Choosing Her Lycan Mate

Chapter 10

Izzy’s POV

After my super fun (NOT) morning doctor appointment, I pretty much hid in my room until I was told that Lycan King Douglas was on his way. I debate whether to make him wait, or to go out into the lounge area beforehand.

I give my current look a once over in the mirror. Pale blue demin designer jeans, a tight fitting white cami underneath an oversized bulky cream sweater, and cute cream colored boots complete the ensemble. My hair is in an elegant updo, and my makeup is applied lightly. I look perfect for a drizzly December day in Seattle. If we head outdoors, I have a cream color fur lined jacket and a knit cap and gloves that matches my sweater.

And honey, you’ve got a matching lacy pink thong and bra set, too, Laurel adds. Everyone knows that if your underwear matches, then the mating is YOUR idea!

Hush! I just like everything to coordinate, that’s all.

Enough staring at myself, I decide before Jan starts calling me vain again. I go to the lounge to wait for my… what should I even call this wolf? Boyfriend? Fiancée? Mate? No, it’s far too soon for those last two. And boyfriend implies that we are exclusive, which we are not. He told me to call him Dougy, but that seems far too familiar. I guess I’ll just call him Douglas for now.

Unfortunately, it is currently winter break. There is no school for the next two weeks. Normally we would have gone to Bull Run for the two weeks vacation, to spend some time skiing or playing in the snow on Mount Hood. But thanks to my current situation, and the fact that my brother in law Leo is no longer the Alpha of Bull Run, the plans were changed. Now I have to deal with all the rug rats underfoot, all of whom have decided to come gawk at Douglas and I.

I didn’t have a chance to shoo them all away before he walked in the door of our Royal penthouse suite. All 6 foot 6 inches of red headed muscle bound Scot. With friendly blue eyes that sparkled with merriment, and a super sexy smile.

And a kilt! Can’t we have just one little peek under there?

My eyes are inexplicably drawn to his kilt thanks to Laurel, and the knees and muscular calf muscles just below. His legs are quite hairy. My eyes move back up towards his sporran, which is placed in such a spot as to make me blush. My eyes eventually head up to his face, and he winks at me. Apparently he had been checking me out as well.

“Wow!” My nephew Benny said, coming right up to Douglas, and staring up at him in awe. “You’re really big!”

“Do you think so?” Douglas asks the pup, and then he picks Benny up so that they are looking at each other from the same level. “Is that better?”

“You’re not supposed to talk to strangers, Benny!” His sister Beatrice reminds him, and causing Benny to look frightened and Douglas to laugh.

“It’s alright, Benny,” Douglas tells him. “I was invited here by your folks! You can call me Dougy. You don’t really think your folks would invite anyone into their home that you should be afraid of, do you?”

Benny shakes his head no. But he decides he wants to get down anyway, and Douglas sets him down without a fuss. Meanwhile, Amy introduces Douglas to the rest of her pups that are here today. Dee, Jules, Beatrice, Magnus, Andy, and Chrissy, as well as our youngest sister Jan.

“And of course you’re already acquainted with Alex and Lucy who aren’t here right now,” Amy continues. “And besides these I also have two other pups, Lance and Johnathan, who live in Bull Run pack.”

“You have a very fine family, Queen Luna,” Douglas replies cordially. “I hope I may soon be similarly blessed by the goddess.”

He looks over at me and winks once more, causing me to blush yet again. Ugh. That obvious declaration of his intent has him loosing several points in my opinion. I have zero intention of becoming a pup making machine like my sister Amy! If I do have a pup or two, it will certainly not be happening right away, either. I’d like to enjoy my youth and freedom for a while, if I can. I don’t want to be tied down with a mate and a dozen pups.

Oh, honey, give him a chance! I bet if you tell him that you wish to wait before having pups, I’m sure he will be willing to wait.

Sigh. Alright.

Douglas is suddenly standing before me, and taking my hand in his much larger one, then bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

“It’s lovely to see you again, Princess!” He tells me, looking into my eyes. “You’re looking very bonny today!”

“Thanks,” I reply back and give him a shy smile.

I notice that Douglas has a wonderful deep voice and a delightful Scottish accent. Plus he’s so big and handsome. Yeah, I can give him a chance. But if he thinks we will be getting started on the first of our dozen pups today, he’s got another think coming!

I don’t know, honey, a dozen pups with this fine specimen of a wolf might not be enough! I bet he’ll be keeping our bed warm and cozy through those cold Scottish winters.

Oh damn, I had barely even considered the fact that I’ll have to move to some foreign country soon! I’m not just choosing a mate, but a whole new country and culture! My choices are Scotland, Greece, Romania, and the French Canadian city of Montreal. Hopefully I’ll like both the mate as well as the new abode.

“Shall you and I maybe go for a walk?” He suggests after a couple minutes of just standing there awkwardly, surrounded by way too much of my family.

“Yes!” I say enthusiastically, eager to get away from the unwelcome peanut gallery. “Outside, or just wander about inside the palace?”

“Outside, I think,” he says after thinking for a brief moment. “You’ll be safe enough with me!”

“Let me go grab my coat,” I mention, and tell him I’ll be right back.

Amy stops me as I try to pass her, and reminds me I have to take her Gamma Dante as chaperone. He will be along momentarily.

“Great,” I say out loud like I’m annoyed, but internally I’m relieved. I don’t know how ready I am to be alone with such a gorgeous and intimidating testosterone fueled male wolf. But is it him that I’m afraid of, or am I actually afraid my own desires? Because even though I’m trying to ignore Laurels gibes and questionable advice… I believe deep down that she’s only echoing what I really truly subconsciously want!

I’m obviously very conflicted about how I feel and what I ultimately want my future life to be like.

Trust me, honey, I gotcha!