Second Chance Luna
Chapter 89

"It's not supposed to," Phoebe said surprising him.

Jason blinked staring at him.

"It's not about him. It's about you and what holding onto your resentment is doing to you."

"How can I forgive him after what he did?"

Phoebe shook her head, "It's not about forgiving him. It's about letting it go. After Graham rejected me I held onto that hurt for years. It slowly ate away at me. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to leave my room."

Jason tensed stifling a growl at the mention of her former mate. She stroked his cheek soothing him.

"I hated him so much and it made me hate myself," Phoebe sighed. "I wondered what was wrong with me that he didn't want me."

"Phoebe, there is nothing wrong with you."

"I know. But it took me quite awhile to get there," Phoebe smiled. "Eventually I learned to let him go. I didn't do it for him. I did it for myself because I was needed. Blake and Emma, the other pups needed me."

Jason let out a slow breath. He hated her thinking about her former mate and her past struggles but she never showed a trace of emotion herself. Whenever she talked about it there was always a disinterested tone to her voice as if she was relating someone else's past. He hated her tone almost as much as he hated what happened to her. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Ebookex.com. Visit Ebookex.com to read the complete chapters for free. She should be angry. "I was angry for a long time," Phoebe said stroking her cheek. "But that isn't a healthy way to live. So I moved on. I gave up hope of replaceing a second chance mate, which I shouldn't have done, but that didn't stop me from meeting you. Did it?"

"No." Jason leaned forward and nuzzled her. "You made me chase you but I didn't mind."

"You don't have to forgive your father," Phoebe said, "but let go of your anger. I'd rather our pup didn't imprint on that." "Our pup," Jason breathed looking at the envelope partially crushed in his hand.

"Is there anything in there that will change who you are?" Phoebe prompted. "Or change what we have together?"

"No." Jason caressed her cheek and tucked a hair behind her ear. "You are my everything."

With a sigh he straightened out the envelope and opened it before drawing out the paper inside. He wasn't certain if it was longer or shorter than he expected. Phoebe stroked his hair letting him read at his own pace. He didn't need to but he read it aloud trying to keep his voice even.

To My Son,

I made mistakes. I admit that. I never did right by your mother or you and it nearly cost me everything. Even though you and your mother lived I still lost you. I lost your mother's trust and your respect. There is nothing I can say that will change that but I owe you the explanation you demanded from me.

I always wanted my fated mate: longed for her, looked for her whenever I ventured some place new. I already knew she was not a part of my pack. I didn't care what she was: alpha, beta, omega, rogue or witch. It wouldn't have mattered to me. I wanted her and only her by my side but I was not patient.

I didn't wait for her. I indulged in other she-wolves to pass the time. The she-wolves I spent most of my time with were members of my pack. We grew up together, went to the same school. I considered them friends and later friends with benefits. My wolf wasn't happy with me but my time with them meant nothing.

Apparently they didn't feel the same way. I don't know if I did not make the situation clear and misled them or if they deliberately ignored it and misled themselves, but they thought I would settle for a chosen mate. That wasn't my intention and I certainly didn't want any of them to reject their fated mates in hopes of being with me.

I felt guilty for not making myself clearer. That's why I didn't banish them. I took so much from them I couldn't take away their pack too. But it strained my relationship with your mother. Our bond was already so weak because of how we met. I'd give anything to take it all back. I wish I had your strength and patience so I could have given your mother the love, home and mate she deserved.

You are so much better than me. I know when you meet your mate she will be your moon, your mate and your Luna. She will be your everything because that is what you will give her. Everything.

I don't deserve your forgiveness so I will not ask for it. When you replace your Luna always hold her close and never let anyone stand between you and her. Love her, cherish her and protect her with every fiber of your being.

And give me plenty of grandpups. I only wish I could be there to hold them. I'll be watching over all of you from the Moonlit Fields.

Love,

Your father

Jason sighed, slowly folding it and putting it back in the envelope. Phoebe's fingers stroked his hair as she watched him. She could feel his uncertainty through the bond. It was clear he didn't know quite what to think. "Jason?" Phoebe caressed his cheek. She knew this wouldn't be easy and she didn't expect him to simply accept his father's admission but at least he didn't have to wonder any longer.

"I don't...I can't forgive him. I won't. But, he sounds like he regretted it," Jason said after a moment. "You're right about hating him, the anger doesn't do me any good. I guess I can... let it go."

Phoebe nodded. It was more than she expected and his words were probably more in service to her than himself. The feeling through the bond was one of confusion and contradictory, fleeting emotions he was struggling to process. But that was to be expected. Jason suddenly gripped her hips, repositioning her on top of him with a smile that caught her by surprise. He leaned forward kissing her before suddenly pulling off her lingerie. She could feel his member stiff behind her and ready. "Jason?" Phoebe whispered her face warm.

"The old man said to give him plenty of grandpups," Jason said, "we should practice."

A laugh burst from her as he caressed her skin letting his eyes slowly roamed her body soaking in the soft blush that warmed her pale skin as his gaze lingered. It still amazed him how innocent she remained despite all the times they made love. She was still uncomfortable in her own skin though she made such a tempting and effective seductress.

"I love to watch you," Jason hummed running his hands along her curves. "I've been good, haven't I? I deserve a reward, don't I?"

Phoebe fought a laugh pecking a kiss on his lips only to follow it with a deeper kiss. It was difficult to deny him especially with Máni suggesting all sorts of lewd thoughts. Her wolf was never satisfied so long as their mate was willing.

This wasn't what she expected after he read the letter but perhaps she should have. His father's words and tone were shocking and he needed time to process it without questions. She moved slowly taking him inside her. He groaned with pleasure as her warmth wrapped around him.

"Phoebe," he sighed.

She hesitated before rocking forward slowly building up her pace as Máni encouraged her. This position always embarrassed her but he liked giving her control. His gaze never left her and a smile played on his face as she pleasured herself on top of him. He moaned as their hips grinded together. His pelvis jerked upward matching her motion. Phoebe moaned bracing herself and increasing her pace chasing the feeling building within.

His smile widened as she lost her hesitation and her confidence returned. His angel. His everything. Goddess, she was beautiful. His father had never been more right.

No one would take her away from him. No one would be allowed to come between them. He would protect his mate and their pup with his life.