The Liekos Pack Series

TPDM: Chapter 2

The Pack Doctors Mate

Warren's POV

Out of all the things to happen to me today finding my mate was far from my mind. I had been looking for her since I turned 18 and my wolf was finally able to sense her but after 8 years and no luck I was starting to think maybe I was meant to be without one. It is rare but some wolves don't ever find their mates, whether it be destiny or just terrible luck no one truly knows. About two years ago I stopped actively looking, for example visiting other packs or traveling overseas just in case, and although the thought of my mate always lingered in the back of my mind day by day it lessened. As soon as I got our of my car after arriving at the hospital Franklin, my wolf, started going berserk picking up her scent in less than a millisecond.

I ran to the elevator where her sweet smell led and called out for her to hold it praying to the goddess she heard me. As soon as her eyes fell on me I could hear her heart rate pick up slightly meaning she was at least a little attracted to me. She was stunning with chocolate brown curly hair falling loosely around her heart shaped face. Forrest Green eyes, almond, perfectly round nose, and plump pink lips begging to be kissed. Suddenly the sweetest sound came from her, a tiny giggle, and I had to know what went through her mind causing such a reaction. Being so close to her in the elevator was torture. She seemed uneasy about something yet drawn to me.

She is human I could smell that right away and although I have no problem with that it makes things a little harder. First I have to convince her to give me a chance and then eventually open up to my true nature. A few members of our pack ended up with human mates as well and they all took it well enough but there is always a chance she won't. She could call me crazy and leave. I would have to break our bond or I would go feral without her. The thought of not having my mate hurts and I stop thinking the worst and focus on the beauty next to me.

She mentions running her hands through my hair, messing it up, and that thought intrigues me as my own imagination takes over. I can't help but get closer to her leaning down to inhale her heavenly smell. Its the only thing keeping my wolf sane right now. He wants to rip off all her clothes, mate, and mark her this instant. The word slips from my mouth as I tease her and she tenses which confuses me. She asks for confirmation of what I said and off of basic instinct to protect our kind I lie all too easily but in the back of my mind I'm wondering if somehow she already knows about our kind. Why else would she react like that to the word "mate". Before I get a chance to ask her the doors open and she slithers past the two others entering.

I want to chase after her but they are both blocking my way and starts asking me for directions to a certain floor. I can't be rude, its not in my nature, even if my mate is the most important thing to me. Plus she said she was new in town confirming she's staying nearby and this is her first day so her working here will make it even easier to track her down. I can be patient a few more days. Although I've been the pack's lead doctor the past five years in order for me to work in the human hospitals I had to do things their way meaning 8 years of schooling, testing, and real life practice. Things in the werewolf community worked a little different but since we had humans living in our pack and you never know who may stumble onto our territory I thought it best to learn with them and work them one or twice a week to keep myself on top of my game.

Thinking about my mate working in the hospital full time without me, surrounded by males who could possibly try to pursue her makes me feel uneasy. I will definitely need to try and convince her somehow to come work at the pack's hospital full time instead. Of course if she really wanted to I would never force her to do something she didn't want to do. Suddenly the thought that she knows what I meant by mate pops into my head and the way she bolted makes me worry she intends to reject me and that makes my wolf whimper in my head. It's always a possibility but I would fight with everything I have to keep her and make her happy. I've waited so long for her and I just want the kind of love my parents share.

I try to focus on work but the thought of her sweet lips and astonishing scent clouds every one of my thoughts. My wolf keeps urging me just to leave early and go home. I realize its for the best considering my focus isn't 100% on my job and that could lead to a disaster. Things are rather slow and my supervisor has no issues with me leaving early so I get in the car and head home. I park in the large garage two miles outside our pack lands. The pack owns about 15 cars that we all share. Since we typically run everywhere or anywhere we absolutely need too and most pack members rarely leave the pack it made sense to just buy a small amount for the pack as a whole to use together. Thankfully we are pretty self sufficient when it comes to food, we buy clothes in bulk, as well as other necessities and have them all delivered by semi twice a year.

