Much Love!

Hello my wonderful readers!

I promise I haven’t forgotten about you! I know I teased something big, and now it’s finally here!

Cassy has already started flexing her Moon Goddess muscles in my other book, Pregnant Luna - Lawful Rebellion. If you haven’t checked it out yet, I’d love for you to dive into it while you wait for this story to pick back up. Don’t worry, it’ll only be a few more weeks!

Thank you for your incredible patience and unwavering support. I admit I was nervous about revealing the crossover too soon, but I hope you know I’d never abandon you!

Much love,

Eden

Please enjoy this chapter from "Pregnant Luna - Lawful Rebellion" featuring your favorites!

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LILA - 

We made our way through the winding Louisiana roads. To my surprise, the twins were doing incredibly well. Hardly a peep from either of them and that included on the plane. Tory remained alert, her curious eyes darting to everything that caught her attention while Roxy slept. I had braced myself for chaos on this sudden trip, but it was proving to be the opposite.

 Kael and Knox Monroe sat in the front of their large SUV as we drove. Their strong alpha presence was impossible to ignore. Even from the backseat, their sheer potency commanded attention in a way that sent ripples through me. I had once thought Linc and Cast were the most commanding men I’d ever meet. But these two were something entirely different.

The country had always been divided. The regular werewolves stayed along the coasts, and the interior belonged to the Lycans. I had never been around their kind before. The energy they carried felt ancient and untamed, yet honed with precision. It wasn’t just their strength. It was the way their power seemed to fill the space effortlessly. It left me wondering how they balanced so much intensity.

Kael glanced over his shoulder. "You’ve been quiet back there. Everything good?"

“Just thinking,” I said. “About how different things feel here. How you… feel. It’s not something I’ve experienced before.”

Knox chuckled. “We get that a lot. You’re not used to Lycans, are you?”

“Not at all,” I admitted. “It’s… something else. The fact you can shift at will alone sounds incredible.”

Kael laughed. “It has its perks. No full moon reliance, no waiting. It makes life easier.”

Cast scoffed. “Easier? That sounds like an understatement. You’ve got no idea how much we’d give to have that kind of freedom.”

Kael turned slightly. “Maybe someday you’ll get the chance to find out. Things evolve. Who knows what the next generation of your kind will be capable of?”

Linc shifted closer, leaning in as his arm brushed against mine. The motion wasn’t casual, not with the way his other hand rested firmly on the seat between us. He wasn’t subtle, nor did he care to be. He glanced toward Kael and Knox, tensing each time their laughter filled the cabin or they looked back at me. It was impossible not to notice the way his energy spiked whenever my attention drifted toward them. He may have been able to control himself as their lawyer, but he was clearly struggling here. “You okay?”

“Fine,” he replied curtly, but he shifted closer. It was a silent claim that didn’t need words. I bit back a sigh. Luckily, the truck started to slow as we turned into the woods near a bunch of oddly shaped trees. 

The Bayou territory was unlike anything I had pictured.

The pack house was nothing like the grandeur I’d come to associate with pack territories. At least back in Georgia, anyway. Most of those houses were ornate, old-school architecture that brought to mind plantation homes with their stately columns and manicured grounds. 

This place was jarring by comparison. The house looked like fifty mismatched homes had been fused together into one sprawling, chaotic complex. Dirt roads stretched out like veins, leading to clusters of tiny houses scattered haphazardly as far as I could see. It was functional, not ornate, and the simplicity caught me off guard. Considering we had been told this was where the moon goddess chose to live and felt most at home, it made the sight all the more bewildering.

The truck came to a stop, and we stepped out into the humid bayou air.  Before I could fully take in the scene, a cheery woman approached. “I’m Morna,” she said. “Let me take the little ones.”

Linc straightened. "I don’t think so." 

Morna stood her ground, but before Linc could escalate, Phin Bay, the Bayou Pack Alpha, walked up. Two children flanked him, a ten-year-old girl holding tightly to his hand and a curious toddler tucked against his side.

Phin nodded toward Morna. “No reason to worry. Cassy’s daughter is already with the Omegas, and so is my wife. My kids are going with her. Where we’re heading isn’t safe for little ones. It’s better this way.”

Linc didn't move a muscle. He met Phin’s calm explanation with a glare, his protective instincts clearly fighting against reason. “And if anything happens?”

Phin didn’t waver. “Nothing will happen. Morna is the best we have, and my mate would give her life for a child. Cassy would lose it if anything happened on her watch, and you don’t want to be around for that. This is the safest place for our kind. I wouldn’t risk my own kids if it weren’t.”

The brief standoff ended when Linc exhaled sharply, finally shifting Roxy into Morna’s arms. “Fine. But I’ll hold you to that.”

Cast followed though he seemed no more willing. His grip on Tory lingered until the last possible second, and even then, he took a step forward before halting himself. “Take care of them.” 

Morna nodded before turning and disappearing down the dirt road with the twins and Phin's kids. 

Phin led us down a dirt path that opened up to a series of docks. A fan boat glided toward us. It pulled up smoothly, and a broad-shouldered man jumped out, securing the boat to the dock as Phin motioned for us to walk up with him. He wore no shirt, his skin tanned and streaked with mud. A blonde woman followed, stepping off the boat as she muttered to herself. Mud coated her entirely, head to toe. Her irritation was evident as she tossed buckets full of something onto the dock beside him.

Phin smirked. “Stuck again, Teddy?”

The shirtless man shook his head. “Not me. She was driving. She got it stuck. I got it free.”

The blonde woman shot him a glare before walking over. She stopped in front of me and winked. “Nice to see you again. Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up, then we’ll talk.”

I froze. Cast and Linc stiffened simultaneously. "Again?" Cast muttered.

I said nothing. Cassy turned without another word, heading toward a nearby shack that looked no better than the other houses. Linc and Cast looked stunned. I'm sure I did as well. 

The moon goddess had just stepped out of a fan boat covered in mud.