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

Crescent Moon Pack Dinner

"Good, because I almost ate it on the way home. And if you didn't like it then I would feel like I struggled all the way home for nothing"

My mate kept on talking about how hard it was to drive home with a doughnut staring back at him the entire time, and how glad he was that I liked it because he would feel really disappointed if he got me the wrong doughnut...

I had been finished for nearly five minutes and Damien was telling the same story with different adjectives. As an Alpha he could talk for hours and hours, he was bred for charisma and strength, during pack meetings this talent was very useful, but in regular conversations....

"Every time I looked in the passenger seat-" I pressed my lips to his rapidly moving ones. My hands buried into his hair and I held him in place by leaning further on to him and pressing my body to his. Damien's hands tightened around my waist and one traveled up my back and rested on the base of my neck, so he could hold me in his solid grip.

Gladys purred with satisfaction, every time we kissed she became ten times more mushy and her love for Damien increased by nearly twice as much. Her devotion and loyalty wasn't questionable. I knew that Damien's wolf felt the same when he pulled me closer as if I would somehow slip away and by the way he growled while doing so.

Then the phone in Damien's pocket started to spaz out. Damien growled that we had to be separated, but he dug in the pocket of his well fitted black dress pants. I noticed how nice he was dressed, in a dress shirt and pants, he looked really fancy; besides his mismatched pink and green polka dotted fuzzy socks.

"Hello?" Damien cleared his throat when he answered the phone. I moved to get up off his lap so he could do his job, but he held me down.

"Its for you" He handed me the phone and I took it.

"Hi?"

"Hey, Luna! Us females were wondering if you wanted to come to the kitchen and help us prepare the pack dinner for tonight." it was Christina's voice, with its gentle rasp and soothing tone. "This morning there was a mix up of who was taking care of the pups, and we are short a few people and have run out of wolves to call, do you think you could help?"

I looked back to Damien asking him with my eyes whether or not it was a good idea. "Do it, you need to be more acquainted with the pack anyway" Damien shrugged.

I was the Luna it was my responsibility...but there will be people...

Get over yourself, Jillian, I thought to myself and before I knew it I had agreed and Christina was on her way to pick me up.

Damien had to stay and take care of some things, but he promised to come to the Pack House when he was done. Standing by the door I waited for Christina to get me, then I saw a red Chevy Tahoe roll up the driveway. It made me question why this pack had an obsession with big SUVs. Josie drove a Hummer and Damien an Escalate; now Christina in a Chevy, I wondered what the rest of the pack drove.

I slipped on my sweater and went out to meet her at the car.

"Hi there, Luna!" Christina greeted cheerily when I got settled in the passenger seat.

"Jillian, please" I asked quietly when I strapped the seat belt across my chest. It was weird for someone older than me to give me so much respect with the title. Christina was of high ranking though, she was the previous Beta's mate, and she was second to the Luna. I assume her title lost much of its regard when her son took the spot as Beta though. Christina looked much different from the party, she no longer wore her black flowing dress, but jeans and a regular t-shirt. Her hair was tied into a bun so it was restricted from falling down her back and swaying with her hips when she walked.