Chapter30
Hunters Pov
My mate stared at me with a raised brow, her dark locks piled on top of her head as they were held in place with a large black claw clip. I couldn’t help but keep brushing the small strands which she had kept down to frame her face, loving the feel of her silk locks on my fingers as I tucked them behind her adorable little ears.
I was currently running my hand through my hair yet again as I stared at my confused mate, trying to work up the courage to ask her to meet my parents and look around the pack house. I didn’t want to push her to live with me, but she was my mate and I hated to think of the sort of place she was staying at now. It drove both me and my wolf nuts, knowing I should be caring and providing for her yet knowing she wouldn’t allow it like I wished she would.
It had been a few days since the whole fire incident and everyone was on their guard, the scent of a rouge being near the house when we went to investigate. I wanted to strangle Stacy when we had identified it as a rouges doing and not of my mates, yet she had dared blame her out right without bothering to
ck her facts and scent the area around her like she should have done! It was basic procedure to identify any scents straight away, if it had of rained they would have been washed away and we would have been left non–the–wiser. For a shifter, she could be extremely foolish sometimes.
I was brought out of my thoughts when my mates beautiful voice cut through the awkward silence which I had unfortunately built up with my stuttering, I was relieved to say the least.
“What did you want to ask me Hunter?” she asked with a slight frown, playing with a blade of grass since we were sitting on the field. She had found the perfect spot according to her, it being under a large willow tree which while gave you shade made sure you got the warm summer breeze.
“Look…you don’t have to say yes…but…urm” I stuttered as I felt my tanned skin heat up with both embarrassment and frustration, why couldn’t I just ask her? Oh, that’s right, I was afraid she would say no and things would get awkward. God this sucks! I was the alpha for sucks sake!
“Hunter, just ask me” she smiled, the amused look in her eyes causing me to pout playfully. It was worth it though, her laughter filling the field, entrancing both myself and some of the unmated wolves around us who had turned at the airy sound of her laugh.
That was another thing which I had noticed, how my mate seemed to have captured all of their attention for some reason. Sure she was funny, sweet, sexy and incredibly badass but that didn’t mean they had a shot with her! She was mine, and I knew my wolf would kill any who thought they had a claim on her.
“Will you meet my parents tonight?” I blurted out before I could help myself, already preparing myself for the rejection when I saw her stunned and taken aback expression.
“Urm…why?” she asked nervously as she avoided eye contact with me, a strange emotion on her face as she flushed an adorable red which made me again wonder how far it went down. She rarely blushed, but when she did it was just delicious to watch.
“What do you mean why?” I asked curlously, why wouldn’t I want them to meet her?
“I just didn’t expect to ever meet them Hunter, I mean why would you want your parents to meet a rouge who just happens to be your mate?” she asked, her voice I could tell was filled with insecurities even if she had tried to hide it behind annoyance. I sighed, grabbing her chin gently as I got her to look at me only for my thoughts on her insecurities to be confirmed as I looked into her amazingly emeraldorbs
“You are not a rouge baby, you are my mate and you have no idea how glad I am that fate had chosen my other–half to be you,” I smiled with e
i complete honestly, needing and wanting her to understand that even if I had the power to change it then it wouldn’t even cross my mind, she was my everything, and I was not going to ruin that
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.