All Chapters of The Empathic Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Luna Freya kissed her daughter's temple gingerly before walking over and picking up two small jewelry boxes. Turning back to her daughter she smiled and explained. "This box here contains a gift from your father and I. And this box here is a gift from your father's mother. Your grandmother wasn't able to come tonight. She isn't well. I know you love her dearly. The two of you have always been so close. Perhaps very soon you can make arrangements to go visit her. She had this delivered for you, I think you should wear it tonight in her honor." Freya then opened the smaller ring box and held it up for Wren to see. It was a beautiful white gold ring with an infinity symbol. On it were set a small citrine stone and an amber tiger's eye. Wren loved it immediately! The stone's reminded her of the Autumn which brought memories of her grandmother to her mind. The love of this time of year and it's colors was something that Wren and her grandmother shared. They had always shared a special bond.

Warning ⚠️ Graphic Sexual Content⚠️ Phelan's men quickly loaded all of their bags on the pack's private jet as soon as they pulled up beside it in the air field. Phelan led Wren up the stairs and through the air craft to the private quarters at the back. There was a mini fridge with water and soda, beside that was a wine cooler. He motioned towards them and asked if she was thirsty. Wren shook her head no. So Phelan quickly led her to a couple of leather arm chairs and helped her into one of them. He then reached around her and grabbed both sides of the seat belt and buckled her in. The jets engines had already been fired up the moment they arrived and the craft was already barreling down the runway as Phelan took his seat beside her. Pretty soon the rushing greenery that was seen through the windows was replaced by blue sky and white clouds. Phelan stood and removed his coat and tie. Throwing them onto the bed in the tale of the jet. He turned to Wren and kissed her passionately, ta

Abigail had prepared for them a very delicious meal. They had a fresh chef salad with tomatoes, onions, cucumber, and iceburge lettuce. It was topped with croutons, diced ham, and a chopped boiled egg. There was garlic bread to go along with their chicken fettuccine Alfredo, everything was absolutely amazing. Abigail had truly out done herself. Although it was a pretty simple meal it was quite evident that Abigail was a very good cook. Wren took note and decided she would make it a point to thank Abigail later and ask her what kinds of food her mate liked. She wanted to be sure to prepare his meals the way he was accustomed to eating them. As the couple enjoyed their first meal together in silence, Wren's mind kept wondering back to the words her grandmother had said to her. She felt an urgency to talk with Phelan about it. And also to discuss her gift with him. She stressed over how he might react to what she had to say. She was amazed at how quickly she had fallen in love with this

Wren woke to the morning sun shining into the room. She stretched as her eyes fluttered open. There was a smile plastered to her face. Surprisingly she felt well rested. She and her mate had spent the rest of yesterday evening and most of the night making love and exploring each other's bodies. Smiling she turned to look at her mate sleeping peacefully beside her. She then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost seven. She new being an Alpha with responsibilities that Phelan would be waking up soon. He probably should have already been awake and gone for the day. She had gotten carried away with emotions the evening before and had not yet finished their conversation. She decided to go relieve herself and freshen up before her mate woke up. She had to finish their talk before his day began. She threw the comforter off of herself and carefully eased out of the bed. Then made her way to the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind her. After using the toilet she washed her h

Phelan stood brooding at the door of his bedroom and watched as Micheal and Damien, his packs best tracker, scoured every inch of the room for clues or scents that did not belong. Every other pack member now knew that their Luna was missing. The entire ten thousand plus members were raring to attack whomever had been foolish enough to pull off such a stunt. Whoever they were, they would pay for their insolence. However, Phelan had forbid any other wolves entry to the penthouse. He didn't want to risk contaminating the scene. It irritated him that it was taking his men so long to deduce what had happened. It seemed like forever that Wren had been taken. Phelan knew that the longer it took for them to find any clues the more likely it would be that they may not find anything at all. This infuriated him. His wolf Lobo was fighting to come forward. He wanted to rip something or someone to shreds over the matter. Phelan knew he had to remain in control of himself to keep Lobo at bay.