And there goes the bomb "I have come to take you home."
I saw red. What does he mean by ‘he has come to take me home?’ I don’t understand. Is this not my home, or have I spent the past 20+ years living elsewhere?
"Don't get me wrong mate, I can see the wheels turning in your beautiful head. I don’t mean to offend you or anything like that." He was quick to correct me. "As you know, I am the Alpha of my pack and I have been away for too long. I have a responsibility back there, and I would like you to lead alongside me as my Luna. You will grow to love it there and it will be your new home." With two strides, he was close to me, so close that I could feel his breath on me.
He held me close and continued, "I know that leaving behind everything and moving to a new place can be very difficult. But I promise to be with you at every step of the way. And, of course, you are always welcome to visit your family anytime."
I found myself melting at his soft words, unable to fight again. I was so ready to argue with him on this, especially if he had decided to use force. But when he took a different approach, I found myself completely at his mercies.
Besides, I could feel his warmth spreading from where our bodies were in contact; the bond was surging with such force that it made me move closer to him. And with a meek voice, I said yes.
I was semi-tranced when my dad's voice broke me out of it. "It is settled. You will be going with him." Applause filled the room. From the corner of my eyes, I saw my mom breathing a sigh of relief. She gave me a little smile and nodded in approval. She must be relieved that it didn’t lead to a serious fight.
"While I would love to wait and get to know you, mate." He started, softly stroking his jaw. "I have been away from the pack for too long and they have been getting angst. I have already booked a flight, so I will be leaving today, in an hour's time."
"But you will stay here for a week to say your final goodbyes and pack. I have already booked a flight down for you and I will be expecting you soon. Take care, my love." He planted a wet kiss on my forehead and moved around the room to shake hands with my dad and brother.
When he got to my mom, he stretched his hands for a handshake, but she evaded it, enveloping him in a big hug. "Please take care of my daughter when she gets there. It will be a strange land for her, so always be there to guide her and teach her your way. She is my only daughter and it isn’t easy to release her to someone we have barely known," she said with a tear-filled voice.
"Be her Alpha, her mate, and her friend. I know she may be difficult sometimes and curse like a sailor. But be her mother, her father, and her love there. Take good care of her. Do-don’t f-forget to tell h-her you l-l-love h-h-her." She could barely get all the words out before the dam broke and she burst into tears.
My dad quickly moves in to comfort his mate, rubbing her back and whispering words of comfort to her. "I have heard what you said, ma'am, and I will try my best to make sure she is always happy. You have my word."
"Thank you, that is all I want." My mom said, with a much clearer voice. She gently rubbed her eyes with a handkerchief that my dad had produced.
"Alright, brother-in-law," my brother said, patting his back. "My mom has pretty much said everything. But for emphasis, don’t you dare hurt my sister or else...” He let his voice trail, slowly backing away with an evil smile.
"Got it." He gave him a salute and then turned to my parents. "Thank you for this wonderful time, but I’ve got to go now."
He marched towards the door like a man on a mission. He opened the door and gave me one last look. "I can’t wait to see you."
A deafening silence followed his departure until, "What a man." My brother commented, as he wiped imaginary tears from his eyes. "Alright family, everything has been settled. It is time I went to see my mate. Seeing you all get mushy with your mate is making me crave her."
"Ewww, Caleb, way to ruin the mood." I turned to the sound of his voice, giving him a disgusted look. He ignored me and headed straight for the door.
I also followed after him, leaving my parents alone. Now that my mind is settled, I can eat well. I went downstairs to the kitchen and helped myself to a large serving of jollof rice, fried plantain and peppered chicken. It was one of the numerous delicacies in my country.
I took a bottle of water with me and proceeded to the dining room. I was all alone because it was already past eleven and everyone must have had their breakfast and were already going about their activities.
I sat down and started shoving a spoonful of the delicious cooked rice in my mouth while scrolling on the phone at the same time. All the buzz of the convention had died down, so everything was back to normal. Just some airport pictures of the departing Alphas. I replied to some unread messages and sent an email to my boss informing her that I wouldn’t be able to make it today.
As I was still in the business of replying to my messages, a mysterious text came in. I opened it with mixed feelings, wondering who sent it.
