Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 21: The Welcoming

I sat in the kitchen watching Nyleve argue with Miall. It was always comical to see them behave this way, and it was all because of me. As I recall the day the conversation began, a smile crept its way onto my face.

Michael's session with me had just ended, and it was time for him to leave. Nyleve had entered the house around thirty minutes ago fuming, something that happened at the council's meeting that she didn't want me hearing about but I didn't mind, I wasn't interested.

The council was real weird, and I wanted to stay far away from them.

I helped Michael pack his stationary while Miall, Malakhi and Nyleve whispered in the kitchen. I admit I wasn't interested, but seeing them whispering felt so taboo.

"So, what are they saying?" I leaned in closer to Michael. So maybe I was a tad bit interested.

"Oh no, that wouldn't be respectful of me to listen in on their conversation," he blushed embarrassedly, and I rolled my eyes.

"Look, it's not listening in on their conversation if you can hear them, which I presume you do, right?" I questioned, and he scratched his neck. "I don't know much about your species besides what I learnt in the movies," he chuckled.

"Your movies aren't as correct as they seem to be, but I would say you have some sort of an idea about us," he confirmed, and I nodded. "And no, I can't overthrow Miall, even if I tried when he's hundreds of years old," he said, and I opened my mouth, shocked.

Hundreds what?

"That isn't what I was thinking," I shook my head, fuck how did he know? He laughed it off and carried his backpack.

"I could see it in your eyes. You and your alpha mate have a very playful relationship," he said, and I shook my head too quickly.

"He isn't my mate, as far as I'm concerned. I do not have one, and thank God and all of the beautiful heavens that he isn't my mate," I said, and Michael looked confused.

"Then how—" he stared at my belly, and Nyleve came rushing in and held his shoulder motherly.

"Michael, thank you so much for coming at such short notice. I'm sure Amanah had fun learning with you today?" She asked, looking at me, and I smiled happily.

"So much fun, and I am excited to learn more about everything soon. Michael is amazing," I said, and she beamed happily.

"Excellent news. I knew I had made a great choice by choosing you!"

"I'm grateful you chose me," he bowed to her, and she waved her hand, stopping him.

"We all know she chose you because the other historians are old horny perverts, and you pose as a threa—"

"Malakhi!" Nyleve snapped at him, and it looked like he had a moment of realisation. He cleared his throat as he stood up straight.

"And you pose as an excellent tutor for our amazing Amanah," he said pointing to me, Miall and I cocked our head to the side at the moment that just passed between Nyleve and Malakhi.

What are they plotting?

"Well, I'm honoured, but I should leave now for the welcoming party for the new pack members. I trust I will see you all there?"

"Welcoming party?" My interest was piqued. "That sounds fun."

"Will you not be coming?" Michael asked, and Nyleve answered for me, looking disappointed as well.

I didn't even know there was such a thing happening.

"She can't come as of yet because the pack doesn't know about her, and since it needs alpha's approval for something to be organised for her. We are yet to hear what he says about this," Nyleve gave Miall a pointed look and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Just how did this man become alpha?

"It was never requested," he answered gruffly, and Nyleve snarled.

"That's because you don't want to welcome her."

"I never said that," his voice coming out an octave higher, matching his mother's.

Oh? This was about to get fun!

"Of course, you just want to be fed everything to do something, aren't you alpha?" Great question, Nyleve!

"Maybe you should go," I said to Michael, flinching as the mother and son hashed it out on roles; how irresponsible he was and still had a long way to go. "Enjoy the party," I waved.

"Mhh, see you next week." They continued their conversation as I closed the door behind Michael. I walked into the kitchen and watched as the argument continued.

"Malakhi, don't you think so?" Nyleve asked, pulling him into their conversation, which he obviously didn't want to be a part of. The fruit that was halfway into Malakhi's mouth paused as he stared at them, the poor lad didn't want to choose sides and I could clearly see it.

"Oh no, Anin is calling me. See you later!" Anin?

Back to the present, that was how Malakhi was able to remove himself from the conversation that had successfully dragged itself into the next week, and I stayed a spectator. I stared at both of them as I listened in on stories that apparently happened years ago that seemingly fermented his behaviour today.

Mothers never let anything go.

"Mother, I am tired of having this conversation with you every time I come around," Miall groaned as he sat before me. He massaged his temples, and his eyes twitched in annoyance. So hot.

"Then say you will allow a welcoming party for Amanah! She's carrying your child. Hence, she is a part of this pack," Nyleve gave her last blow, and Miall turned to me, and I was struck as I stared at him. Fuck, now is it my turn? But yes, I enjoyed him looking at me, even when it was an utterly disappointed look; I loved it.

"Do you want a welcoming party!?" He asked pointedly. I looked at both of them.

"Uhm, sure?" I answered, and he raised his hands.

"See, Mother. She doesn't want—wait? Did you say sure?" He asked as if he wasn't expecting me to agree.

"Yes," I said more confidently, and Nyleve looked satisfied and proud. She knew she had won. "I would like to have a welcoming party," I stood beside Nyleve.

"Fuck," he whispered. "You might as well just ask me to marry you," he said sarcastically, and I leaned closer.

"Is it an offer?" I asked, and he jumped.

"Would you stop standing so close! Have you heard of personal space?" I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.

"I thought you liked it without space between us?" I teased him, and he looked fluttered as he got up.

"Geez, Amanah, my mother is right there," he said, and I giggled. Oh, why was he acting so innocent? Nyleve knew exactly how I ended up here.

"I'm not oblivious to that topic," Nyleve commented, and I burst out laughing as Miall looked extremely embarrassed, covering his eyes.

"Mom!"

"Please, how do you think you were made?" Nyleve rolled her eyes as she left. "The party will be this weekend!"

This was going to be fun. 

A/N. Thank You for your support!

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