Alpha Ragnar

Chapter 9

Miranda and I have gone on a date everyday for the past week.

Everytime I find myself trying to compare her to my previous mate, I push the thought to the

back of my mind.

My free time is spent with Miranda and though I don't feel the bond just yet, there's...

Something.

A companionship?

If nothing else, she has certainly been a great friend and I've seen friends become mates so I'm

hopeful for our future.

Most of our free time consists of us getting to know each other, which coincidentally, we're

doing right now.

We're doing a thumb war and the winner gets to asks a question. I've won Everytime.

After the twelfth time, I decide to feign defeat and I smile at the joy on her face and her smug

gloating as she dances in place.

"ooo win..."

I nod and tell her to ask already.

"Okay. Umm... Will you... Change my lightbulb?"

I frown and look at her dumbly.

"Your lightbulb? The ceiling in the secondary pack houses are short. You're tall. I'm sure you can

reach it."

The blonde waves her hand and rolls her eyes.

"Of course I can reach it. I'm just afraid of being shocked or burned."

It's a dumb fear and even though it's strange her first question was a chore, I'm glad she has at

least one freakish fear. At least this one thing is not normal about her.

I agree and we take the next eight minutes to walk to her complex.

She lives on the third floor and it's relativly quiet as we as the stairs.

"It's in the bedroom."

She leads me to a room decorated in peach and a burned orange color. Strange. Bright. Foreign.

That's all I can describe it as.

"It's that one and... Here's the lightbulb!"

I squint at the bulb in the corner.

"It's still working," I state.

Miranda flips her hair and props a hand on her hip.

"Yeah, but it's dimmer than all the others."

Wasteful? Maybe.

Stupid? Probably.

"If you insist," I mutter.

It take a grand total of twenty seconds to change the bulb and I watch Miranda throw the one I

took out when I finish.

"So what now?"

I'm met with a smug look and she places her lips on mine quickly.

Her small lips press against mine and I refuse to think about how different her kissing technique

is. This is as good as it's going to get.

Over the past seven days, we've shared six kisses and they all went pretty much like this, but its

different this time. She wants more.

Her hands fumble with my belt buckle and I take her shoulders before prying myself away.

"We shouldn't do that yet," I say as nicely as I can.

Miranda presses her lips together in frustration and wines a bit.

"Come on. We're mates! Don't you want to be with me?"

I take a breath and try to put her off.

"You said we'd go slow," I try to remind her.

"This is incredibly slow. Most people mate the same day or the day after."

To be honest I've had it with her arguing. Aren't girls always talking about that no means no

thing?

"No," I repeat harshly.

There's no hurt in her eyes. Just anger. For a moment she stands still as if thinking, and then she

closes her eyes before opening them and responding.

"Fine," she spits. "Im going to take a shower. Join or don't. Leave or don't. Just... Do

SOMETHING."

I watch her storm to the bathroom and I sigh in defeat. I'm not going to join, but if I leave now

we'll be on bad terms.

I feel like sitting on her bed would make it seem like I changed my mind, so I opt for her desk

chair.

After about three minutes, I get bored and decide to Snoop a bit. Starting with the drawer, I guess

that there will be rainbow highlighters and... Pens?

A very different sight greets me when I open the drawer.

A handgun.

I'm confused at first, but when I pull out one of the bullets from the ammunition box, I pull my

fingers away with a hiss.

Silver bullets.

I know she's new to the pack, so I consider she has this as a safety precaution after the attack two

months ago.

That is until something else catches my eye.

Stuffed back behind the gun and a variety of pens is a crumpled piece of paper.

I furrow my brow and pull in out before running in along the edge of the desk to straighten it out.

Then I begin to read.

Ragnar,

I figured I didn't need to hide this anywhere. If I die, you'll go through my things and find it,

which is probably what's happening now. Any who, these are my final words and goodbyes.

You probably have a lot of questions about moving on and such so let's see if I can answer them

all. If during the time I'm dead, I happen to see you sleeping around, I'll kill you. Second chance

mates don't count, though. I won't be mad if you need that kind of connection while I'm gone. The

big remote turns on the tv and cable, the small one plays movies. Don't close up. It'll make things

harder for everyone. Peppermint oil will help with those headaches you get when your stressed

and don't stay in the sun too long. I don't care if you tan, it still hurts your skin. Let the pack

know I love them and tell R he owes me five bucks. As for you, I ask only that you remember my

promise. Obviously with me going first, it will be more difficult to fulfill, but don't you dare

underestimate me. I love you more than anything and one way or another, we will be together

again. Just know that I love you.

P.s. the recipe for my waffles is taped under the dining room table.

Xoxo Stormie

(If it wasn't clear, I'll see you soon.)