Fated To The Alpha (Complete Fated Series collection)

Book 2 Chapter 6

Waking up the next morning, and something was squashing my feet. My arm was still awkwardly stretched across Ezra's face, yet my legs were pinned to the bed.

I kicked my legs before hearing a grunt and someone hit the floor. Mateo sits up, shaking his head. "What are you doing at the foot of the bed?" He rubs his eyes before stretching his arms above his head, his back cracking.

"Well, I was sleeping until you kicked me and I think your toe went up my ass," he grumbles, rubbing his backside as he stands.

"I saw you go to your room."

"I did, but the lights were keeping me up, and Ezra had a hard-on in his sleep, so I wasn't comfortable sleeping with him dry-humping my back, and you took up the other side," he says with a shrug. "Seriously, how can someone so small take up so much room?" He huffs.

"I did not have a hard-on.” I hear Ezra defend himself and he rolls over.

"How would you know? You were asleep. Unless you took a baton to bed, I am pretty sure I didn't imagine it."

Ezra reaches into his pocket, pulls out a key, and unlocks the handcuff. He tosses the blanket off, and I rub my wrist, which has indents in it now. Standing up, Ezra grabs the remote that he is lying on.

“There, my raging hard-on,” he quips, tossing it to Mateo, who catches it. Ezra raises an eyebrow at him.

“Well, how was I supposed to know it was a remote? I wasn’t going to feel for it in case it wasn’t. Hmm, I just thought you were excited about getting me in bed. I feel a little disappointed now.”

Ezra shakes his head, walking into the bathroom. In contrast, I giggle at Mateo, who wiggles his eyebrows at me. Ezra shuts the bathroom door and I snicker.

“Stop laughing, it isn't funny. I can still feel your toe in my ass, think it penetrated me to the first knuckle," Mateo groans, making me laugh harder.

“You have pants on,” I point out.

“Yeah, I had to pick them out, gave me a friction burn,” he complains, and I shake my head.

“Well, if you weren't such a scaredy-cat, you would have been in your own bed,” I lecture.

Ezra comes out of the bathroom before rummaging through the walk-in.

“Hurry up, Kat. Get dressed. I need to leave in twenty minutes,” he instructs, tossing a dress on the bed. I look at it, scrunching my face. When did he buy this?

“Yeah, I am not wearing a dress, and where are we going?” I ask him, looking at the black lace fabric.

“Alpha Meeting and if you don’t want to wear it, find something else,” he demands before dropping his pants and putting on some jeans.

“Are you still coming?” He asks, looking at Mateo, and he nods.

“Of course, I always do.” Mateo hops up from his spot on the bed and walks out, closing the door.

I glance at Ezra. “Why do I have to go? Can’t I stay here?”

“You are my Luna, are you not?” Ezra growls ever so softly at me.

“But aren't we supposed to keep me hidden?” I counter.

“And what point would that be? Because last I checked, you have alerted the one person who I wanted to avoid knowing you are a Lunar wolf, and so you might as well plaster a neon sign to your head reading awakened. So no point in hiding it now.” He shrugs.

“But I don’t know the first thing about being a Luna?”

“Exactly, that's why you are coming. And I don’t trust you on your own until I do take it as a learning exercise,” he instructs, before leaning over the bed. He grips my chin, pulling me forward, and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “Get dressed,” he orders before letting go.

I sigh, hopping off the bed.

“Next week I want to introduce you to the pack, it is about time they know about you.”

“Pretty sure they know you have a mate by the mark on my neck, and news travels fast through school.”

“Yes. But I would like to make sure that they understand what that means, Kat,” he says, pulling on a black shirt. I roll my eyes, finding this introduction thing a waste of time.

“So is it a big Alpha meeting?” I question.

“Just neighboring Alphas, if we go to war with Jackson, which I suspect we will. I want them to know. I don’t need them thinking we are attacking if things spill over into their territories, just a courtesy call.”

“You think they would attack?”

“No, they aren’t that stupid, but it’s still good for them to be aware, so it doesn’t cause conflict later.”

I grab some black slacks and a blouse from the dresser before laying them on the bed. I pull off my pajamas before grabbing my bra and putting it on. “So what do I have to do, then?”

“Just watch for now. Most matters Mateo and I will deal with, but you are also head of this pack, so you can't avoid everything, Kat. Be good for you to get out of your comfort zone.”

He heads into the bathroom while I slip my blouse on and returns with a hairbrush. He proceeds to brush my hair while I'm working on the buttons of my outfit.

“Which packs border yours?” I ask.

“Ours," he corrects, with an offended huff. "Moss Valley Pack, Howlers Pack, and Cold River Pack,” he answers while running the brush through my hair.

“Will their Luna’s be there?” I ask.

“No, they are all unmated, but you will be fine. Besides, if you get too uncomfortable, Mateo will bring you home, but try and stay please,” he requests, kissing my jaw. I nod.

“So about last night, you’re-”

“Not now, Kat, I am still pissed off. Just leave it be, we can talk about it later.” I sigh before hearing a knock on the door. “You can come in, she is dressed, not that you haven’t seen her naked before,” Ezra mutters the last part.

“Yeah, well, the whole school saw her naked,” Mateo argues, before chuckling to himself.

“I don’t need the reminder, but you have more times than I can count now. Kind of seems pointless trying to hide her from you.” My cheeks heat at his words.

“What? He has, we were all skinny-dipping the other day, in case you forgot.” Ezra rolls his eyes and I shake my head at him.

“Come, we should go.”

I follow him out and downstairs, but my nerves are starting to get the best of me. This sounds like an important meeting, and I can't shake the feeling I might mess it all up somehow. Plus, Ezra is still mad at me, and I am not sure how long that will be for. It makes my stomach hurt when there are problems between us.

I reach for Kora, and she stirs but is sluggish. “What’s going on with you?” I question.

“Feel so tired, and uncomfortable,” she complains. She is making me nervous because yesterday I thought it was my drinking causing her to suffer, but now I'm not so sure, maybe she needs the moon or something? Mom did say she becomes energized from it.

“I’m not sure, I just feel off, and so hot,” she whimpers, before huffing and wandering away.

Sighing, I let her rest, following them out to the car. Mateo opens the passenger door and I climb in and he hops in the back behind me.

“So, where is this meeting?” I ask.

“Not far from here, just on the border about ten minutes heading away from town,” Ezra says, starting the car. We drive to the location, which turns out to be a small office building, resembling more of an outdated house.

“Why here?” I question, looking at the rundown place.

“We don’t like taking them into the territory, nor do they like entering. This place is easily accessible by all of them too, since this road we are now on is neutral territory, just like this place,” Mateo explains behind me.

Ezra pulls up in the small parking lot, which can hold maybe four or five cars max. Getting out, I scan the place, it looks derelict and graffiti covers half the building. I expect the inside to be even worse, but when Ezra unlocks the door, it's clean and vastly different from its exterior.

Two rooms hold offices, while the rest of the place has been gutted and opened right up. A small kitchenette is off to the side, and an oval desk in the center, with fabric chairs and a couch is off in another corner. The windows are heavily tinted from the outside, but from here you can see out of them clearly. Walking down the hall next to the two offices, I find a modern bathroom.

“If this is neutral territory, who owns it?” I ask.

“The pack does, was better than leasing it, so we brought it for this specific purpose.”

“Yeah, the place was a dump when we got it, suppose the outside still is,” Mateo laughs.

We are only waiting for around ten minutes when cars start pulling up and parking, and men jump out. A burly-looking man with a beard and his hair tied at the nape of his neck comes inside. He looks to be in his early 30s, maybe mid-30s at most.