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

Crescent Moon Pack Dinner

My wolf just snickered at me.

I crossed through the kitchen that Josie was normally in, but she and Kurtis went out somewhere. I guess she forgave him sometime yesterday. I went into the far hallway on the other end of the house that lead to the Alpha's office.

I could smell him in there...

I stood at the door, my hand on the knob, trying to compose myself. I don't know why I was so nervous, it was just Damien. We talked all the time.

"What are you waiting for?" I heard his voice beyond the door, and I opened it, only poking my head inside.

"Hi" I quietly greeted.

He ushered me in with his hand. I had only been in his office once or twice, but I never stayed for long. The room was filled with warmth and paper work. Giant deer antlers hung above the door, to symbolize that Damien was the big buck of this pack. There were other pictures on the walls as well, mostly of the pack and the previous Alphas. Damien sat behind his big oak desk, his hair slightly messy and the sleeves to his dark purple dress shirt rolled up to the elbow. I came in and closed the door. When I got to his side, Damien looked at me from head to toe, admiring my dress. I rocked back on my heels and hid behind my hair bashfully, maybe dressing up wasn't the best idea.

"You look gorgeous..." Damien's voice seemed far way. He was resting his chin in his hand that was propped on the arm of the chair, he was slouching really badly. He just stared at me.

Finally Damien cleared his throat and sat up, he patted his lap, indicating that I was to sit there, "Come here, Jillian"

He took the cardigan that was hanging on my arm and put it on the desk in front of us. I bit my lip and sat in his lap, my legs dangling over the side of the chair. "Hi" I repeat shyly. Damien smirked as he tucked my hair behind my ear, both his hands cupped my face and he looked at me dead on, his green eye gleaming. "Hi" I said it again like a little girl to her crush. All swoony and lovey dovey.

"That was the third time. Aren't you going to say anything else?" He asked when he released my face. He kissed my shoulder, right by my mark and I shivered.

"How was the meeting?" That was a good question to ask.

Damien leaned back in his seat and looked at me with tired eyes, "It was good. The bacon was...memorable"

My eyebrows shot up, what did 'memorable' mean? Gladys started growling at the idea of our mate being served raw pork in his human form. He could get sick!

Damien's eyes popped open, "I almost forgot!" He reached down by his side and pulled out a brown paper bag, "I got you something" He placed the bag in my hands.

I opened it slowly, inside was a powdered doughnut.

"It reminded me of you, so I got you one"

Damien was such a dork sometimes.

"Thank you" I was very grateful. Doughnuts are good. I picked up the doughnut and examined it.

"It has lemon cream in it" He warned me before I took a bite. Sure enough sweet lemony flavor came spurting into my mouth. It was already naturally tasty, but the fact that my mate had gotten it for me as a small gift made the pastry so much sweeter and delicious to my taste buds. I could understand why it reminded him of me. He was tasting my scent almost perfectly, when I had said that smell was everything to a werewolf, I hadn't been lying.

"Do you like it?" he was so eager to ask.

I nodded, my mouth was full and I knew my manners as not to talk with food in my face.