Page 33 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
Damn, my heart truly was in his hands.
We packed the essentials, most of which were Daisy’s and filled Cass’ car. The furniture he had left would need to go somewhere so Cass decided to throw it all out. He wanted new furniture and not his granddad’s old stuff. I fully supported that decision.
“How long can we stay at your place?” he asked, sitting down in the driver seat.
I shrugged and answered honestly, “Forever.”
That made him pause, then look over at me with confusion. The only sound in the car was a vocal protest from the Queen herself, who was in her pet cage in the back.
“Are you joking or not? I really can’t tell.”
“Oh, I’m dead serious. You might not know what being my mate means. It means you’re mine fully. And I would love it if you lived with me. Daisy, too, obviously.”
“But isn’t it a bit too soon?” he whispered. It wasn’t an instant no, which I saw as victory.
“Does it feel soon? I don’t care what others might think. What doyouwant to do?”
“I want to be with you,” he admitted, making my heart soar. “Even if it terrifies me.”
“Terrifies you?”
“You already have the power to break my heart, Jeremy, and we’ve only known each other for a few days. That scares me.”
My poor wonderful mate.
“Anything that involves the heart is scary,” I agreed. “But I’m trusting you with my heart, so can I be trusted with yours in return?”
“You already have it,” he whispered, then broke whatever spell we were under as he turned his attention back on to the car and started the engine.
The mate talk would be happening sooner than later, but for now, just knowing I had his heart, would be enough.
“But what if she scratches your furniture?” Cass asked, biting his bottom lip as he eyed my leather couch with worry.
“Then she scratches the furniture,” I answered, not really caring if she did any damage. They were only things. Daisy was far more important, that was obvious. And because she meant so much to Cass, I selfishly wanted her to be happy too. A happy Cass meant I’d done well as his mate, and nothing was more important than that to me. Not even my pack. It was a scary thing to acknowledge, but true, nonetheless.
Cass eyed me with confusion, but seemed happy I didn’t mind the dangers of having a cat in my home. Little did he know that it was already their home, too. I would make sure it would take Elias enough time to fix the flooring for me to sway Cass to stay here. Then we could work on Cass’ house together and either sell it, or rent it out. That would be for Cass to decide, it was his house, after all.
“Daisy can go anywhere she pleases,” I said, pointing to the hallway. “I have a laundry room where her litterbox can go in the corner, and I think we should order her a separate one for upstairs. I have this little nook where it could go.”
“Oh, that sounds perfect, actually.”
“She’s had a lot of moving stress these two days.” I’d just come up with the perfect plan for keeping them even longer. “So, I think it would be best if you stayed here for at least a month for her sake.”
His eyes went big. “I hadn’t even thought about that! My poor baby is likely dying to feel at home somewhere, and here I am, moving her around and causing her stress.”
He seemed truly burdened by this revelation, which hadn’t been my goal. I quickly pulled him into a hug. “She’s home now,” I declared, knowing the words were true.
“Thank you,” he whispered. The comfortable silence was broken by his stomach growling. “Can we order dinner?”
Laughing, I nodded. “Anything for you, my mate.”
Chapter Eighteen
Cassian
It sounded so perfect, eating the same meal together as the first time Red and I had dinner in my living room, but I’d clearly forgotten how much food Jeremy could devour, seemingly without needing oxygen, too. If I hadn’t already found him ridiculously attractive, this might’ve steered me in the other direction. Except now that I was fully invested in being his mate, and for life it seemed, I found him…cute.
The juice from the chicken was leaking down Jeremy’s chin as he bit into one of the drumsticks. I wanted to lean over and lick it off… then I scoffed at myself. Why had that thought popped into my mind? Likewhat the fuck,brain? It was bad enough that I couldn’t decide who I wanted to cuddle with tonight, Red or Jeremy. Red was cuddly and warm, Jeremy was hot… and also warm. Decisions, decisions.
