The Tiny Luna (mpreg)

Chapter 57

HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2022

1/1/22 Welcome to the new year and I hope you all are staying safe. Love you all and here you go! For not posting as often as I like recently, because of school or just personal problems, I shall be giving you four chapters to start off the new year. Love you all and I hope you keep reading with me and even checking out my other books. I also take suggestions and fanfics (as long as I know what it's from).

Enjoy~

This chapter has depictions of domestic abuse. Viewer discretion advised.

Mason pushed through the growing crowd in the street, trying to squeeze past people even as the crowd grew thicker and thicker. It didn't matter there was screaming coming from the house, a woman yelling about everything under the sun who was barely coherent, and it especially didn't matter that all kinds of items, big and small, were being thrown out the window or even out the door. In fact, that seemed to be the lure for drawing the crowd from the homes along the street and even people from other neighborhoods who were messaged or called. No one seemed worried, like this was just the norm. Most were acting like this was a show!

"Watch it!" an older man snapped when Mason accidentally stepped on his foot, shoving the red head away who crashed into other people who shouted angry protests as Mason fell against them and shoved him away from them into other's who shared the same view.

"Stop! I'm sorry!" Mason cried out, trying to stand on his own to move forward but he kept crashing into people who pushed him away immediately and even started shoving him toward the back of the crowd. "Stop! Please, I need to... Ow! Hey!" Mason called out, trying to be heard over the roar of the crowd, but he was still moving back instead of forward when a large warm hand pressed against Mason's lower back. "Who...?" Mason squeaked, startled, to see Nicholas standing behind him who looked just as alarmed about the situation as Mason. That's when Nicholas frowned, brows furrowed and a low growl rising in his throat, and did the last thing Mason expected who found his ears being covered by the young alpha just before he let out a great big roar that easily rose over the noise of the crowd.

"Move!" Nicholas boomed, people around the two boys flinching from how loud he was and quickly backed away giving them a wide birth. "Move your asses or you will be moved," Nicholas growled, glaring at anyone in front of them blocking their path, and Mason found himself watching the crowd part like the Red Sea for Moses. It was a little impressive, Mason thought, when Nicholas leaned down to speak in Mason's ear. "Go. I'm right behind you," Nicholas whispered, nudging Mason forward.

"Oh! R-right. Thank you!" Mason said, snapping out of his shock, and hurried forward to the front of the crowd and was about to step onto the front lawn when a hand suddenly wrapped around his forearm and yanked him to a stop. "What!?" Mason cried out, alarmed, to see a woman in her late twenties behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?" the woman demanded, other's started to whisper and talk about him instead and why he was trying to run into the house.

"Think the Conner boy owes him money or something?" one of the theories were and other wild accusations that disturbed Mason.

"Can you please let go of me?" Mason asked the woman, struggling in her grip but the woman had a surprisingly strong grip who looked rather irritated with him.

"Why are you trying to go in there? Just enjoy the show out here," the woman said, trying to pull Mason back toward the crowd who gawked back at her in disgust. "What? This happens all the time around here. You shouldn't butt into family affairs and it's not like the police will do anything. They know about those two all too well so don't bother," the woman said like the screaming and a large box TV flying through the window with the screen shattering, the glass clinking together on the grass. "She just bought that TV too. Want to join the pool to see what she throws out next? I have high stakes on her late mother's vase," the woman said with a smile, gesturing to a young man who was collecting bids and calling out random items that could potentially be thrown out too.