Shattered

25

"She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings."

By Adriana Dancu

Deon's house was a stone's throw away from the main pack house. Typically, an Alpha and Luna would house in the main pack house but they were also given the option to have their own home and reside it in if they wish—this option was mainly given when the Luna was pregnant, since male wolves tended to be overly aggressive over their females the further along they went in their pregnancy. Deon's home looked brand new and I imagined he had it built when he first arrived two years ago. It was a Craftsman home with two stories, a two-car garage, a small front porch, and a beautiful array of flowers adorning the stone walkway to the entrance of the house.

The house was stone but the pillars and trims and such were all made of wood. On the second level I could see an outside deck adorned with chairs and tables. The lights inside were turned off and when Deon opened my door, I was hit with the smell of fresh paint, cured wood, and stones. "Your home is very beautiful." I murmured.

I saw Deon brim with pride, "My grandfather used to live in this home. My father never quite liked living here and offered it to me when I came back from my travels...we just finished fixing it up a few weeks before you came back." Deon explained with pride deep in his voice.

I felt my insides warm as I watch his warm expression.

"I like the style." I admired as Deon closed my door, let Kuma jump out from the back, and held my hand, pulling me towards the stone pathway to the front of his house.

"Yeah? I've always liked Craftsman houses—each one is unique to the homeowner. I like the rustic feel to it, too." Deon spoke with enthusiasm. Kuma seemed to take interest in sniffing out this new land and I didn't stop her—Kuma was way more capable of taking care of herself if something or someone were to try to harm her.

Deon walked up to this door, paused, and turned to kiss me sweetly. I hummed lowly as I enjoyed the feel of his very warm, soft lifts pressed up against me. He pulled away and gazed at me, "You know, this is your home, now, right?" Deon murmured—the excitement that shined in his eyes was enough to send my heart racing.

"Are you asking me to move in?" I whispered trying to keep a straight face.

Deon grinned widely at me, "Should I wait until after dinner to ask?" He teases bringing his hair into my hair and sliding his warm palm around to the back of my head and pulling me into him, he nuzzles my exposed neck with a soft growl.

My body shivers violently in response as my hands rest on his chest—feeling the taunt muscles tensing under my touch. His body was warmer then anything I've ever felt and his body felt hard and strong—I bet no part of him was soft.

"I'd move in right now, if you asked." I whispered hazily. My body was reacting aggressively towards Deon's lingering and heated touches—I could feel a low ache forming in between my legs; an ache I was all too familiar with.

Deon snarled lowly against the flesh of my throat and I gasped softly at the vibrations that bounced off my skin, "You're mine."

My heart stutters and I smile happily, "I never said I wasn't." I mused.

Deon presses butterfly kisses alongside my collarbone and pulls away with a huff, "My house is in need of a woman's touch," He says roughly as he unlocks the front door, "I didn't let my mother decorate despite her complaints." I giggle already imagining Luna Regina whining and pouting towards her son's blatant refusal of letting her decorate.