Fate for a Luna

Chapter 29

"So Al what's your last name?" Grandpa asked my mate.

I froze and looked at Al with worried eyes. He cannot say that he doesn't have one. Al saw the worry in my eyes and answered with a smirk, "King."

"Al King? Nice ring to it," Grandma mumbled. Alpha King... Al King. I have to admit that's pretty clever.

"Thank you, ma'am," Al replied with a slight grin.

"Would we know anyone you're related to? I've heard that last name a few times," Grandpa inquired as he pushed his glasses up his straight nose.

"I lost my parents a very long time ago, and as far as I know they didn't have any family," Al answered.

"Oh did you grow up in the system?" Grandma asked slightly excited. No, don't say it.

"Yes," Al answered without a second thought. Damn it, he said it.

"So did we! Where did..." Grandma started to ask but I immediately cut her off.

"I'm pregnant!" I yelled out to change the topic. My grandparents do not need to see all the plot holes in Al's past.

"What!" Grandma squealed. Her blue eyes went wide and she ran over to me and engulfed me in a hug.

"That's amazing sweetheart!" Grandma told me as she pulled back so she could look into my green eyes. A huge smile broke across her face at her words and I smiled back at her.

"So is it a shotgun wedding?" Grandpa asked Al with a raised eyebrow.

"What the hell grandpa!" I snapped back immediately.

"Zylee, language!" Grandma reprimanded me.

"What? You two aren't married yet, but you're now engaged and you're pregnant. What was I supposed to think?" Grandpa asked me as he pushed his glasses up his nose. My jaw dropped as I glared at my grandfather with disbelief.

'What is a shotgun wedding?' Al asked me over the mind link.

'It's when a girl's father makes a man marry his daughter because the man got the girl pregnant,' I informed him.

'Why is it called a shotgun wedding though?' Al questioned.

'If the guy didn't go through with the marriage he would get shot,' I answered.

'Oh... that wasn't a great thing for him to say then,' Al realized.

"Honey, be nice. I doubt that Jackson would make anyone do a shotgun wedding. Plus it looks like Al here really wants to marry her," Grandma told Grandpa.

"I really do," Al added in. What is he talking about? We're not actually engaged!

"See," Grandma said.

"Okay," Grandpa replied holding his hands up in surrender.

"Why would you even say that?" I asked slightly angry and hurt. We're not actually engaged and all... but still. He thinks a man would have to be choosing not to die in order to marry me.

"The situation just needed clarification," Grandpa answered with a shrug.

"No, it didn't! Even if that had been the situation you did not need to ask that," I scolded him.

"She has a point," Grandma mumbled.

"I'm sorry sweetie," Grandpa apologized. Al came over to me and put his arm around my shoulders. He rubbed my arm to calm me down and I let the light tingling daze my mind.

'Carter said he's done,' Al mind linked me.

'Good. This did not go well and I am ready to leave,' I answered.

'It wasn't that bad,' Al tried to convince me. I gave him a glare and he mind linked again, 'Okay. Maybe it was that bad.'

"We have to go," I told my grandparents who were talking with each other.

Their blue eyes looked up at me and grandma asked, "Oh so soon?"

"We have to go to a doctor's appointment," Al lied smoothly for me.

"For the baby?" Grandpa asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Oh, tell us any updates that you have," Grandma gushed.

"We'll tell you if we find out anything new," I answered.

"Great! I can't wait till I can see my great-grandson or great-granddaughter!" Grandma squealed.

"Oh well, it's a boy. So, a great-grandson," Al told them.

Grandma screamed and Al and I flinched due to the high pitch noise. Damn it! My ears!

"We gotta go," I groaned out as I rubbed my ears. I grabbed Al's hand and we ran out the door before they could say anything else.

The door closed and we ran into the woods. My ears were still ringing from the shrill noise. Once we were deep into the tree line we stopped and looked at each other.

"My hearing used to not be so sensitive," I grumbled as I covered my ears again.

"Are your ears still ringing?" Al inquired in a soft voice. I nodded my head and he placed his hands over my ears.

"You must've gotten my hearing. It'll last for a few more minutes," Al explained to me.

I nodded my head and waited for the ringing to stop. True to his word, it took only a few more minutes for my ears to return to normal.

My hands went back to their normal positions and I looked up at Al and asked, "Is it like that all the time?"

"You get used to it," Al replied with a half-smile and a shrug. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine as we started to walk back to the pack.

"I wonder what else I got from the marking?" I wondered out loud.

"I'm a little curious to see if I have any hunter qualities now as well," Al confessed.

"Maybe before we go back to our pack we should go to the training grounds and see," I suggested.

"Why can't we do it at our training grounds?" He asked.

"Cause when it comes to hunter training, our pack sucks," I told him.

"Hey we have... targets and... stuff," Al grumbled. His golden eyes were wandering, refusing to look me in the eyes.

"Targets that Jerry and I painted on the trees, and knives that Jerry brought with him from here," I argued.

"Okay we'll test it out here, but we can't do it longer than an hour," Al compromised.

"We could go for two hours. Carter finished his weird mind-stuff very early," I argued.

"We'll see how it goes," Al grumbled.

"Mind link Carter and tell him and my parents to meet us at the training grounds. I promise we'll leave once we know where we're at," I ordered him.