Hey readers,
Well two chapters in one day aren’t you lucky. Anyway the reason I hadn’t updated is since my internet connection had gone down so I have a number of already written chapters for you guys, as soon as I proof read them then they will be up instantly.
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Chapter 18
Adrian’s Pov
It wasn’t long until I heard the water cut off, my sensitive hearing picking up on the slightly squeaky sound that was made by the shower door opening. I couldn’t help but think about how she was standing right now, most likely as naked as the day she was born or in nothing but a short fluffy towel. I couldn’t help but groan at my thoughts, knowing I needed to tamper down on my lust as not to scare her away if she thought I was pressuring her into anything.
The sound of clothes and fabric being moved and put on was next to catch my attention, my breath catching in my throat as I tried desperately to shake away the image of my naked mate from my mind. It didn’t help that I had seen her completely bare before, even though she was nothing but skin and bones I could tell that once she got some meat on her bones I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. I could barely hold back now.
After a few more minutes I heard the door open, the fact she hadn’t locked it not missing my attention and I grinned when I realised that she trusted me enough not to barge in and take advantage of her. I growled at the thought, but loved how slowly but surely she was becoming more comfortable around me.
“Adrian?” her soft voice caught my attention, my head snapping in her direction as she peaked her head around the door.
“Yea?” I smiled, seeing her eyes flicker with an emotions which flashed too quickly for me to fully grasp onto what it meant.
“Could I borrow your brush, please?” she asked softly, clearly expecting me to refuse but having the nerve to ask anyway. I quickly answered her, not wanting her to think anything other than what’s mine was hers.
“Of course sweetheart, brush away” I smiled, seeing her briefly do the same before the door shut with a gentle click. I couldn’t help but fall backwards on the bed, landing on my back as I breathed in her scent as it surrounded my sheets. It made my wolf purr in delightful pleasure.
A few minutes later the tell-tale sign of the door clicking caught my attention, rising onto my elbows as stared at the door as it opened.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in my freshly groomed mate as she stood by the door, playing with the sleeve of my shirt as she stared at her bare feet as she clearly felt my eyes on her. I couldn’t stop though, my eyes raking over her slightly healthier looking skin as it had a slight pink tint to it due to the heat of the water, her hair neatly brushed as she had to pulled over one shoulder as it seemed to be a lot longer than I expected. Not that I had anything against it, in all honesty she looked…
“Beautiful” I found myself breathing, seeing her flush deeply as she shifted on her feet. Sensing that she was uncomfortable I pulled myself into a sitting position, deciding to ask her a question that would hopefully get her to relax.
“Do you want to bake a cake?” I asked before wincing at how cheesy it sounded, totally random but trust me when I say that it sounded a lot better in my head then it did when I spoke it out loud. My fear of seeming stupid though was a waste of effort, what with considering the way my adorable mate nodded eagerly as she slowly approached me while being dwarfed in my clothes. She looked tiny; it only fuelled my urges to protect her and keep her safe.
“That would be nice” she smiled gently, not hesitating to take my hand this time as we made our way downstairs and into the kitchen. Suddenly I couldn’t stop myself from grinning as my mate seemed to lose herself in the moment, it not being long until we had made a two layer lemon cake with a citrusy creamed filling. She had made it from memory so it was obvious that she enjoyed cooking, not to mention as soon as I took it out of the oven, not wanting to risk her burning herself she had decorated it to a level that almost looked professional.
Currently she was giggling wildly, it being music to my ears as I grinned at her while she used her palm to wipe away the flour which was present on her face. I couldn’t help but feel myself beam with happiness, my mate seemingly having forgot to be nervous around me as she seemed comfortable in my presence which I was thankful of.
“So tell me about yourself, sweetheart” I smiled as I wiped down the table, our cake sitting on the centre of it on a cake stand that had once been my mothers. It looked delicious, the cake I mean and I couldn’t help but adore the fact that my mate was a diamond in the kitchen.
“What do you want to know?” she asked as she stood by the counter, giving me an opening to ask some questions. I knew to tread carefully, she was being responsive and the last thing I wanted was to wreak the mood by being too nosy when she wasn’t ready to spill her secrets; understandable of course.
