoulder my eyes connect with a few pack members lingering in the shadows. They shouldn't have found out like this, and it's mainly my fault. I was worried that if I told them without Quentin there to explain they would have jumped to conclusions making the situation worse.

"I can tell you now in person that I have never engaged in any such conduct, so all I ask is that you hurry and finish your investigation so that my pack members can feel safe again" I'm shocked by how calm and collected Quentin is remaining right now. If he wouldn't have spoken up when he did I most likely would have ended up in a screaming match with Ivan.

"Thank you for checking in, but I do believe there is somewhere else you are needed." I feel uneasy knowing Ivan's the one responding to Black Moon's attack, but it's better than nothing. Plus I don't want the pack hearing about the attack this way. We will explain everything to them tonight because now that Quentin's awake they are going to want another pack meeting.

"You both will be hearing from the council very soon." I want to punch the fake smile off his face, but he turns walking away along with the three other men. It isn't until I see them cross the pack line do I let myself fully relax.

"Let's get home. Tell the pack that we'll be having another meeting after dinner." Quentin nods to Oliver leading us back towards our house. Carl follows us and Emma walks off with Oliver sending me a small wave as they walk away. I'm going to have to find a way to thank her for helping me out over the past week. Staying in Quentin's room when I had to work, bringing me food when I refused to leave Quentin, and making sure I had someone to talk to when things weren't looking good.

The walk to our house is silent since I can't seem to form a sentence as I stare up at Quentin. It feels like a dream to have him up and walking like nothing ever happened, but staring at the few remaining scars on his face and his blonde roots growing in is a difficult reminder of all the nights I spent crying and clutching his hand.

"What's that smell?" Quentin stiffens up as he opens our front door. My eyes widen and I sprint off down the hallway. Opening the spare bedroom door my stomach drops not seeing Jasper anywhere. His scent is still strong in the room, but he isn't here. "Tessa it's not safe!" Quentin's grabs my elbow to pull me out of the room but I rip it out of his grip moving towards the closed closet.

"Jasper it's me." I tap on the door twisting the knob on the locked closet. If I wasn't so worried I would be proud of his smart idea to stay in the closet just incase. I step back hearing the lock click and Jasper pushes the door open crouching down in the corner with a few tears left on his cheeks. Trying my best to keep a straight face even though my heart is breaking him I kneel down pulling him into another hug. "It's okay they are gone." I reassure turning my head to look at Quentin, who looks so confused at what he's seeing.

"Who's that?" His tone isn't jealous or angry but simply curios. Standing up I help Jasper up moving him to sit on the bed, and he turn his head to look at Quentin with wide eyes. To be fair Quentin can look pretty intimidating with his height and size, but he isn't scary.

"We have a ton to catch up on, but this is Jasper he's helping me get to the bottom of all of this." Quentin nods eyeing Jasper up and down, and I can still see the unease in his eyes. "He was at Black Moon picking up some information for me when they were attacked." I explain as gently as I can on why Jasper is so broken up.

"Thank you for helping her when I couldn't." Quentin steps forward holding his hand out for Jasper. I mouth thank you to him when Jasper tenitivly shakes his hand. "Anyone else hungry?" Quentin raises an eyebrow at us stuffing his hands in his pockets. Of course that's his first priority after being in a coma for a week.

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"I can't even express how proud of you I am." Quentin tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear planning a light kiss to my forehead. After getting some food and talking to Jasper some more he finally agreed to go to the hospital to be cleared once and for all. Parker told him to rest for a few more day as a precaution but otherwise he's good to go. Then to end the day we had a second pack meeting

"I did what I had to do." I lay in bed with Quentin, his arms wrapped securely around me.  Ever since he woke up he hasn't strayed more than a few feet away from me not that I'm complaining because I don't think I would let him if he tried.

"You stepped up when others would have crumbled, and that my dear makes you a phenomenal Luna." He starts kissing around my face and tickling my sides causing me to shriek and beg him to stop. After a few minutes of back and forth we call a truce promising to keep our hands to ourselves. For the most part.

"Why is your hair turning blonde?" Surely he has to be concerned about it unless it's genetic. I forgot to ask Parker about it when we were at the hospital earlier because I was more concerned about the inside of his skull than the outside. The blonde roots don't go well with the black ends, but I can't say it's effecting his appearance because he's still just as handsome as ever.

"That's because it's my natural hair color." He reveales shocking me to my core. I know Oliver has blonde hair but I just assumed that one of them anherited their moms genes and the other their dads. "My mom had long black hair, and I guess dying it black is a way to have a piece of her with me." He shrugs his cheeks tinting pink with blush.

"Don't be embarrassed because I know what you mean." I raise my wrist up so he can see my charm bracelet. "The first charm my dads got was the "L" and the blueberry both of which are reminders of her." He touches the worn blueberry charm before examining a few others.

