Chapter 51

Aurora's POV

Blake and I made it back to the Packhouse around noon. Blake and I went to his, or I should say our floor.

"I had most of your belongings moved in already, mostly your clothing and shoes. I told them not to go through any of your personal belongings. I thought you might like to go through that yourself. After a day or so, we can go to John's floor and get the remainder of your things," Blake said as we made it to our bedroom.

"That sounds like a good idea," I replied as I sat on the bed, and Blake sat beside me. A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door.

"I will get that," Blake said and went to answer the door. Blake came back into the room with John and Brandon following him. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Brandon asked

"I feel okay," I replied

"I am happy you are back home and well," Brandon replied.

"Let's go in the living room to talk," Blake said, and we headed to the living room. John and Brandon sat on the couch across from where Blake and I were sitting on the loveseat.

"So, what did you find?" Blake asked.

"We went through moms things, and at first, I didn't see anything that could tell us who Aurora's father is," John said

"But then I came across a photo of their mom and the Werewolf King," Brandon added.

"Really?" Blake asked

"Yes, and I was shocked because of my mom's feelings about werewolves. But then, we looked through more photos and found numerous photos of her with the Werewolf King. I was shocked when I saw myself in some of the photos as a baby with my mom and the Werewolf King," John said and held a picture out for Blake to take.

Blake took the photo, and we both looked at it. It was a picture of my mom and a man that had his arms wrapped around her body, and My mom was holding John.

"As you can see in the photo, it looks like they are together as a couple," John said. I looked at the man whose hands were wrapped possessively over my mom and could see that he had the same green eyes that I had.

"We think he is your father, Aurora," Brandon said, and I agreed. I looked a lot like him.

"What I don't understand is when was my mom with him? She hated werewolves because of my father but was also with the Werewolf King. Did she not know he was a werewolf as well?" John asked

"I don't know. I know you don't want to do this, but I think it is important to speak with your father. Maybe he knows something," Brandon said, and John sighed.

"I know you are right. He has been trying to get me to talk to him for a long time. I guess I will have to go over to the Red Moon Pack and Speak with him," John said

"You don't have to, John. I don't want you to do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable," I replied. I could tell he wasn't comfortable speaking with his father.

"No. It's alright. I will talk to him. This is important," John said. We talked for a while longer, and then John and Brandon left. John was going to call his father and schedule a time to meet. Blake and I were going to go with him. I wanted to hear what he had to say about everything.

After John and Brandon left, I went into the kitchen. "What are you doing, My Love?" Blake asked

"I am going to make dinner. I am hungry, and I am sure you are too," I replied, taking the ingredients out to make spaghetti.

"You should be resting. We can order delivery," Blake said

"It's fine, Blake. I don't want to order anything. I want to cook for my Mate," I replied and connected my lips to his, kissing him softly.

"Okay," Blake said with a smile on his face. He sat at the table and watched as I made dinner. Blake set the table once I was finished, and I plated the food.

"Thanks, My Love. I could get used to this," Blake said as I served him his food.

"You better because I will be cooking for you a lot," I replied and sat

beside him. We ate in silence, both enjoying our food.

"I like the sound of that."

"I will take care of the dishes, My Love," Blake said as I started making dishwater.

"I can do it," I replied

"You already made this great meal. I will clean the dishes. You go ahead and have a seat," Blake said.

"Okay," I said and headed to our bedroom. I decided to start unpacking my belongings. I opened the walk-in closet to see Blake had cleaned out the right side for my things, which made me smile. It was nice knowing Blake wanted me to live with him so badly.

I started hanging my clothes on hangers and putting my shoes up. "You are putting your things up?" Blake asked. He was smiling at me by the closet door.

"Yeah, I thought it would be good to put my things away. I hope that is alright with you," I replied

"Of course, it's alright, My Love. Would you like some help," Blake asked as he walked over and sat next to me in the closet.

"Sure," I replied, and Blake started helping me put my clothes up. Once we had finished putting everything away, Blake and I sat on the bed.

"Thanks for helping me," I said.

"of course, My Love," Blake replied, pulling me to sit on his lap in a straddling position. Blake started sucking on my neck where his mark lay, and I moaned in pleasure.

"I need to be inside of you, My Love."