Hey, it is Richard. I got your number from your parents.
I just arrived at the airport, and we will soon be boarding the plane.
I can’t wait to hold you here. I miss you already.
Gahh, who gave him the right to be so sweet? I saved his number and immediately drafted out a short text and hit the send button. I stopped my chewing for a moment, waiting for his reply. Any moment from now, I mentally chant, nervously waiting for his reply.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes passed, and it became obvious that he wasn’t going to reply. Well. We are both adults and not some teenager that just had a first crush. I tried to downplay it as irrelevant, although deep down I was hurt. So much for missing me. I resumed my eating and tried to forget some brown-eyed Alpha.
I spent the rest of the day tying up loose ends and getting ready to travel. I have slowly resigned myself to fate.
I woke up the next day and prepared for work. I carried a basket with me containing some parting gifts I intended to give my colleagues.
"We are all going to miss you," Linda, one of the interns I work with, sorrowfully said. I gave each of them a warm hug and handed over the gifts. One down, several more to go. Thankfully, I didn’t cry. I was probably preparing myself for others.
The next day, I accompanied my mom for a little mother-daughter bonding. We went to the playground and talked for a while. We ended the day with shopping. I was going to a new place, so I had to level up. I wasn't going as a regular person, but as a Luna. I wouldn’t want to lose in the fashion department.
On Thursday, I was out with the girls. They threw me a send-forth party, and it was fun. I definitely cried. We played games, shared gifts, and ate. The food is one of the things I will miss here. I came back home so drunk and late that I got a scolding from my dad, which rarely happens.
On Friday, I went to the spa for some facial treatments, a pedicure, and a manicure. I also got my hair braided in the local saloon. I finished the last round of packing and closed my box. I would be leaving early on Sunday morning. Richard was still to contact me.
On Saturday, we had a family dinner at a famous Italian restaurant outside the pack. My dad wanted to make the day memorable, so he contacted the alpha involved for permission and he agreed.
The food was delicious. I ate until I could barely lift myself. Conversation flowed and laughter filled the air as we went down memory lane. I am definitely going to miss them. I refused to be overshadowed by sad thoughts because it was a happy moment and I didn’t want to ruin the mood.
Instead of taking the car we originally came with, my dad decided we would all run in our wolf form and hunt as a family for the last time. We all shifted into our wolves and started with a walk, and before long, we broke into a run. Occasionally, we would stop to hunt for rabbits and other animals we could find.
After eating to our satisfaction, we continued the journey home. We howled loudly to the moon and got some replies from the pack. Soon everyone was in their wolf form, howling to the moon.
It was the best day of my life, but all good things must come to an end. and before long, it was over and I was heading to the airport.
I woke up as early as 4 am on Sunday morning to prepare for the long flight ahead. I have already packed everything I was going to need. I will be carrying only the essentials, and they fit into two boxes. I had a big suitcase with me and a small handbag. My mum even packed some spices and ingredients for me, in case I needed a taste of home. It's strange how tomorrow I'll be a Luna of the Blue Crescents rather than a Ravenwood pack member. My family all accompanied me to the airport. My mum was quietly sniffing, trying without fail to hold back her tears in front of the car. We arrived at the airport, and I went to get checked in for my flight and my luggage. It will be a one-way flight and it will take me to Southampton International Airport, and lucky me, it will be first class. We were all sitting in the waiting area when I heard a ping go off. It was from my phone. I opened it and quickly scanned the content and hissed. It read. I am so sorry I haven’t been able to reach you.
