Alpha Nathan Pov.

"Really?" she asked breathlessly, misinterpreting my statement entirely as she reached toward me with obvious intent to touch.

I scoffed in genuine disgust, jerking away from her attempted contact while clarifying with deliberate emphasis, "You are coming with me and my Luna."

The addition of Emily's title was calculated to remind Mila of my marital status and commitment, establishing a clear boundary between us that she seemed increasingly determined to violate.

The effect of my clarification was immediate and dramatic - her expression transforming from eager anticipation to shocked outrage in an instant.

"To your honeymoon?!" she practically shrieked, the concept apparently so offensive to her that it momentarily overrode her seductive approach.

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, I quickly assessed her state with a critical eye, noting the feverish quality of her gaze and the unusual flushing of her skin that extended beyond what normal arousal might explain.

"Something's not right with her," I realized with growing concern. "This behavior is too extreme, too disconnected from her normal personality. Could she be under some kind of influence? A spell or potion perhaps?"

Without further engagement that might encourage her inappropriate behavior, I turned and exited the room, needing physical distance to clear my head and regain my equilibrium.

The corridor outside provided welcome space to breathe and process the disturbing encounter, though the unwanted physical reaction lingering in my body created profound discomfort and shame.

"What the hell is happening to me?" I wondered as I paced the hallway, struggling to understand my body's betrayal of my conscious values and intentions.

I had never once in thirty years viewed Mila through a sexual lens - she had always been simply my beloved little sister, someone to protect and guide rather than desire.

The sudden emergence of these unwanted physical responses felt like a fundamental violation of my identity and moral code.

"I must be under some kind of influence as well," I concluded desperately, unable to reconcile my physiological reactions with my psychological revulsion. "Perhaps whatever is affecting her is impacting me too."

After several minutes of focused breathing and deliberate mental distraction, I finally regained complete physical control, my body returning to an appropriate state of neutrality regarding my sister.

Only then did I feel prepared to return to Emily, schooling my features into a calm mask that revealed nothing of the disturbing encounter I had just experienced.

"I need to protect Emily from this situation," I decided firmly. "She's been through enough trauma without being dragged into whatever bizarre dynamic is developing with Mila."

With this protective intention foremost in my mind, I returned to our suite, carefully composing my expression into something resembling normal composure before entering.

"Baby, are you ready?" I inquired with forced cheerfulness as I joined Emily, finding her surrounded by neatly packed luggage that demonstrated impressive efficiency given her still-recovering condition.

She nodded shyly in response to my question, her dark eyes holding a hesitant quality that suggested she wanted to ask something but feared potential rejection.

"Yes, everything's packed according to your instructions," she confirmed softly before gathering her courage to continue. "Can I ask you a favor?"

The timidity in her request reminded me painfully of her vulnerable position - still adjusting to her sudden elevation from captive to Luna, still healing from my violent outburst, still learning which questions were safe to ask without triggering anger.

Determined to encourage her growing confidence, I moved closer, deliberately using physical proximity to demonstrate my openness to her request.

"Yes, anything baby," I assured her warmly, leaning to breathe gently against the sensitive skin of her neck in a gesture that combined reassurance with subtle intimacy. "You can ask me anything you want."

Her lower lip caught between her teeth in an unconsciously seductive gesture as she gathered her courage, her voice dropping to a hushed, intimate register that triggered immediate interest from my wolf.

"Can we go into the shower together now and make one round?"

The unexpected request caught me completely off guard - after the brutal way I had taken her during my rage, I had assumed physical intimacy would be the last thing she would want.

"Are you sure?" I questioned carefully, searching her expression for any sign that she felt obligated rather than genuinely interested. "You're still healing. There's no rush."

Her immediate nodding and the authentic desire in her eyes suggested her request was genuine rather than motivated by fear or perceived obligation.

"Yes, but be gentle with me, please," she specified with touching honesty. "No more shifting or roughness."

The simple request revealed both her lingering physical discomfort and her remarkable willingness to trust me again despite my previous brutality.

"I promise you," I assured her solemnly, raising my hand as though taking a formal oath. "Complete gentleness, absolute control at all times."

The vow was sincere - I was determined never again to allow my anger or supernatural strength to cause her pain during what should be a mutually pleasurable experience.

Her request provided an unexpected opportunity to demonstrate my commitment to our fresh start, to show through actions rather than merely words that I could be the considerate partner she deserved.

As we moved toward the bathroom together, I found myself genuinely touched by her willingness to be vulnerable with me again so soon after my inexcusable behavior.

"She's either remarkably forgiving or pragmatically recognizing her limited options," I thought with a mixture of gratitude and lingering guilt. "Either way, I need to earn this second chance by treating her with the care and respect she deserves."

The honeymoon was something I hadn't really prepared for. Everything had happened so fast since Emily showed up in my life. "I should have planned this better," I muttered to myself. I made several quick calls to book rooms at one of my favorite island resorts. It was a private place I'd visited years ago during better times.

"Yes, I need the executive beachfront villa," I told the resort manager on the phone. "And a smaller villa nearby for my sister." The manager's voice was respectful as he promised everything would be arranged just how I wanted it.

"Of course, Alpha Nathan. We're honored to host you and your new Luna. Will there be any special requirements for your stay?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "Privacy is the most important thing. Minimal staff interaction, maximum security, and make sure the villas have everything we might need for a long stay."

I had originally planned for this trip to be short. Just long enough to establish Emily as my Luna before going back to Pack responsibilities. But Mila's increasingly crazy behavior had forced me to change plans.

"We'll stay until certain personal matters are resolved," I added, not wanting to explain that I was basically babysitting my adult sister during what should have been a romantic getaway with my new mate.

Everything was carefully arranged by the time we were ready to leave. The accommodations, transportation, security detail, and all necessary supplies had been organized with the efficiency that characterized my Pack's operations.

"All we need to do is board my private jet and relax until we reach our destination," I explained to Emily as we finished our final preparations. "The flight attendants will handle everything during the journey."

She nodded with the quiet attention I had come to expect. But a flash of excitement brightened her eyes at the mention of the private aircraft. It reminded me of how extraordinary such luxuries must seem to someone who had spent years in captivity.

"I've never been on an airplane before," she admitted softly as she carefully folded the last of her new clothing into the suitcase. "Is it scary when it takes off?"

The innocent question triggered an unexpected surge of protectiveness in me. "Some people find it a bit unsettling," I acknowledged. "But I'll be right beside you the entire time. And werewolf healing means we'd survive even the most unlikely accidents."

Her nervous laugh suggested my attempt at reassurance had perhaps missed the mark. This prompted me to add more gently, "But don't worry. My pilot has supernatural reflexes and decades of experience. We couldn't be safer."