Light shone through the window, with attempts to blind me. I groaned and moved to get up but Stone scolded me that our mate was sleeping. I looked down to see Jillian place firmly on my chest, her dark hair falling all over the place.
Mate is so pretty... Stone murmured gently.
As quietly as possible I slip my arm from under Jillian and reach for the nightstand to get my phone to check the time. I liked spending time with her. Even if it was for a few moments.
I clicked on the phone and noted the time, as well as the fact that my phone bursting emails and messages.
Ugh, I'll get them later.
I put the phone back in the table and wrapped my arm around my sleeping mate. I buried my nose in her hair and my thoughts drifted to what had happened last night.
She was so scared she cried. But sadly I knew that she wouldn't tell me what happened of her own accord, unless I ordered her to. It hurt to think that my mate couldn't trust me enough to tell me her feelings. She'd much rather tell Josie.
"Oh, Jillian. What am I to do with you?" I sighed.
"Shut up you ugly butt baboon. Go die in a tree." Jillian distinctly said.
"Well thanks" I scoffed.
A few more minutes went by before Jillian stirred and began to fully wake up. "Good morning" I greeted as she lifted her head from my chest.
"Um hm..." She mumbled and moved her hair from her face. She started to get up, but I held her down. "No. We need to talk"
We both sat up and I leaned against the headboard, Jillian stayed semi tangled up with me as she tried to re-braid her hair.
"What happened last night?" I asked.
Jillian's hands stopped working on her hair, and they trembled. Her braid fell apart and she tried to start again. "N-nothing...." She stuttered.
"Allow me" I picked her up by the waist and settled her between my legs. Before I could start to braid her soft long hair.
"When did you learn to braid?" Jillian asked.
"After ma died someone had to do Josie's hair. Don't change the subject though. What happened last night"
"It's not important"
I finished her long robe of hair and spun her around so she straddled me. "No, Jillian. It is important. If someone hurt you I need to know so I can keep you safe."
"But, Damien I am safe"
I growled in response.
Jillian sighed and played with the end of her hair. "D-Damien, it was a long time ago." I glared at her. "Tell me Jillian. I need to know"
"I originally come from Midnight Shadow Pack" Jillian looked at me with fearful eyes.
I nodded to keep her going.
"I am the Alphas daughter."
I've heard of Alpha Sadem.

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Shy, Scared, and Weak. I'm the Alpha's Mate.
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