I woke up with a dull pain in my head. I lazily massaged my temples, feeling a little bump there. Something is wrong. I can just feel it. I raised my nose in the air, taking a big whiff of the air. The air is heavy and damp, pressing against my skin like a clammy shroud. Where am I? Most importantly, whose bed am I lying on? The velvety sheet that was pressed against my skin felt like heaven. I could just lie here forever. I, with much displeasure, peel my eyes open, rubbing away the sleep fogging my vision with my fingers. The scent of freshly baked pastries filled my nostrils. I could hear faint whispers around me. I looked towards the windows, which were covered by flowery drapes. This should be the pack house, but is this Richard’s room? I raised my nose to the air again, sniffing. It isn’t Richard. The citrus scent Richard has is so faint that it is almost non-existent. The soft chime from the grandfather clock interrupted my thoughts. 9 a.m. Wait, what? 9 a.m?? A gasp made its
"This," he gestured to the three-story building we were standing besides, "is the pack house. The Alpha and the beta stay here. Other pack members are also welcome here. But he/she must contribute to the maintenance of the place." "I see." "The training center and the gym are just behind the pack house. I don’t know if you noticed, but the pack’s school is the first building you will see as you enter the pack. The pack hospital is also located at the entrance of the pack. The buildings you see scattered around are houses belonging to pack members. And that is all." He said, scanning the environment. I looked up at him in disbelief. What the hell? "What sort of half-assed tour is this? I said 'a tour,' and that means actually walking around the pack showing me places PHYSICALLY, not just saying it." A light chuckle escaped his mouth at my little rant, "There is really nothing to see here, just bunches of-" "I don’t care," I interjected rudely, "I would still like to go. And if you
"Why the fuck are you here?" He furiously mouthed the words at me. His light brown eyes were so dark now that they seemed black. Rolling my eyes, I continued digging into my food, making sure to chew each morsel thoroughly. I could still feel his eyes drilling into me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under now. A devious plan came to my mind and I smiled as the wheels in my mind began to turn. Let us see how he will ignore me now. Taking a forkful of the pudding, I immediately began to hatch my plans. Looking at his face, I cut a piece of the sausage and stabbed it with the fork. And, without breaking eye contact... "A-ah," I let out a soft moan as I carefully transferred the sausage to my mouth. The meal was really kicking in now. The flavor burst into my mouth as I chewed the bacon-wrapped sausage. His light-brown eyes flashed gold almost immediately, in response to my moans. He licked his lips as his eyes followed my throat as I swallowed, hungrily taking me in. "What a
I didn’t register what was going on until I felt his lips on me. He was kissing me! Richard was kissing me! I was having my first kiss! My mind was on overdrive; the fact that Richard was kissing me was making all my senses go haywire. The kiss wasn’t like what I usually read; it wasn’t forceful or harsh. No, his mouth glided over mine like butter melting. The feeling of his mouth on mine made me close my eyes as I started getting into the kiss. He squeezed my ass again, although much harder than before, and I let out a gasp. He used that opportunity to thrust his tongue into my open mouth, tasting all of me. My hands moved to rest on his neck, gripping him tightly. His tongue dove into mine, clashing with mine, trying to fight for dominance, but I had nothing but submission to give. I was a piece of putty in his hands, merely a mouse to this piper. What started soft and tender began to get heated as our tongues clashed against each other, our hands exploring each other in a frantic
Already getting tired of being cooped up all day in his room, I made for the door, shutting it with a click. I came out, making sure to look both ways in case of a passerby. I wouldn’t want to start a controversy even before I was introduced to the pack. I made my way to the stairs, taking them two at a time. I was just basically going anywhere my steps led me, and if I was lucky, I was hoping to bump into Harry. I got to the first floor and decided to take a look, but immediately I looked inside the corridor, I had a change of heart. The hall was filled with people, mostly teenagers and young people roaming about. It was loud, with music blasting from one room, a complete contrast to the Alpha’s wing. I wasn’t going to risk it, so I moved on. On getting to the ground floor, I made my way to the refrigerator to get a drink, feeling energized as I gulped the cold liquid. Following the scent of chicken to the kitchen (get it, chicken, kitchen), I got to where they were preparing food.