I put the keys in the box mounted to the wall where they are all kept and change clothes in the small locker room towards the back. Then I step outside quickly and give my wolf control to shift and run up into our pack lands. Along the way the faint scent of our mate hit his nose and excitedly he runs even faster than I thought possible. Shifting back right outside the pack house I throw on some basketball shorts and a tank top we keep in a cubby system with tons of different size and style ranges. Once inside I follow her amazing smell right to the dining hall where dinner is about to start but stop dead in my tracks when I see Gavin, Cami's little brother, with his arms wrapped tightly around my mate.

Franklin pushes forth a loud possessive growl which I can't be mad about considering that pups paws are all over OUR mate. I rush over and pull her gently from his arms before wrapping my own tightly around her. Dipping my face into the crook of her neck to calm Franklin. She doesn't move which confirms, along with the fact she is here in our pack, she knows about our kind and thankfully she isn't too scared. She must sense I need her close for a few moments because she doesn't attempt to pull away either like most would. I lean back needing to see her gorgeous face again. Even though it's only been a few hours I feel like I've already forgot to what it looks like. I could stare at her all day and I realize if everything goes right I'll be able to do just that.

After confirming she knows about us I need to know if that's why she ran away so quickly. She claims she's not scared but something is clearly up when she asks to talk in private. I'm glad when she accepts my offer to cook for her at my, hopefully soon to be our home. I grab her hand and start leading the away. I can't help being in a hurry to get her alone all to myself for a little while. She's been on my mind all day and we have so much to learn about each other along with a ton to discuss. The thought that she knows about us and intends to reject me, hence the request for privacy, crosses my mind but I refuse to accept it. I will convince her to at least give me a chance. I can't just let her go after finally finding her but whatever her reservations are I know I will need to ease them and will willingly do so without hesitation. I'll do anything for my mate even accept a rejection after she gives me a proper chance.

Once outside I fall in line with her still holding onto her hand, loving that she doesn't try to take it from my own, and lead the way towards my house. Its near the pack's hospital in case of emergencies I'm never too far. I can see her looking around as we walk in a comfortable silence as she is clearly trying to take in her new surroundings still. I'm sure Thaddeus or Harley gave her a brief tour earlier but it definitely takes some getting used to. Trees are scattered throughout the territory with houses built in empty spaces. Walking along the path to my house next to my mate with her delicate hand in my own makes me feel whole and a level of happiness I've never felt before. Just simply being in her presence is so relaxing and simplistically fantastic.

"Welcome home," I say once my house comes into view and look down at her watching her eyes take in the two story home painted forrest green to slightly blend in with its surroundings, a bay window sticking out slightly on the left side of the porch so you can sit on the inside to read with a great view of the outside, and set of chairs with a table in between on the other side for sitting outside on the nicer days.

"It's beautiful," she simply states as I open the door and gesture for her to go in ahead of me.

"Would you like a tour first or do you want to eat first?"

"Can we eat and talk first," she asks timidly making me wonder why she seems hesitant to voice what she wants.

"Anything for you love," I whisper before placing a small kiss on her cheek and leading the way to the kitchen.

I pull one of the high back swivel chairs from the outside part of the island that I eat at when enjoying meals at home. Since typically we eat dinner together as a pack I didn't see a sense in having a dining room built when an island was fine with me. I pull out a cutting board from one of the cabinets on the inside part of the island, along with a knife, then grab meat and veggies from the fridge. Deciding to make a stir fry, I grab my wok and turn on the stove to warm it up while I chop things up. I can see her fidgeting with her fingers on top of the counter seemingly unsure how to act in this situation.

"Relax please," I start with. "It's just me. We are just going to talk and get to know each other. No pressure."

"Yeah no pressure," she mumbles lowly but I catch it.

"Let's start with how you know about werewolves."

"My mother is mated to a wolf, my Step-Father Eric. We moved in with him when I was 8 so I sorta grew up in his pack. Although I didn't really feel like I fit in most of the time. It wasn't anyones doing. Everyone was really nice considering we were humans but I just never felt like that pack was my home. I can't explain it."

"Honestly... it's probably because this is meant to be your home. If you felt at home there you may never have made your way here and we wouldn't have found each other. Our goddess definitely works in mysterious ways sometimes. Can I ask what brought you here," I explain and as soon I ask the question her shoulders tense. "We don't have to talk about it right now," I say placing some oil and the meat over the burner.

