Lost Lycan Princess

Mate?

Starr

I wake feeling warm and toasty. I don’t remember a time I ever felt this comfortable. I inwardly roll my eyes at how stupid I am; I don’t remember anything!

I don’t remember falling asleep, but it’s clear someone put me to bed. I blink against the morning light coming through the window. The sun is shining, and I can’t help smiling. My head no longer hurts, but then nothing hurts. I feel great! Apart from not remembering who I am and where I came from, anyway.

Did I dream everything that happened yesterday?

“Good, you’re awake.”

I gasp and bolt upright in bed. My eyes widen upon seeing the Alpha standing at the bottom of the bed, staring at me.

Does this man never wear a shirt?

He was covered in tattoos from his shoulders to the bottom of his stomach. I don’t know if he has any on his back; I can’t see around him. But I imagine he does when his arms are almost covered in the things.

Strangely, they suit him and make him look more intimidating, sexy even. There are all sorts of strange designs, though none have color. But the massive wolf tattooed across his chest is shaded beautifully. Whoever did that for him has some real talent.

“If you’re quite done checking me out,” I blink, eyes meeting his and the smirk on his face.

Goddess, he’s handsome. It should be criminal for a man to look the way the Alpha does. Those deep, soulful eyes, those pouty, plush lips, those muscled arms, broad shoulders, and that eight-pack... He is wearing trousers, but I can see he has thick thighs, and I wonder if he’s well-endowed in the p***s department. Goddess, he’d be the perfect man!

Why was I even thinking about his p***s?

What the hell is wrong with me?

Why is my heart pounding like this?

“I’m sorry,” I mumble.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Starr. I’ve made breakfast for you.”

I smile because that was really sweet.

I climb out of bed, and the Alpha points out the bathroom. This must be his house because it is definitely not Iona’s. I don’t know how I feel about being here, but I’m glad I’m no longer at Iona’s. Realizing Davy was her mate threw me for a loop.

How could she be so nice when he was a pig?

I use the toilet, then brush my teeth with the toothbrush the Alpha said was mine. I comb my hair with a hairbrush I found on the window sill and sigh. This is as good as it gets. I don’t have anything to change into, so I’m stuck wearing the nightgown Iona gave me yesterday.

This little village is a strange place to be. Iona told me that there was electricity here, but they didn’t have any technology. Years ago, they didn’t even have houses, let alone working toilets! They don’t have washing machines, dryers, microwaves, etc. Though they do have a laundry room where some of the older pack members wash all of the clothes for the pack. There are no TVs, phones, internet, fridges, or freezers.

Iona then explained that everyone eats as a family once a week, outside beside a roaring fire. The Alpha expects everyone to attend, with no exceptions.

The pack forages for food, even growing their own vegetables. The pack has a couple of cows and some chickens, but I have yet to hear them, let alone see them. The pack makes its own clothes, shampoos, soap, candles, and even medicines.

She did explain how one or two pack members would run into the nearest town once a month. There they sell some of the food they’ve grown and extra clothes, soap, and such they’ve made at the market.

With the money they make, they would buy essentials that no one could live without, such as toilet paper. They pick up anything the pack might need that they can’t make or forgae themselves. Whatever money is left over goes to the Alpha, and they make a nice little profit from the market.

Iona told me about her life before this pack and how everything was very different. She said it was hard to adjust at first, but she soon learned to live without everything that makes regular packs comfortable. She was only grateful the Wild Pack had cabin homes with soft beds and blankets. She didn’t think she could live outside like rogues.

I don’t know about the other cabins, but Iona’s house had one bedroom, a bathroom, an open living room, and a kitchen.

Why do they need kitchens if they have nothing that a regular kitchen would have?

They still prepare food each day and boil water for tea or coffee. Yes, strangely, they have kettles! These people are really odd.

From what I’ve seen of the Alphas cabin, there is a bedroom, bathroom, open living room, and kitchen, like Iona’s. But there was another door just past the bathroom, but I dared not open the door. I don’t want to seem rude and route around in someone else’s home. Besides, he might have gotten angry with me, and I didn’t want that.

I make my way to the kitchen. The Alpha is sitting at a small table made for four, waiting for me. There is nothing much in this room besides a kettle on the countertop and a two-ring hob that looks like it is plugged into the wall. I guess that’s one way to cook food. There is no oven, and I wonder where he cooks anything else.

There is a small sofa in the living room area, a lone chair, and a handcrafted coffee table. There’s a fireplace with what looks like an open fire, and I wonder if it has ever been lit.

The whole cabin is clean and smells nice. That’s when I notice the candles on the coffee table and realize they must be scented. It’s incredible what these people have done with the place. It’s homey and comfortable, even if it is sparse. They live within their means, never collecting anything they can live without.

“Come take a seat,” The Alpha pushes a chair away from the table with his foot.

I swallow hard and sit beside him, pulling the chair in as I go. “Thank you.”

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I put out a little bit of everything.”

There is a bowl of strawberries, blueberries, and even grapes. There’s toast, eggs, bacon and sausages, tea, coffee, and even a small bowl of butter.

I am so confused right now.

How did he get all of this?

He chuckles at the expression on my face. “You’re wondering how I got all of this, aren’t you?”

I shrug. “Kind of.”

“The fruit we grow, eggs are from the chickens we raise, butter we make ourselves,” I keep my eyes on his handsome face when he speaks, just as he keeps eye contact with me. “We make our own bread, which we toast on the open fire. We get milk from the cows we keep, but we buy the bacon, sausage, tea, coffee, sugar, etc., in bulk from town. We keep the meat in cold storage at the edge of the village, just in case you were wondering about all of that.” He chuckles.

I smile because he is nothing like I imagined. He’s kind and intelligent, and he’s caring. Yes, he has a deep voice, and he is really tall and built, but there is something special about him that I can’t put my finger on.

“Help yourself, sweetheart. I’ll show you around after breakfast.”

I smile wide because I can’t help myself. He called me sweetheart, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. In fact, it made me tingle inside.

What’s up with that?

I can’t stop the thoughts swimming through my head as I eat my food. It doesn’t matter that I can’t remember who I am or where I came from. It doesn’t because all I can think about is being here with this man.

How could that be when I don’t even know his name?

Once I’ve had my fill of breakfast, which I ate a lot of, I pluck up the courage to speak to the Alpha. I want to know if he’ll allow me to stay here or if I will have to leave soon. I don’t know what I’ll do if he asks me to leave. I have nowhere to go.

“Alpha?”

“My name is Kai. You may call me by my given name, though no one else but my family does.”

I know I should ask him what I intended, but he stumped me with what he said.

“If no one else can call you by your given name, why are you allowing me to?”

“Do you not know?” I shake my head. Kai sighs. “Because you are my mate, Starr.”

I’m what now?