Loving My Mate

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BRIGHTON POV

I made my decision last night to be a confident luna, and I think I accomplished that. I know Harrison tried to contact me all day, but I needed to amp myself up. I discussed with Maggie how I wanted to handle Tara, to see if it was a good move, and she approved. Talking and doing are two totally different things. I changed my outfit numerous of times while going over in my head what to say and how to do things.

I showed up to the restaurant early but couldn’t shake off my nerves, especially after seeing my family. I finally got the nerve to go out when Tara realized she wasn’t being served. I wanted to break that news to her. When I finally sat down and held onto Harrison’s hand, it gave me strength to feel empowered by my new role in life.

When she finally left, conversations carried over casually, and all I wanted was to be with my mate.

Harrison told Mark to take my car to the house, which means we were walking home, a.k.a a lot of talking time. As we watched the tail lights fade, I sighed, trying to figure out what to say, but before I could blink, Harris spun me towards him and kissed me lightly on the lips. Soft at first as if reassuring me everything was okay, and when I responded, his dominance showed with passion. I ended the kiss and leaned my cheek on his shoulder hugging him tightly. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever.

He broke up our hug and I took off my shoes. He grabbed my hand in his and started walking towards the forest. The further we got away from the town square, the more mother nature played its tune. Crickets were chirping, owls started hooting. Fireflies casually playing chase in the background. The soft grass below my feet is cool to the touch and I sigh with contentment. I know we are headed to my house, possibly for the last time. It’s going to be a change when I move into the pack house, but it’s something I’m willing to do for him.

“How are you feeling Brigh?... about everything?” That was a loaded question.

“I’m sorry for making you worry last night and today. I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it.” He stopped and turned to me with a questioning face. “Do what?”

I pecked him on the lips and took his hand to start walking again. “To prove that I was fit for luna- to be all diplomatic, yet just in my decisions without the emotional drama. To be worthy to be by your side.” I said the last part softy but loud enough for him to hear. I hear him sigh in frustration but we never broke our stride walking towards home.

He takes my hand and tucks it under his arm and I lean on him for support. “You were brilliant tonight sweetheart. Not only did you rightfully take charge, you did it with grace, as if you were a natural. Everyone was proud of you.”

I laugh to myself. “Well, except Tara.” He laughs out loud and squeezes my hand.

“I really thought the worse when you left like that. I would never hurt you like that Brighton. Never.” I can hear the fear and sadness in his voice. I take his arm to drape over my shoulders as I hug his waist. It’s awkward walking like this, but I don’t care right now.

Before we head straight towards the pack house, he veers us to a path on the right that leads to the Glade, and a soft smile forms on my lips. I love being in the Glade, especially at night, so I don’t question his motives.

“I know sometimes I’ll freak out with my anxiety attacks, but I know I’m getting better with rationalizing my thoughts. No matter what situation it would appear, I’ll always be on your side Harris. No matter what. So never think that I’ll leave you.” He kisses my head and we fall into a comfortable silence. About twenty mins later we find ourselves at the Glade.

Harrison sits down and pulls me down to sit in front of him between his legs as we listen to the sounds of mother nature. He encases my body with his arms and sets his chin on my shoulder. “Do you remember our first art project of your freshman year, the one about life in the present?” I nodded my head. “You said you felt peace and finally found a pack to feel at home to. I remember me feeling the exact same way as you spoke. Something changed in me that summer before we met. I was actually wanting to do my alpha responsibilities for the first time. Then when I met you in school, it was the first time I felt a sense of pride in my pact members. You were the first one I felt like I could take care of and protect. As we got older, I realized I was starting to like you as more than a friend, but I didn’t deserve you at that time. All the years I was gone, no place felt right. I always knew I was coming back, but I never thought I would miss this place as much as I did. Turns out, it was you. Everything that makes me alpha, to be better for our pack, to protect and grow, it’s always been you. You said so yourself that you felt a sense of peace being here, and I feel the exact same. When we are together, everything just falls into place. You are perfect for me because you make me want to be a better alpha, and I am perfect for you because I can ease your pain to let you be the best luna you can be.“ This man makes it so hard not to cry by his beautiful words.

I looked out towards the water where a firefly was dancing across the ripples made by a fish. I was thinking about what Harris said, then of my parents on how happy they would be for me that I had such a wonderful mate. I leaned back into his embrace, feeling the warmth of this man I can call my own. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my next and inhales my scent. I don’t even try to suppress my moan.

“Goddess I missed you,” he whispers huskily into my ear. “Are you ready to go home babe?”

“Yes,” I say smiling. He helps me up, but instead of going in the direction of my house, he walks us towards a path I’ve never seen before.

“Where are we going?” I turn to him for an answer but instead he just smirks. Five minutes later we come into a clearing and my mouth just drops. I stop dead in my tracks and pull on his arm. He turns to me smiling. “Welcome home baby.”

20 feet in front of us is a small two story house with a wrap around porch. There fairy lights, lighting up the porch and walkway. There’s even a porch swing. He gestures for me to explore and I walk up the porch steps to the main door. With a shaky hand, I open the door and walk inside. Everything is brand new and smells of cedar wood. It’s an open concept living and dining area, but it’s not too big. It’s already furnished with a comfortable looking couch and two cozy chairs that surround a fireplace. The walls have built in book cases already full of books from my house, as well as photos of our friends and family. Tears are streaming down my face as I see a larger print of me and my parent’s photo from my nightstand, proudly on display. Arms start going around my waist, but I quickly turn and hug the s**t out of him.

“Do you like it baby?”

“It’s beautiful…. But what did you do?” I look at him with amazed eyes, while his are lit up with pure satisfaction.

“This is our home sweetheart. I never want you to feel like you are not yourself, especially not in our house. Mom and dad are going to stay at the pack house apartments. This is ours. 5 minutes from a peace haven, so you can always walk there and find solace.” He goes to explain the layout of the house- 3 bedrooms, an office, lavish kitchen. It was perfect.

“Three bedrooms huh?” I say huskily.

“Two are empty for now, but I know it won’t take long to fill them up,” he states proudly.

He walks me to the bedroom where the lighting is low and candles are lit. As I’m facing the bed, he unzips my skirt and let it fall to the ground. He lifts my arms up and slowly starts taking off my blouse. I turn around, untuck his shirt, pulling it up and throwing it on the ground. I go for his belt buckle and slowly take it out through the loops. I unbutton his pants and let those fall to the floor for him to step out of. His eyes are hooded with passion for me, and he tugs me tightly against his body without breaking eye contact.

“I think it’s time I properly thank my mate for loving me.”

I kiss him hard on the lips, only breaking away to catch a breath. “No sweetheart. It’s time for me to thank you.”