“How did you learn to bake?” I asked, thinking it was an easy question to ask. But by the tensing of her shoulder, the stiffening of her form I couldn’t help but pause in my cleaning before she seemed to relax slightly after a few moments of some clearly hard thinking. I knew what she was deciding, whether to trust me or not and I was hoping for the former of the two.
“I had no choice, but I like it” she confessed as she turned off the tap, switching to drying the plates and bowls as she did so. I didn’t like seeing her working in her condition, but it seemed to help her opening up so I sucked it up so I could reap the benefits of her relaxed mood.
“Want to talk about it?” I asked, trying but failing to hide the hope from my tone. I knew not to press her; she was becoming more and more comfortable around me which was more than I had expected it to.
“What’s there to talk about?” she breathed softly, obviously not wanting to talk about it and for once I knew it would be best if I simply let it go, for now. She would tell me when she was ready.
“Want to see if the roses are ready?” I asked, watching as she instantly seemed to brighten up making my heart skip a beat. She had made these incredibly intricate roses out of pastry, having put them in the fridge to harden since she had said they were for decretive purposes but could be eaten. They were incredible to look at, not to mention being able to watch her work as she made them with pure ease making it clear she had done it for years to get that kind of skill.
Turns out they were ready, her previous soft smile widening slightly as I pulled out the tray and held it out for her, knowing that she would get more enjoyment out of placing them then I would. She had made them after all.
“Finished” she beamed at me in a childish way that I found adorable, it was a nice change from her previously quiet and reserved mood and I found I liked it. A lot. It was cute, adorable and so utterly sweet that I found my expression softening as I took her in. Well, that was until a loud bang startled her in such a manner that I soon found her form hiding behind mine as she trembled in what I knew to be fear. My wolf instantly went into protective mode, my body pressing hers against the counter of the kitchen as my back pressed against her shaking form meaning I could make sure she was there without having my eyes on her.
The sounds of my pack laughing and chatting soon filtering into my hearing, my annoyance increasing as a quick glance at the clock on the right hand wall told me that I must have lost track of time since they were all home. To sum it up, it was seriously back luck on my part.
“Adrian” I heard my fragile mate whimper as she pressed herself against my back, the mating pull clearly having effect on her. When she felt fearful or threatened her wolf was urging her to stay close to me, and from how she was pressed against me it was clear she was taking the advice of her wolf and following her urges. I wanted it no other way.
“Leave!” I snarled as soon as my pack started to filter into the kitchen, clearly having smelt the incredible aromas coming from my mates cooking skills. I wanted to take some of the credit, but to be honest I had spent most of the time simply staring at her as she seemed to act as if this was her home. It was of course.
At the sound of my no bullshit tone they instantly froze at the my order, their faces a picture for a second before frowns seemed to decorated their features.
“What-“ Paul started but I wasn’t in the mood, the fact my wolf could practically feel how terrified my mate was meant he was instantly on guard. I shouldn’t have been able to feel her yet since we hadn’t mated, but very strong emotions could get through and I was not playing around as I felt my mates blunt nails dig into my waist as she whimpered just loud enough for me to hear. I hated it, knowing that she was so uncomfortable since only minutes ago she had been giggling wildly.
“Don’t question me Paul, not now, not ever!” I snapped in a harsh tone, one they were used to as they took note of my tone and quickly left, the males holding their mates close to them as they did so. I didn’t care, not when I had my own mate to protect.
As soon as they were gone I spun around to face my mate, not prepared to find her shaking and as pale as her sheet. Her eyes didn’t look focused and her breathing was far from being even, it being harsh and sharp when she actually took the time to take a breath.
“Holly? Sweetheart?” I asked slightly panicked, watching as she seemed to sway on her feet slightly as she seemed to fade in and out of consciousness.
“You’re my mate” was all that passed her lips before she crumbled to the floor, her legs buckling under her weight as I quickly grabbed her around the waist before she hit the ground. I couldn’t help but savour the feeling of her in my arms, well that was before my sanity kicked in and what she had said finally sunk in. All I could think was shit, she had put two and two together and found out we were mates. Well at least she didn’t flip out I thought, unless you count fainting in that category. But I quickly pushed that aside, calling out for Lisa as I rushed my unconscious to my room as I ordered for the pack doctor to send for her immediately. I’ve had a taste of what my life would be like with my mate; I was not losing it any time soon that was for sure.
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