Daniel
Hearing screams, I run up the stairs taking them two at a time, bolting into the room they're coming from I look between Xale and Kelly, scanning them from head to toe, nobody's hurt. I almost sigh with relief until I meet the eyes of Ally and my wolf starts screaming "Mate" over and over in my head. I feel stuck in place as I stare at her, something in me looking at her in a new light. She was always beautiful but now she is a goddess. There's no way, my mate can't be a human. As soon as the thought crossed my mind my wolf started growling at me. She's perfect, really. I don't.. I don't understand, though. How?
I can't tear my eyes away now. Her curves more inviting, her height just perfect to hold in my arms. My eyes roam down her curvaceous body, her breasts heaving up and down as she pants, her waist slimming before her hips flare out in abundance. I want to grab onto them and sink myself deep between her smooth pale legs, while I mark her. I'm standing on a ledge between wanting to rip her clothes off and needing to calm my wolf. I don't want to scare her away.
"So why is everyone yelling?" I ask, my eyes still on Ally I watch her reach her arm out and pull Xale behind her. My wolf whimpers about her not trusting us, his emotions setting me on edge I push him out, so I can concentrate.
"Kelly." Looking at her I gesture for her leave, and with a knowing look in her eyes and a tight lipped smile she does. Seconds later I hear the front door close, and I turn back to Ally and Xale.
"Put down the lamp, no ones going to hurt you here. Either of you." I look between Xale and Ally, speaking calmly, hoping to ease her fear I can now feel through our bond.
Xale moves from behind his mom and climbs onto the bed crawling across it until he is sitting at the edge. Looking back at her he whispered. "Momma he's nice, he helped me save you." Looking back at me he smiled.
Returning a huge smile back at him, I shake my head. "You could have handled that on your own little wolf, I was just there to supervise." I wink at him.
"I'm sure you have some questions, I've got some too. How about we send Xale to go get Boomer, my Beta can take him. We can go chat in the kitchen, get something to eat." I want to go to her, to wrap her in my arms. The smell of ripe red apples and cinnamon is filling the room and I need to get out of here. My wolf keeps trying to push back in and I'm worried he might try and claim her right here. I cross my fingers behind my back he doesn't. That's the worst way I could start our life together.
"No, I want him in here. Alone. I'll go with you." She raises her chin after. A promise in her eyes if I challenge her. She's going to make a wonderful Luna at my side. I smile to myself, my wolf proud and already enthralled.
"But Boom!" Xale whines.
"I will have her brought here." I answer.
Ally puts the lamp back on the table and wipes her hands down the sides of her red dress. Short sleeved with a v neck line. Its tight but flows out at the hips, stopping mid thigh. Then looks down and makes a face before going over to Xale, and whispering in his ear to aim for the balls.
I try to suppress a laugh but instead snort, earning an upturned brow from my mate. "I can hear you."
"Good, so now you won't try anything." She smirks at me and narrowed her eyes. Standing up she makes her way past me, bumping my arm with her shoulder. Tingles go up and down my arm and she stops in her tracks. Furrowing her browns she gulps then looks at me. I settle my wolf, closing my eyes. Opening them I smile and then turn to lead the way. Careful not to touch her again.
Ally
I close my eyes tight and shake my head. Taking a deep breath in, I open my eyes and follow him. A weird rush of lust, need, wanting, for this stranger settling inside of me. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and look around. I must be crazy. Shaking off the feeling, I look around. Two large arches on either side and the front door straight ahead. Looking into the Livingroom I spot two huge sectionals facing eachother. Pillows and throw blankets all around. Big bookshelves covering two entire walls and a painting of three wolves in the middle of two large windows. Everything is white and green. It feels peaceful. Looking over I watch him go through the other arch and follow timidly behind. A huge dinning table sits in the middle of the room, enough chairs to fit 20 or more people.
Walking through another arch on the far wall. The man has his back turned to me, looking into the fridge. Taking a moment to check him out, I see his back muscle bulge. His shoulders wide and firm. When he bends over to grab something down low my eyes follow and I choke. He rushes to me, suddenly grabbing onto my arms, worry in his eyes. I start to feel tingles all over my arms again. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and I'm lost in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He says rubbing my arms up and down.
Turning my head away I close my eyes to try and clear my head. His hands rubbing up and down making me unable to focus on the goa. I squeeze my eyes tighter. After a few seconds I grab his hands in mine to stop his movements, before pushing them away from me and faking a smile.
"Yes, peachy." I note in sarcasm. "Assaulted, kidnapped, and being changed while unconscious. Well that's my everyday." Rolling my eyes, I make my way over to a stool by the island and grab an apple. "So you going to make me some food or are you only keeping me here to dress me like you're own personal doll." I look back at him and give him my best you're in trouble mom face. Trevor said it had him shake in his boots. Maybe this guy will too. Although I'll admit the dress is pretty. Something I'd buy for myself even. However it's still uncomfortable knowing someone's changed me in my sleep.
