The Dark Thrall: Mating Olivia

Chapter5

Chapter Five

Jose parked in front of the house and I looked at the small little bungalow style home that was given to me by my alpha. It wasn’t much, but it was enough space for now. The house was painted a cheery yellow and I really needed to get some flowers for the little flower beds this spring.

Maybe it would help me start to view this as my home instead of just the place where I was staying for now. The light was on in the living room and I hoped that they were still up.

“Thank you,” I said to Jose as I undid my seatbelt, opening the door.

“No problem, Liv. You know Gloria and I consider you one of our own.” He said, turning the keys from the ignition of his truck and pulling them out. He undid his seatbelt and both of us got out of his truck.

It was an older truck that he had restored with his sons when the boys were still at home. The Chevy was his pride and joy. Its black and chrome paint job gleamed in the moonlight as I got out. Closing my door, he clicked the lock, and we made our way up the sidewalk to my house.

One day, I hoped to have a real home. One that was bigger than the small two-bedroom house, maybe with a big backyard for lots of pups to play in.

I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath of the cool night air. It was best not to think that way and I knew that it was my wolf and her needs coloring mine. I had been around those dragons and it had reminded my body of its biological urges. That was all it was.

In a week or two, my heat would start. After that, my head would clear and I knew that I’d go back to normal and so would my wolf. Rolling my shoulders, I shifted my purse around to the front of my body, pulling my keys out the closer we got to the door.

I went to put the key into the lock, but the door swung open. Gloria stood there holding the door, her red lipstick perfect. Just like her bleached blonde hair, I didn’t know how she did it.

Being a mom and still looking so put together. Her lips parted in a grin as she looked at Jose and I.

“Livie, Jose.” She said, stepping to the side and letting us walk in. The door closed behind us and she moved over to the couch, picking up her bag. “I brought you some dinner, hon.”

“Thanks, Gloria. You know you didn’t have to do that.”

She waved a hand at me, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she moved to stand next to her husband. “Please, you know I don’t mind.”

I gave her a tired smile before moving to sit on the well worn denim couch. My feet ached and I was tired, but I didn’t want to be rude.

“You guys are too good to me.”

Jose wrapped his arm around his mate, giving her a squeeze. “I told you, you’re like one of our own. If you need Gloria and me tomorrow, just call.”

“I will, but you two need a day off, too. You guys should head home. Did she-”

“No trouble at all, sweetie,” Gloria said, bumping her hip against Jose’s. They walked over to the door and I stood, walking over to let them out. My heart ached, I wanted that. That easy connection, even after all the years they had spent together. The soft smiles that they gave each other when they thought no one was looking. I wanted that kind of forever love.

The two of them stepped outside and we said our goodbyes. I watched the two of them walk to their truck. Jose opened the door for his mate before running around the front of the truck to jump inside.

I closed the door, twisting the lock. Toeing my converses off, I slowly made my way over to the lamp that sat on the wooden end table beside the couch. Turning it off, I padded my way over to my bedroom.

The door was cracked open, the soft glow of the nightlight spilling into the hallway. I was filled with a bittersweet feeling as I pushed open the door. My heart felt full but I was sad at the same time.

I walked over to the crib that sat beside my bed, resting my hand on the white railing. It was another way that Jose and his wife had helped me. This was the crib that they had used for all of their children. When I had told them about my pregnancy, Jose had pulled it down from their attic giving it a fresh coat of paint before bringing it over and putting it together. He was like the father that I had always wanted, telling me that everything was going to be okay.

I peered down at my baby, bringing my fingers down to brush them through her soft blonde curls. She turned her head, letting out a soft baby sound in her sleep and I held my breath, hoping that I hadn’t woken her.

At the same time, I hoped that she would wake up. I missed her so much that it hurt. Leaving her was the worst part of my day, even though I knew that Gloria took good care of her and that I was working to give us a better future. It didn’t make it any easier., didn't ease any of the guilt that I felt.

Pulling my hand back, I turned away from the crib. Stripping off my sweater and jeans, I tossed them into the hamper before making my way over to the small white dresser. I pulled out a tank top and sweatpants, I slipped them on. Making my way to my bed, I’d shower in the morning.

Right now, sleep was calling my name. I slipped in between the sheets, my head hit the soft pillow. Closing my eyes, I let my body relax beneath the quilt. Sleep claimed me quickly, but with it were the images of eyes that glowed like the flickering embers of a campfire and promises that I knew were easily broken.