"No," she spits out. "We need to. You need to understand why... why I ran and why I feel conflicted about having a mate."

"Did you already have one," I ask, jealousy blooming at the thought of another man calling her his.

"Not really but kind of," she answers hesitantly and I stir the meat around for an even cook while trying to keep myself calm and listen because I have a bad feeling this story isn't good. "Once I hit puberty male wolves slowly started taking an interest in me," she starts. "I never really paid them any mind because I wasn't the type to just fool around with a guy especially one who has a mate out there somewhere waiting for them. Shortly after turning 17 I gained the interest of the pack's Gamma. He was handsome," she says, pausing when a low growl slips from my lips. "Sorry," she mutters out.

"Please don't apologize. You did nothing wrong Franklin and I just don't like you calling another wolf handsome."

"Is that his name... your wolf," she asks.

"Yes and although it is hard to hear please continue. I want to know everything."

"Anyways, I was friendly with him and over the next year we became close but it felt more friendly on my end than his. On my 18th birthday he claimed I was his mate. I don't know if I truly believe that."

"Did you feel the little sparks like you do with me?"

"No... why is that? I'm human... how can I feel the sensations of the bond."

"With your true mate, which he clearly wasn't," I add with a scoff. "Everything is different. Even for humans. You will feel everything I do just not to the extent I can."

"Oh," she simply says and I then to grab the veggies to add and catch her checking out my a**, a slight blush appearing across her cheeks upon realizing she's been caught. "I respect wolves and your goddess. My Step-Father taught me all about how sacred a mate bond is and if Paul was right and I truly was his mate I though I at least owed to him to try. After graduating high school I started taking some classes outside of the pack to get my nursing degree. Paul occupied pretty much all my free time the next three years. I kind of just went with the flow and let it happen. He was always possessive of me. Not liking me being around other wolves for too long male or female. It wasn't until my 21st birthday he took things too far. I wanted to go out with my friends without him but he wouldn't allow me that luxury. He basically kidnapped me and held me in his room for the entire weekend."

"Did he," I ask turning around abruptly unable to finish the sentence as the spatula in my hand snaps in half.

"No," she answers quickly. "Thankfully he never made me go further than I was comfortable with but he started talking about marking me even though I repeatedly said I didn't want him to mark me. He was becoming more persistent insisting he mark me immediately. If he had does that mean our bond would have broken?"

"I'm not sure. Considering I'm your true mate and if it was forced upon you..."

"What if I never want you to mark me," she asks.

"Then I won't mark you," I answer plainly.

"But... Paul said your wolves go crazy if their mates are unmarked for too long."

"Well he's a liar. It can make them restless at times and as you saw earlier a tad territorial when other male wolves are near but it is bearable and not an absolute necessity. I would want you to want to bare my mark."

"Can we table the marking talk for another time," she asks in a hushed tone looking down at the ground, almost scared to ask, and I have a feeling Paul is to blame for her being scared to ask such things.

"My love," I say throwing the broken utensil in the garbage, making my way over to her, turning her chair to face me, and lifting her chin to meet my gaze. "You're in control here. I'm yours. I follow your lead and we go your pace however fast or slow that may be. I've waited eight years for you I don't mind waiting as long as you need to get to know and fully accept me. If you ever feel you don't want this just tell me and we can reject each other. I won't force you to be with me."

"You," she says looking up at my eyes wide surprised by my confession. "You really are perfect... Will you," she starts to say her eyes falling to my lips as she lightly bites down on her bottom one for only a moment. "Will you kiss me please? It's all I've been able to think about since the elevator," she asks, that along with her admission is all the go ahead I need to move my hand down to the side of her neck, and lower my head down to hers our lips lightly touching the first time.

I move slowly methodically at first simply enjoy the feeling of her sweet lips. She spreads her legs apart and reaches behind me pulling my lower back forward then hooking her ankles around the back of my knees as she slips her tongue in with mine turning her head slightly to deepen the kiss. My desire for her grows as she continues to pull me closer even though we are already flush against each other. The sweet smell of her fills the room as we both begin to get hot and heated from the heavy make out session. It isn't until I smell burning that I break away and rush over to turn off the stove. I hear her whimper and it makes me smile that she hates stopping as much as I did.