Becoming the Luna - Chapter 373

“Dream! Get out of the bathroom, Mints is trying to eat me!!” Deidre calls to her younger brother, standing at the head of the bed and batting away at the big dog with a pillow.

Mints doesn’t get on the bed but he’s big enough to try and hungrily lap at Deidre’s ankles which makes her hurry from one side of the bed to the other.

“Mints is a vegetarian, besides if he ever wanted to eat meat, it wouldn’t be you.” Dream’s scathing voice floats back to her.

Diedre levels a dark look at the closed door. “How comforting.” She throws back to him with biting sarcasm, going back to trying to keep the dog away.

The door swings open at this point, Erin coming in distractedly. “Luna Dream…”

“Stop calling me that, Eri!” Dream immediately cuts her off without waiting for her to finish.

“Oops!” Erin mutters sheepishly, she always seemed to forget. “Well, Kie…” she looks up at this point only to freeze, her mouth clamping shut in surprise at the sight of Deidre and the Alpha and Luna’s pet.

“Help me.” Deidre mouths to her.

“Mints!” Erin clicks her tongue at the dog who immediately swivels his massive head in her direction, bright eyes fixed on her, big tongue lolling out even as his tail starts to wag furiously.

Erin grabs one of his chew toys, a soft red ball and waves it in the air. “Want to play fetch, Mints?” She asks the dog, watching him bounce in place and spin around in his excitement.

“Huh? Huh? Wanna play fetch? Good boy Mints, wanna catch the red ball…”

“Just throw the goddamned ball already!!” Deidre groans, already beyond exasperated like she was the one fetching the ball.

Erin obliges with a laugh. “Fetch, Mints!” She orders the furry dog. “Go play with Kieran.” She adds, throwing the ball out to the living room and listening to Mints carefully go after it.

For such a huge dog, he was very careful with his size, which was a godsend with how playful he was or the apartment would be in a constant state of disarray.

“Sorry about that.” She apologizes to Deidre, stepping forward to help the other Werewolf down from the bed before she loses her balance. “Mints is harmless really…” she adds on.

Deidre scoffs. “That’s what you all say about a dog that is as big as a small car…”

“He’s vegetarian too.” Erin continues with stars in her eyes, obviously heads over heels for the large furry canine.

“Uh huh.” Deidre mutters blankly. “I see he has gotten to you too.”

“Dream!!” She yells to her brother again. “Get out of that bathroom or I’m mowing down the door…”

Dream walks out at this, hair dryer in hand. “I can’t even dry my hair without you dying or worse.” He complains.

“What’s your hair made out of? Sateen?”

“Is that edible?” Dream asks with a frown, placing the hand dryer on a vanity table. “Did you need something, Eri?” He asks the secretary who flounders a bit, shucking closer the edges of the expensive silk night robe and pants he had on.

There were tremendous perks to having three moms, especially when one of them was Renee.

“Yes, Luna Dre… I-I mean… n-no, sorry, Dream.”

“Deep breaths.”

Erin does as directed, color coming back to her pale cheeks as she beams a shaky smile at her Luna. “Err…Well, Kieran said to give this to you.” She finally gets out, handing a phone over to Dream.

Dream takes it with a furrow on his brow. “Why is he giving me Dale’s phone?”

“B-because the Alpha’s mom keeps calling and Kieran says he has run out of pencils to break so…”

Dream chuckles at this image. “Sure, I’ll…” he starts to say he’ll hold on to it when the phone starts ringing again and glancing at the screen shows that it’s no other but Alana herself.

Dream supresses a groan, Deidre giving him a thumbs up from where she was ransacking through his wardrobe.

“Oh and…” Erin quickly adds before Dream can pick up the phone. “Kieran can’t find the rings.” She says in a rush, the words blurring together. “If you’ll excuse me, Luna Dream.” She immediately says nervously, already hurrying out.

Dream doesn’t comprehend her words immediately, distracted with the incessant ringing of the device in his hand.

“Wait what??! Stop right there, Eri!” He yells at her, Erin freezing up.

He picks the phone at this, pissed. “Who is this?” He demands, too occupied by the thought of their rings going missing on the morning of their wedding to remember that it was Alana or maybe he did but couldn’t be bothered to care.

Alana splutters indignantly on the other end and Dream’s mood improves slightly at this.

“Who is this?” She mimics. “I should be asking you that, who are you?” She fires back without giving herself a chance to breathe or Dream the chance to speak.

“How dare you? What are you doing with my son’s phone anyway? I told that sockhead of a Head Beta that I wanted to speak to my son but…”

Dream just inspects his fingers as he let her rant on, tuning her out, his nails were looking really fancy, as they should, he had paid way too much money for the manicure for them anyway, although Renee has pretended that the price wasjust fine, Dream had wanted to sock the lady with the plastic smile at the beauty salon on the face.

He had gone for black paint and he’s imagining how fabulous they would look while he was bitch slapping someone, preferably the insufferable woman on the other end of the call.

Dale had refused to speak to her ever since the last time she came and Dream saw no issues with this, his father was laid-back and cool and was probably on his way to the wedding.

It was unbelievable how she couldn’t even recognize Dream’s voice but it wasn’t like he had given her the chance to, ever since she heard that Dream had gotten pregnant, she had been trying to get all chummy with him.

He wonders if she’s just plain dumb or incredibly dense, why the hell would Dream want someone like that anywhere near his child?

“Don’t be so selfish, Alana…” He finally cuts her off, already having enough of her self absorbed rant. “It’s my wedding, you don’t get to fill it up with your woes of how you were a failure as a mom.” He says with a fake polite voice. “If Dale is too nice to block you, well, guess why he’s marrying me? So I can do it for him.” Dream laughs into the phone like he’s chatting up an old friend, immediately hanging up and blocking her number, tossing the phone on the bed.

“Now what were you saying about missing rings?” He stalks over to Erin menacingly to tower over her, although the secretary is easily taller than him.