"...so, who is she? I heard you got a new plaything." A deep, husky voice that I hadn't heard of rang from the hallway. It was a male, probably around my age. His voice was low-pitched, like he was talking in small letters, but it still had that authoritative ring. I heard a tired voice sigh. CITRUS. It was Richard. I hurried to the door to unbolt it from its lock. "What will become of Sophia now? I actually kind of like her—she was the only reasonable one among your exes." I yank the door from the hinges, my anger taking hold of me for the moment. It was just at the surface, and it was looking for any opportunity to burst out. If I hear anything about that damn Sophia again, I will scream bloody murder. I glared at the man whore in flesh, not caring about the reaction of the other person. Richard has a lot of groveling to do. At least he had the decency to turn his face to the other side when he saw that my face was anything but pleasant. But how bad is his dating history that peo
"You have a lot of explaining to do, Richard! What am I hearing about a new girl?" An angry female voice snarled. It was coming from the hallway, and she was making her way towards us very fast. Before long, the door opened with a bang, and a mature woman emitting a lot of power and anger walked in, her eyes scanning the room, looking for her target. There was no doubt that it was Richard's mother. He got his brown hair from her, and the delicate features too. Although she was on the shorter side, just reaching Richard's shoulders. She seemed like a force to reckon with. "Mom! What are you doing here? How did you get here?" "What did you think my legs were for? Just because I am old doesn't mean I am an invalid. And don't you dare try to change the topic." I decided to introduce myself to try and take the heat off him. "Good evening, ma'am." I curtsied, just like we do back at home when we greet people older than us. She looked at me strangely, not at all pleased at the intrusion
My hands were drumming on the table as the lady kept talking, and I tried to tune her out. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the meeting, my mind kept jumping to the children I left in the room. I had told Jesse to watch them, but I know he will be of no help. I was particularly worried about Jasmine, the oldest of my twins. She is known to be fearless and has a knack for inviting trouble, even though she just barely clocked 5. Her twin brother, Jason, was equally troublesome, but he was easier to control than his sister. When will this damn meeting be over? This was something I never got used to—sitting down for hours and hearing people talk. Richard noticed my attitude and smirked, "Feeling bored?" He asked me through the link. "You can say that again. I am just worried about the twins. You know what Jasmine can be like." It didn't help that I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. "Relax. Don't worry, they are in safe hands. My brother is watching over them.
"Alright, the bad news. Your mom is suffering from a stroke." Richard's face crumbled as he heard it. I held him, trying to comfort him in the best way I knew how. "But we are werewolves, Gamgam; we don't suffer illness." He tried to argue. "Yes I know, which is why it is rare. But your mother has been without a mate for a while, and it is affecting her. She is slowly deteriorating." "And the good news?" He asked, trying to gain hope. "The good news is that the operation was successful. We were extremely lucky that we got to her on time. She should be waking up soon." We all collectively heaved a sigh of relief. I could feel Richard untensing at her words. "Thank you so much, Gamgam. I am really grateful for everything." "It is alright." "She is also like a daughter to me, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her." Just then a male doctor and some nurses came outside. "This is Alexander. He was the head surgeon in charge of her operation, and he in fact needs to be praised.
I woke up with a splitting headache—now that I think of it, I am always waking up with a splitting headache. Anyways, I rub my hands over my sleepy eyes, trying to clear the sleep. Looking around, the sheets have been thrown on the floor during our steamy session. The bed was unmade and rough, and Richard was sleeping on it like that, eagle-spread and snoring. I frowned as the noise got to my ears. Reaching over, I pinched his nose tight, and it was able to control it.I looked around, trying to get my clothes. The red and white furniture is a stark contrast to our black furniture, which reminded me that this was not our room. But that begs me to ask the question, "Where were we?"But before I troubled myself with that piece of information, Richard would know best how to answer it. I need to look for my phone; if I could remember, someone was trying to reach me yesterday. But Richard collected my phone and switched it off.I shuffled to the edge of the bed and placed my legs gingerly