"Can I get you a charm?" He looks me in the eye letting my hand fall back down between us. The intensity of his gaze has me holding back a shudder.

"Of course. I would love to have a charm or two that represents you." I scooch closer to him wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

"I'm sorry." His eyes soften rubbing under my eye where I'm sure visible dark circles are showing. All the late nights and early mornings are starting to show, but now that he's awake I'm not remotely tired.

"For what?" He doesn't have to apologize for being in a coma. In fact if anyone has to apologize for that it's me. If I wouldn't have been so reckless neither one of us would have gotten as injured as we did.

"For dragging us into this mess." Before I can object he continues. "I promise that I was only trying to get information on your mother, but something in one of the reports caught my eye. The attack on Black Moon had striking similarities to the attack that killed my parents." That has to be a conincidence because Blake and Raven were behind that attack, and died before the attack that killed Quentin's parents.

"It's not possible for it to be the same person because Raven and Blake died before your pack's attack." He shakes his head not looking convinced. I wouldn't have put it past either Blake or Raven, but thankfully neither were on this earth by the time Quentin's parents were killed.

"What if someone was commanding them to do it?" He looks so hopeful and it takes everything in me not to giggle. Many were on the receiving end of Blake and Ravens incompetency and rage, but only a unlucky few got to see them execute it in person.

"I saw who Blake Hale was with my own eyes. He was a ruthless monster who only saw his children as pawns in his own game, so I highly doubt he would let anyone boss him around let alone do their dirty work for them." I'm not saying that there is no answers there that could help us, but I don't want him to get his hopes up when I know it'll just lead us to a dead end. We don't have time to go down every rabbit hole that provides a sliver of hope, which is why I asked my dads and Della to help in the first place. The more eyes the better chance we find the answers we need in time.

"Okay, but I still feel uneasy about it." He lays his head down on his pillow pulling me closer to his chest. I know that look in his eyes, he's letting his thoughts consume him which will only result in little to long sleep tonight. The doctors orders were simple to get rest, so I'll make sure he sleeps tonight one way or another.

"Hey don't worry about it. Just forget for tonight and let's enjoy our one night of peace." Now that we had a second pack meeting telling them the whole truth this time we need to get right to work in the morning, and I have a feeling this is going to be the last peaceful night to ourselves in a long time.

"Easier said than done." He smiles down at me with those enchanting silver eyes. The bond between us feels amplified now that he's awake. Every touch even the slightest is electrified, and every kiss sends chills throughout my whole body lighting a pit of desire within me. I can't help but lean in closer when his eyes darken with lust and love our mouths melting together with a searing kiss, and It doesn't take long for Quentin to deepen the kiss weaving his fingers through my hair tugging lightly. He takes control hovering above me trailing kisses down my jaw and neck until he reaches my mark  situated where my neck meets my shoulder. He teases me by kissing and sucking all around my mark except where I want him, so I lift my hips meeting his causing a mixture of a growl and groan to rumble from his chest.

"Shit Tessa." He groans in my ear as I bite down lightly on his mark. We've made out a hand full of times but this feels different, the atmosphere around us is full of love, need, and desire. Quentin's my mate and after the attack there is no doubt in my mind that the love I feel for him is beyond any emotion I've ever felt before for anyone. He's the most kind hearted, honest, and strong man, and I love every aspect of him even the parts he doesn't necessarily like about himself.

"Please Quentin." I moan gripping the ends of his hair as his teeth graze my mark. The bond is only getting stronger yearning to be completed. He doesn't stop his onslaught of kisses down my neck, to my collarbone, and finally to the bit of cleavage peaking through the top of my shirt.

"This is what you do to me." He breaths rolling his hips into mine so I can feel the evidence of his arousal through the thin fabric of his pants. The way it ignites a burning desire that courses between us is intoxicating. I tug at his shirt desperately trying to get it over his head, but first he takes the time to slowly lift my shirt kissing a trail on my skin in it's wake. "You are so beautiful." He mummers each word punctuated with a delicate kiss to the skin on my stomach. His eyes gloss over with raw lust as he scans over my completely exposed upper half, and as to not waste another moment he rips his own shirt over his head before smashing our lips back together.

Slowly trailing my fingers down his chest and stomach I feel every dip and curve of his muscles engraving them in my mind, and when I reach the waist band of his sweatpants I pull it back just enough so it isn't touching him and let it snap back against his skin. He moans pulling away for our kiss his eyes full of mischief, and shifts down the bed tracing my skin with the tips of his fingers the whole way down. Looking up at me through his lashes he starts to pull the string on my pajama pants waiting for me to stop him, but the thing is I don't want him to stop.

