The Young Luna

Chapter 49 - End

The Young Luna

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Epilogue

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13 Years Later

"You get your ass back here or so help me God I will--". Her words were cut off as two large, firm, hands hocked around her waist and picked her up. "Put me down goddamn it" she screamed as Seth threw her over his shoulder.

"You watch your language, young lady" Seth snapped at his daughter. His words like a growl of frustration. Seth turned to me, where I was sat on the couch with my feet on the coffee table, and glowered. "Are you not going to help me?"

I raised an eyebrow, "you seem to have it all under control, darling" I replied with a sweet smile. Seth grunted in annoyance before he turned his back to me and carried our daughter kicking and cussing up the stairs. It was his fault so he could deal with it. I told him not to get the kids too hyped on sugar right before their bedtime.

Vance – the eldest of our four children – glanced over at me from where he was doing his homework at the table. We shared a small smile of amusement as we heard screaming from upstairs. Vance looked like a Latin version of Seth – golden brown skin but with haunting blue eyes and swept back blackish brown curls. He'd be a heartbreaker that was for sure. Even at twelve it was also obvious he was going to make a good Alpha.

Vance had the ability to command a room just from walking in. He was quiet like his father, but he inherited my temper when things weren't going his way. But, unlike me, he had good control on his emotions. Vance would be the Alpha of the Equinox when he turned eighteen and, like his father, he'd lead them well.

"You finished your work yet, hijo?" I asked.

"Yeah pretty much" Vance shrugged, before glancing at his watch. "Can I go around to Henry's now?" He walked over and passed me his homework, which I looked over and pretended that I knew any of the math he was doing, before nodding.

to him. Vance grinned at me, that charming bright smile that he got from his father, before

given birth to Vance and he'd been the perfect son. Quiet, well behaved and a bit of a mommy's boy. He was such a

son. Waylon was my nightmare baby – screaming and crying all hours of the day. Which no-one ever believed now as he'd grown up quiet and timid, barely having the confidence to talk to a loud crowd. But, we

have been a nightmare as a baby, but the twins were just a nightmare period. Karmen and Hector were

worst – my only daughter and scarily she took after me way too much. Not in looks, both her and her twin brothers took after Seth in that way, but their attitudes and arguing was just like I was with my brother Roland. Karmen even seemed to get her language

looked stressed. "I told you not to give

But, he was right about the grey hair. Seth had aged

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shoulder and pulling me into

as you" I teased and he playfully pinched my side. I chuckled as

I'm going to be the age you were when you met me" I mused, looking up at him. "God, the idea of having sex with a sixteen year old at my age is just weird" I pulled a face. "You fucking paedophile". I laughed as he pinched my side teasingly

me. I smiled up at him as he leant down and kissed me; his lips as soft and tasty as they had been for the past fourteen years we'd been together. I leant into him and

pulled away after a few minutes, smiling down at me before dropping a single kiss on the tip of

he could go and play with his friend for a little while. Told him to be back by nine" I explained. "Did Karmen and

Seth snorted, "they think if they're quiet for a few minutes I'll just assume they're asleep

"You did leave them".

locked the bedroom door so they can't escape"

I moved the twins into the only bedroom with a lockable door, besides ours. We often joked that we used to be perfect parents before the twins came along and then after

we sent him to bed. And even though Seth's hands were roaming slightly as we watched TV, it was more of a loving touch of familiarity than the lustful gropes it used to me. The passionate of our relationship was still strong, but it

games, no Daddy roleplaying or any other playing. No, our sex life had

and hips, he stopped the moment we heard movement on the stairs. "What's wrong?" I called, not turning around to see who was out of bed. I assumed somehow the twins had broken out of the bedroom

only time that Waylon would get out of bed was when he

wrong, bebe?" I asked, scooping the eight-year-old up and onto

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