6-The Plan

Evander’s POV

Dexter- She is amazing. I say we keep the Ceremony and just mark our mate rather than the plotting bitch.

Me- Don’t call Bridget a Bitch.

Dexter- it’s telling you knew who I meant

“You okay?” Marcella asks touching my arm sending sparks and tingles all over again.

I can’t help but love the feeling. Bridget can never give me this. I should saver this feeling. For when I don’t have Marcella anymore. I look at her . Damn she is beautiful. She isn’t much shorter than me and the way her eyes catch the sun I can see gold.

“My wolf Dexter is indecent,” I tell her still staring into her eyes.

“I know he told Fran,” Marcella makes a face. It’s cute and I can’t help but smile.

Now I need to start the plan.

“Dad Marcella and I are going to walk back. We need to talk,” I tell my dad who nods. We walked toward the Packhouse. “Good job.”

“Thanks,” she walks beside me. “Bridget want me gone?”

“Yeah, I offered to go rogue,” I tell Marcella and she nods.

“I thought you might offer her that. Let me guess, she doesn’t want to give up being Luna,” Marcella tells me.

“Neither do you so I can’t hold that against her,” I remind her.

“I’m supposed to be Luna,” she bumps me with her shoulder.

“So that makes you different from Bridget how?” I ask her.

“If you want to keep her around I’ll learn to live with it,” Marcella tells me.

“So you will accept my rejection?” I stop walking a look at her.

“No,” she looks at me sternly. “She can be around but I won’t accept your rejection. You will sleep with me every night. You will treat me in public as your mate. But if you want to see Bridget everyday and talk to her, that is fine.”

Dexter-I love her.

Me-Shut up.

“What if I want to have sex with Bridget?” I ask. “You can’t stop me.”

Marcella gets a knowing smirk on her face. “I can’t but Dexter can.”

Dexter-And Dexter will

Me-Shut up.

“Why? Why is it so important to you not to accept my rejection? What is the big deal? You will get a second chance. Your dad got one in five minutes. Your second chance could be Mark. What if the goddess paired us so I would reject you and then you would mate to Mark? You could be his fated mate and now he will never get his mate.”

Marcella lets me rant and keeps a soft expression on her face. She is listening to me with patience.

“If that were so, Fran would know and she would allow me to accept the rejection. If that were the case Dexter would be okay and not threaten to leave you if you reject me,” She answers. “You will sleep next to me every night and treat me with respect in public. How we behave in private is completely up to you, but the pack will never see us as anything but a loving couple.”

“You are okay living this lie?” I ask surprised.

Marcella smiles, “Fran and I believe that if you get to know us, you might actually like us.”

“This is not personal. Bridget and I have been together for years. She rejected her mate for me. I can’t just toss her aside. I love her, Marcella, I love her,” I tell her.

“I understand and I am willing to wait for you to mourn the loss of that love. I have seen what the mate bond is and I’m not willing to just let it go,” Marcella tells me.

“So you are willing to hurt another female. Leave her alone, abandoned? That is is pretty heartless,” I tell her. “Not exactly Luna material.”

Marcella sits on the ground and breathes deep. “So the plan is to make me look unfit? Make me the monster so no one will respect me and beg, no demand Bridget as Luna?”

She read the plan so easily. She didn’t hesitate to look at me with wide innocent eyes.

Dexter-Mate is hot, smart and strong. Whole package.

Me-Shut up..

“Yes,” I confess. I feel compelled to tell her everything.

“Okay,” She stands up. “I didn’t realize you were willing to hurt me this way. I’m not ever accepting your rejection. I’m not going to hide in the shadows and pretend I don’t exist, I’m not going to run away and come back mated to the King, or whatever bull shit. I’m going to be here. In your bedroom, in your bed, in your kitchen, in the packhouse. Anyone who asks will know I am the goddess given Luna of this pack. You are not going to reject me easily. Oh and if I feel a ping of betrayal, I’ll tell my father. He can deal with you.”

“Marcella, haven’t you ever loved someone?” I ask hoping to appeal to her.

“Yes, but he betrayed me long ago, I’m not giving up my mate. I won’t,” she tells me.

“It’s not in me to hurt you,” I confess. “That’s not Dexter, that’s me. I guess the mate bond is already working.”

Marcella smiles, “I bet it gets better.”

“You understand I’m not going to mark you until Bridget is really okay,” I tell her.

She nods. “Yes. It’s the least we can do for her. But please don’t plot with her to get rid of me. It’s not much for me to ask.”

Dexter-She’s right. It’s not much.

Me- Fine.

“I agree,” I hold out my hand and honestly I am enjoying the tingles.

We walk back to the Packhouse only to find Lucy and Bridget waiting for us.

“My dad wants to send me and mom away. He is officially rejecting her,” Bridget looks at Marcella.

Dexter-She’s dead if she tries anything.

Me-I feel protective of Marcella too.

Dexter-there maybe hope for you.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Marcella says. “You can stay as long as you like. It won’t be easy to heal in an unfamiliar place. Im happy to speak on your behalf.”

“Or you could just accept the rejection so my daughter can be Luna,” Lucy snaps at Marcella and I jump instinctively.

Marcella holds my arm calming me. “Im sorry but I can’t do that. The goddess chose me and not Bridget as Luna of this pack and I will not disrespect the goddess that way.”

“You are a hateful bitch,” Bridget yells.

“Hold your tongue,” I growl.

Everyone looks at me in shock.

Dexter-Good Boy.

Me- Shut up!

“Evander?” Bridget looks at me with so much hurt in her eyes.

“Marcella look at Bridget,” I drop Marcella’s hand and walk toward Bridget. “She and I were happy. Now in just a few hours of you being here you have taken her mate, her father, and her home. How can you be so heartless?”

“I am the fated Luna of this pack. And if you have any hope of being Alpha you best realize I’m not going anywhere. I’ll meet you in our bedroom. I’m going to get dressed for dinner. I expect you there in 15 minutes. If you are not I will have my father and yours drag you to our room,” Marcella’s voice doesn’t crack even a little. She is able to say all of this will little to no remorse or feeling.

“A Luna does not behave this way,” Lucy adds.

“Of course a Luna behaves this way. A Luna will always look out for what is best for the pack. The goddess has pointed to me and said I am what is best. I accept her compliment and I will not give up on Evander.” Marcella walks past us. “Fourteen minutes. “

Dexter-Seriously! Listen to me. Drop the bimbo!

Me-Shut up!

I pull Bridget upstairs to her room.

“What happened to our plan?” Bridget asks me.

“She read the play and adjusted. Making her look bad is not going to work,” I say.

“So you are choosing her?” Bridget asks.

“She won’t accept my rejection, Dexter is hell bent on keeping her, and she will make a good Luna,” I confess.

“So that’s it? I’m tosses aside like an old shoe?” Bridget is angry and has every right to be.

“Baby, no, I would never do that to you,” I caress her light soft skin.

“I wish you could kiss me,” Bridget runs her hand along my chest.

Dexter-And cock blocking

Thanks to Dexter there is nothing and I do mean nothing happening in my pants. So I try a different tack.

I start thinking about Marcella.

Dexter-Nice try, no not happening. You have 10 minutes left.

Me-Block just one kiss man.

Dexter-Fuck you no.

I have to get Marcella to accept the rejection. But how?