I lift my hips so he can pull off my pants followed by my panties. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest but it's not because I'm scared, anxious, or embarrassed.  In reality I'm excited to take this next step with Quentin, and as a lay here in our bed bare for him there isn't a single doubt in my mind even considering the fact I haven't done this with anyone before. Plus having him standing before me with his eyes glued to my face searching my eye for any sign of hesitation is the only consolation that I need to know I'm making the right decision.

The sexual tension in the room is suffocating as we both take stare deep into each other's eyes. With the simplest nod I watch as his eyes burn into my skin dragging them from top to bottom, and it's the simplest bite to his bottom lip that has my confidence soaring through the roof. Something about knowing I'm effecting him just as much as he does me is uplifting. It's my turn to not break our intense gaze as he yanks his pants and boxers down. We take a second to admire each other's bodies, and I have to hold back my gasp at how striking his beauty really is. I know I'm extremely biased being his mate but I don't see a single flaw on him, from his prominent cheekbones to his strong build every aspect of him feels made for me. He carefully climbs back over me gently placing a palm on my cheek bringing my face closer to his.

"We can stop anytime you want." He urges with a reassuring smile, but the way his hair is disheveled from me tugging on it for the past few minutes is too much of a distraction. Pulling him down on top of me I take his bottom lip between mine sucking lightly and be grants me access to his mouth.

"I don't want to stop." My voice is assertive and I almost don't recognize it because of how husky it sounds, but Quentin doesn't seem to mind as his pupils dilate with lust. Smashing our lips together he trails his fingers down my arms to my stomach, but making sure to come back up and give an appropriate amount of attention to my breasts.

My toes curl at the amount of pleasure that invades my senses, and when his fingers finally reach the area that aches for him I have to bite my lip to keep quiet. Jasper is downstairs sleeping in the guest bedroom and the last thing I want is to add to his trauma by scarring him for life.

"You're so gorgeous." He pulls away from my mouth concentrating on what his fingers are doing to me. The way his mouth twitches up and his eyes darken with every moan that escapes my swollen lips lets me know he's enjoying this as much as I am. I'm not going to last much longer, and he speeds up his movements pushing me over the edge. Muffling my moans in his shoulder I let myself fall into oblivion as he holds me securely letting me come down at my own pace.

"Do you want to stop?" I almost slap him for suggesting such a thing, but am also thankful that he is making sure I'm comfortable enough to continue. It's still early in the night and there is no way I'm stopping now. I've already decided how I want this night to end, and I'll be dammed if either one of us falls asleep without feeling completely sated.

"Never." I flip us over so I'm straddling his waist watching the way his mouth falls open slightly in awe as he grips my hips. Walking my fingers up his thigh I make sure to brush against his manhood with the back of my hand causing him to throw his head back against the head board groaning my name. "Tell me what you want?" I tease him tracing invisible swirls around his hips never nearing where he so desperately craves me.

He goes to open his mouth to respond but we are interrupted by his phone's ringtone echoing off the walls, making me jump off his lamp in shock. Angry he gets up off the bed stomping to the dresser and looking at the number before answering. If it wasn't important he wouldn't have answered it in the first place so I bend down picking up my discarded shirt off the floor and put it back on.

Quentin's back is tense as I approach him the muscles straining against his skin as he clutches the phone tightly in his hand. Walking up behind him I place my hand on his back before walking around to face him. The frown adorning his face reminds me of the first meeting we had with the council the day after we met. The confusion, worry, and distant look in his eyes as he listens to whoever is on the other line has my stomach twisting with nerves.

"Okay. Are you sure? I'll see you tomorrow." Is all he says, but I can't hear what the other person is saying. Hanging up he slams the phone down on the dresser swearing under his breath. I grab his arm tugging at it to get his attention because I want to know what's going on.

"Who was that?" I question wrapping my arms around his waist hoping it with calm him down since I can feel his anger and frustration over the mate bond.

"Your dad." He answers running his hand through his hair. My whole body heats up in embarrassment at the fact my dad interrupted what was almost my first time. Is there some way he could have known what we were doing? Is that why he called!? "The council concluded their investigation of the attack at Black Moon." He explains, but it still doesn't make sense why my dad would call at such a late hour and the worst possible moment to tell us that. "They revoked their recognition as well."

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Song: I Walk The Line by Halsey

I want to start off by thanking you all for getting this book to 600 reads and Rogue to Luna over 8,000 reads! Your guys constant support and love for my work each chapter pushes me to write better, and as I always say this story wouldn't be where it is today without all of you. I will probably go on to write other series and books, but these first books and you guys will always have a special place in my heart. Moving on I hope the love scene in this chapter isn't too bad I'm still getting the hang of writing them so bare with me. I told you all thing were just getting started. Who saw Black Moons revoked recognition coming? Anyway I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and if you did don't forget to vote and comment! Please stay safe and at home to protect yourself and others! Until next time.

~Stella Gordon