Becoming the Luna

Chapter 343

Dream locks up the cottage before leaving, Kieran had his keys to the cottage if he wanted to get or bring anything over, not to mention that food was in his cottage, all Kieran had stocked up in his big ass house was nothing but vodka and cigarettes, he still had no idea how the Head Beta wasn't dead yet.

Although he had made up his mind to see Dale, that didn't mean he was ready to face the Alpha just then so it's with his heart in his throat that he hurries out to the hidden garage on the side away from the deep part of the woods.

Kieran had gotten him a motorcycle, it was nothing like the cute one he had back in his old city, while that one had been painted a soft shade of blue, a cutesy basket strapped to the front.

This one was all sharp edges and sleek lines, a shiny black that seemed to illuminate even in the dim garage, the garage is partially hidden, done in a way that it blends with the forest, unless one knew it was there, all they would see would be the cottage that looked straight out of a fairytale, morning dews and daisies growing plentifully around like there used to be a garden and somehow those two were the only plants that survived the lack of a caretaker.

Dream had been curious about who used to live in the cottage because he definitely didn't see Kieran coming to live in a place like this, he wasn't a big fan of people but that didn't mean he was a nature junkie either.

He had seen an old portrait of a beautiful lady, in the first days he had come to live in the cottage and was stricken with the inexplicable urge to rearrange the entire cottage and had pointed out to Kieran who had come in for dinner.

Kieran had been quick to swipe and hide the portrait, refusing to talk about her although Dream had asked, he guessed she was Kieran's mom but he wasn't going to push for information.

The motorcycle responded beautifully under his hands, the engine purring smoothly like a well fed cat, Dream would have complained about the extravagancy of the bike considering the fact that Kieran had told him to take it, the Head Beta saying that he hadn't ridden a bike in years but the look in Kieran's eyes told him that he would be better off accepting it.

He got on the bike, a little rusty, it had been months now since he had ridden a bike but when he got used to the sensation of it, it was easy enough.

He tore out of the forest, careful to pop out on the road at a point where if anyone sighted him, they wouldn't be able to trace it back to the cottage.

Kieran had insisted on a helmet and safety gear and Dream had almost thrown his cup of water on the Head Beta's face, finally they had settled on him using a helmet, Kieran still looked skeptical.

Dream ignored his worrying, he had gotten enough of that just by being an Omega, of course it would double now that he was pregnant, he would just have to prove twice as hard that he could take care of himself.

He sped in the direction of his mom's house, it had been barely a week that he had been at the cottage but even before then he barely left the Pack House, even if he did it was to go into them main part of town to the quiet side that was filled with neighbors who were as close as family.

It was a Saturday so he's not surprised to see most of the shops around the bakery, including his mom's bakery all closed. As it was a small town, most preferred to spend the weekend with their family.

The only parts of the town that would be bustling as usual would be Paper District, that neighborhood never went to sleep.

He tries to keep his blood pressure and heart rate steady, the last thing he needed was throwing up in front of his mom, he would just have to be careful at lunch with his family and to tell his mom that his stomach was a little upset to they wouldn't look at him weird when he turned down certain foods or suddenly excused himself while looking pale.

He finally turns to his street, the woods in the distance looking familiar, almost as familiar as his mom's car sitting on the lawn, he drives up, walking his bike through the gate.

He just places his bike by the side of the house, leaning the black motorcycle under some shade, he wasn't worried about losing the bike, there was a higher chance of squirrels scratching it up than it being stolen.

He walks up to the front door, absently wondering if Heather was in as well, he didn't tag his mom as one to swing the other way, not that he minded, he would just like to be prepared.

He makes sure to put on another couple sprays of his scent suppressants, knocking just out of propriety.

The door swings open just before he could though, his mom standing on the other side with a beaming smile on her bright face, "Dream!" She threw her arms out in welcome.

Dream doesn't need any more encouragement to hurry into his mother's arms that always smell like cinnamon and warm buns, letting his limbs go lax even as she pulls him in.

"Oh dear, why do you look so thin" She starts off, making sure to check each and every bit of him, if she notices that he has his scent suppressors back on again, she says nothing about it.

"Mom, I'm not th...." Dream starts to protest but Dia was hearing none of it.

"Come, we'll talk while you eat." She says decisively, already leading him to a kitchen where she was already cooking up a small feast for lunch.