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07

Chapter Seven

Is this what safety feels like?

Emmi Parker’s Point of View

What should I do now?

I do not think that moving is relatively possible by this point without having to make a mess. My body was aching in all the possible sides but I could not utter any signs of constraint. Not only does the position seem hard to keep on now, but my body was also slightly reacting to the level of control that the human has.

My mind cannot generally form how many days my wolf had been running through the forest, but judging by how battered it feels—it must have been longer than I initially thought.

Even still, I stayed rooted to where I was. I needed them to be comfortable.

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by my voice inviting them in. As soon as they did, I flash a small smile as I saw my mate. The reaction seemed automatic now, and he did seem like he was expecting it whenever we see each other.

“I’m here to save you,” he muttered in a soft voice, seeing me seated in the middle of the bed as the three girls were sprawled all over me, snoring softly in their places. “I’m sorry. A lot of issues held me back later than I thought.”

Some warriors had already given me the exact same words, thus putting me in the position that I am in now. The kids wanted me to be with them, clearly forgetting that the bed was made for them— and by that, it means that it only holds their size.

“It seems like you had taken good care of them, instead of them taking good care of you.”

I smiled softly, shaking my head into letting him see any wrong with what they did. “I do not mind. They are charming girls and they wanted me to read them a story. Sometimes, I do forget that my storytelling abilities are really good.”

“Are they?” He mused, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “My sisters always wanted to have an older sister. They were preparing for your arrival since they knew you existed. I know they will be excited, but not this much.”

It did explain the clothes.

To what I honestly thought when my mate had told me that they would dress me, the twins would offer me their own clothes to wear. However, it turns out that every time that the twins would buy themselves some clothes, they would let their Mom buy them a single outfit for me.

Who would do that?

Now, there is a specific place in their closet solely for me.

The gesture is lovely.

“Let us get you up from there before you have some cramps.” He whispered, carefully picking Khloe from me. She was hugging me close as her legs were draped on mine. The second that he had softly grabbed her away from me, she only whines. The panic swirl inside of me, not wanting her to cry. My mate seemed to have everything handled though, as it did not even last five seconds before she had snuggled to his shoulders. Since Karissa and Kamilla had pressed their beds together, it was only Khloe who needed to be ushered back into her room. It was relatively easy to escape them with the help of my mate.

He really does know what he needed to do.

It does make it seem like he had experienced this beforehand.

“So how many times a day do they do this to you?” I questioned, looking back at him.

He smiled, chuckling softly as he put Khloe back to bed. “We use to pretend that I am their older sister and would do this every time they wanted to have some family time.”

“And you’ll pretend to be a woman?” I asked.

“Only because they asked me to.” He replied, crackling a laugh.

I understand that they have different bonds, From the way the twins were treating Khloe, my mind already knows how the family functions. They had never reprimanded her when she did something wrong, they would choose to tell her what she needed to do and she’ll smile knowing she had accomplished something.

“You should go to bed, it’s getting late.”

The story of sleeping made me question where I would sleep by tonight. I was sure that Luna is always meant to sleep in the Alpha’s bed… is he insinuating that I would be sleeping in his bed?

Opening the dark black doors, I was welcomed to a room. Judging by the scent that continued to linger here, I can very much guess that this was his. This is a place where his scent seemed dominant. It was filled with his intoxicating smell, and a few steps from the door was a clean portrait of him.

“Here you go, all of these are new.” I was surprised when he had offered me pajamas as he pointed into a door close to us. “Take a bath before you go to sleep, and if you need something there will always be a warrior around. If you want something to eat before sleeping, you can always tell them to have a server guide you.”

“Are you leaving?”

My question seemed to raise something from him as he leaned forward; my heartbeat loudly into having him this close to me. I sucked in a breath, not wanting the moment to stop as he smiled. His hands rose to my cheeks as he answered me.

“I do not think I can control myself in the bed with your scent hitting my nose every five seconds.” His voice was deep, luring me into his hold as he leaned into my neck and sniffed. My legs grew wobbly, causing his hands to hold me close. I let out a small breath, to which tighten his hold on me. Everything around him seemed to be making my body grow hot, causing me to pres my legs together. I know that a mate’s pheromones are highly addictive, but I was not aware that it was to this extent.

“I do not want to rush you,” he breathes.

“Oh…” I muttered.

He smiled, kissing my forehead lightly. The distance he put between us seemed smooth, but the vein that flexed on his arms tells me enough that he struggled in making that happen. “I’ll be observing the patrols today, but I have men here who can assist your needs if you needed me.”

“Thank you.”

“You are always welcome, angel.”

The second that he had left the room; I know that I should rest and take a bath but I was transfixed into his portrait. My hands lingered on the frame, touching it ever so carefully. It was taken when he had reached 18. Most Alphas who is well known always carried this tradition.

“That reminds me…” I frowned, looking back at the closed door. “I never knew which pack and Alpha I am with.”

Leaning into the plaque, I read the words slowly. “18 yeard old…” I dragged, fingers swiping through each letter as I did. The second I got to the name, my eyes grew wide. The pajama fell to the floor as the horror flashed into my eyes. Reading every word feels so wrong as the name was nothing but familiar.

Kaiden Axreign Wright.

I was ways away from my pack, but I knew how exactly the man was. It was a household name, reaching even the deepest part of our pack. He is the successor of Alpha Leighton Wright; they were known to be a fierce pack that holds danger and violence to everyone who had the mistake of stepping into their pack.

“No…” I whispered, remembering everything that had happened here. Nobody treated me so wrong, and all were welcoming and happy to have me here. Even when I was a rogue, I never received anything ill welcoming. The Beta just wanted me to be kept for protocol and was even given some aid. “That seemed wrong, they were all friendly and my mate was not the rumored man who could crush anyone who is opposed him.”

That is what I am telling myself, but the fear was taking over me. It is really? Even my Alpha was terrified of this man, and I have vaguely remembered how he needed some medicine for his anxiety due to the next presentation with this pack. Many werewolves were afraid of him, and I was one of those people.

Did I really have an Alpha who is a wolf in sheep’s clothing?