It has been a hassle trying to get Richard to leave the venue. He had gotten power drunk and was crazy about winning. Soon the locals found out that they were never going to beat him, so they got tired, and no one was in the mood to compete again.He looked around, searching for new competitors, but no one was willing to wrestle with the new person. "I see y'all are getting tired of being beaten at your game. But I get it, and I will go. Let me just get my money." Someone directed him to where all his earnings from the game have been stacked.We went over there, and bundles of 10-pound notes were stacked high on the table. "What are you going to do with all that money?" I asked him through the link."Hmm, I don't know. Probably convert it to the pack's fund?" I dug my elbows into his ribs, and he looked at me quizzically, "You know you can't do that. You will be ripping them off of their hard-earned money, and goddess knows they need it. Besides, I have seen the pack's account, and I
The sun had begun to set on the horizon, and darkness was slowly creeping into the place. But that was when the main show was getting started. According to Richard, I was going to experience the Southampton nightlife. The first place we visited was the Duke of Wellington, commonly known as "the Duke of Boots" by locals. The name was given after its namesake’s famous victory at the Battle of Waterloo. It was a formidable timber-framed building with colorful hanging baskets that greeted our arrival. We were led upstairs to the rooftop. It had a section for the bar and for the restaurant. We got seated in one of the chairs, and I got comfortable. I looked beyond the horizon, watching as the night was taken up by the stars and beautiful street lights. I looked up to see the moonlight shining down on us. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the night breeze. "Enjoying the view?" Richard whispered into my ears, and I nodded. "Yeah, it is beautiful. Thank you for today." He gazed at me, his dark
The date hasn't even begun, but overall, I was loving it. My skin was glowing after hours of pampering and care. My nails were on fleek, and even my hair was flawless. Apparently Richard told them to get a hair stylist for me because he wants me to look my best. Like can I love this man even more? He was just too sweet.I was heading towards the inner room to go get my clothes when the head of the spa handed me a bag and said it was from Richard, and she was gone like a flash. I looked at the corner where she had disappeared, wondering why she had given me a bag.I peered into the bag, and I could see black wrap. I was skeptical about it, but since it was from Richard, I trusted that it would be something good. Today has been full of surprises, and I wonder what he had planned. I went to the changing room and brought out the items from the bag, and my hunch was correct. It was new clothes.I tore the wrapper off the clothes in a hurry, my heart pounding within my ribcage, wondering
A date is exactly what I need now. I can't remember the last time we went on a date. As I tried to think of the last time, I was reminded of the first one we went to. It was unarguably my best date ever; not like I have ever had any before that. But he was a total gentleman there, and it was one of the reasons I started falling for him. I wonder where we will be going this time around. Just the thought of it was making me feel giddy. With our busy schedules, we barely had time for ourselves, so I am willing to take this opportunity and enjoy it to the fullest. We took a quick bath together; Richard wanted us to be out of here before he starts getting calls. Otherwise, we may be unable to go after all. "Where are we going to?" I asked him as we were getting dressed. He had been tight-lipped since, probably not wanting to spill. "I don't know, just get dressed; you will know when we get there." "That is the thing; I don't know what to wear. I need to know exactly where we are going
Richard opened the door, and the stench of alcohol hit me hard. I froze, my sensitive nose wrinkling at the smell of the fermented drink. I glared at him, my mouth pressing into a line. I was pissed at the fact that he left without telling me, making me worried, only to come back drunk. "Take care of him." Someone slurred, and I turned to look at who had brought him; it was his Beta and he also reeked of alcohol. "Ian, wait," but he was already off, staggering to his room while holding the wall for support. I was left alone with Richard, so I moved closer to hold and steady him. He was so drunk that he couldn't stand well. My ear pricked when I heard a loud crash on the floor. "Fucking floor, can you just be straight for a minute?!" He cursed at the ground. I was going to help him up when he called out, "I'm okie dokie; don't worry, Luna." I looked at the corridor, and it seems like he got it under control. He had picked himself up and was staggering back to his room. I shook my h
"What was the meaning of that, eh?" I questioned him as soon as we got back home. "The meaning of what?" He asked, like he didn't know what he just did. The urge to roll my eyes at him was so strong that I had to resist it. "The meaning of what happened back there with Harry." "Oh, that? That was nothing." He replied nonchalantly. "Why did you grip my waist tighter when he was around?" "Do I have any reason not to do so?" He replied offhandedly while unbuttoning his shirt. "You are my mate, and I can do whatever I want with you." "I know, Richard, but that is beside the point. You were trying to rile him and make him feel jealous." I argued further. "And so what if I did? Why does it bother you?" "It doesn't bother me, but you have to take into account that he doesn't have a mate, and you are rubbing that fact in his face." He sighed, pausing what he was doing, "drop it, Isabella; it is beginning to sound like you care about him." "What is that supposed to mean, he is my frie