Holding eye contact I see him visibly gulp. "I didn't see you naked, well I s-seen things b-but I didn't change your clothing, and like your son said. I didn't attack you, I'd never hurt you." He went to reach out but dropped his hand. Turning to go pick up the things he dropped when I choked. Finally out of his sight I feel my cheeks heat up. God, I'm acting like a horny inexperienced teen and a bitch. Trying to push down the lust and want I watch as he closes the fridge, and turns on the stove. Pulling out a skillet he starts making me some eggs and bacon.
Putting lids on the two pans he turns to me. "So who was your husband?" He asks, his eyes burning into my face with the intensity of his gaze.
"Trevor, he was an accountant. He died in a car accident, almost a year ago now." I turn my head left and stare at the pattern on the marble countertops, trying to remain strong. I don't want to cry infront of him. I don't even know why I told him, it might of been best to make him think I had a husband at home waiting. Something inside of me wanted him to know I was available though. And another part knew I could trust him, and wanted to be honest with him.
"No, what pack was he from? Why do you have a cabin on my land?" He grumbles, annoyance visible in his tone of voice.
"Excuse me?" I wirl my head in his direction. Squinting my eyes. Is he dumb? That cabin was my husband's parents and when they passed it became his. "That "land" belonged to my husband's family. I wanted to give it away but Xale needed something to go to to remember his dad. I hate that cabin. You want it? Have it, as long as Xale can come every summer." I try and keep my voice down but I have this feeling inside me that's bubbling, boarding on complete rage. As soon as I'm finished though I feel a sudden need to apologize. A voice in my head wanting only to make him happy.
"His family?" He repeats. Confusion written on his face. "Once my mother gets here I'm sure she can clear some stuff up. I apologize."
He turns back to the stove and I let out a sigh. This man is crazy. His land, my husband in a pack, my son a wolf. He's lost his mind. I need to leave. But as I think over a plan to leave, safely, the voice in my head returns. Telling me I need to stay with him, that he is safe. That I need him. Obviously it's been to long if I'm trying to convince myself to stay around a man who's crazy just because he's sculpted by a fucking god. No, no, no. I tell myself. Stop thinking about his body. His face, his eyes, his hair. I want to run my fingers through that hair. I get lost in thought when a plate gets put down infront of me.
Causing a clinking noise that brings me back to earth. Jumping up and pretending I'm unfazed I give him a polite smile before looking down. Eggs, bacon, cut up fruit and toast sitting on my plate. When did he do all this. Shaking my head, I grab the fork and start digging in before the realization he could of poisoned me kicks in. I drop my fork with a clatter and spit my bite out in my hand. Fuck.
"What are you doing?"
"You didn't like put anything in this right?" I question.
His eyes search my face like he's unsure what I'm asking, before starting to laugh. Giving him an evil eye he starts to calm down and grabs another fork from the drawer behind him. Takes a bite of my eggs and grabs a strip of bacon.
"There, but I promised I'd never hurt you. I couldn't."
"Suuuuurrreee." I nod my head, picking my fork back up and finish eating the eggs. Then spearing a strawberry I start my own personal interrogation.
"Who attacked me? I felt something hit my head then nothing. I feel fine now, not even a headache. How long have I been out for? Why didn't you bring me to the hospital? It's kind of sketchy."
"I have the person who attacked you in our cells, I was chasing him with a few people from my pack and he must have seen you and attacked. Rogues are wild. We don't know why he attacked. I brought you here because it would have been faster. You haven't been out long, not even 24 hours. I've seen you before. I watched your house because I smelt a wolf. You disappeared and I stopped going. Guess you were here." He's leaning against the counter arms crossed his chest looking down. He pauses for a bit before looking into my eyes. "But you never answered my question. What pack did your husband belong to, who was he. Not what did he do. Why's your son shifting at ten? The power that radiates off him. Hell, I've met Alphas that don't have that kind of aura.
"Pack?" Yeah, he's definitely crazy.
"Yes, he's a wolf. He didn't smell rogue. So, what pack does he belong to?" He pushes further.
"No pack I know of. Trevor never told me about anything like that, because that's crazy just so you know. And my son's six He turns seven in a couple months."
His eyebrows shoot up before he nods then looks away and his eyes glaze over. "My mom should be here in an hour. I'll get someone to bring you new clothes. Xale has already been given new ones for today. You remember how to get back to the room?"
I just nod and hop off the stool. I catch the smell of cherries covered in dark chocolate. Looking back at him, I fight an internal battle not to leave. Then speed walk back to the room, before I change my mind. Shutting the door before turning the lock. Sliding down the solid wood, I'm sit on the floor, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.