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He bows his head, letting me see his throat exposed. That is a sure sign of trust.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him my trust.
Many people would think we are moving too fast, but when you meet your true mate, it’s like you have known them your whole life. It’s like you finally get a part of yourself back. This is what is meant to be, and we have prepared for this moment our whole lives. Our ways are much different from humans’, but this is natural in our eyes.
He leaves and I hurry to finish getting ready. I dress in jeans, a green plaid shirt over a white T-shirt, and boots. I don’t care to dress up too much; I’d rather be warm and cozy.
I walk down into the living room and see that he is dressed in the same way. I smile, admiring the way his jeans hug his thighs, hips, and butt. His plaid shirt is black, the top four buttons undone, exposing his chest a bit. His hair is down; his eyes are dark and boring deeply into mine. Oh jeez. He is beautiful.
“Ready, Moon?”
“Sure am, Pha.”
He sucks in a deep breath. Just asMoonis a sign of high respect in the shifter world,Phais an endearment that only an alpha female can call her mate.
I open the front door, and he takes my hand and leads me down the stairs. A truck is sitting in the middle of his driveway. I watch as he walks out the truck, his muscles bulging, his massive body looking badass and mean. He opens my door for me, being a complete gentleman, and I thank him as I climb inside. When he gets inside with me, his smell envelops me. I know he can hear me breathing in deeply, but it can’t be helped. He smiles, takes my hand, and smells the skin on the back of my hand. We don’t say anything because it’s not needed—we just know. The gate opens as we approach, and then we are out on the main highway.
“All of this is our land.” He motions toward a huge strip of woods, miles from civilization.Ourland. I close my eyes.
Twenty minutes later we finally reach the town. It’s a small town, which will provide just the basics we need. I prefer the classic small-town feel and it’s safe. It’s too hard to be in a pack close to a big town. It eventually expands,encroaching on our territory, and people tend to wonder about us.
Damon pulls up outside a steak house and bar. I slide across the seat and get out on his side. He holds my hand as I slip out of the truck, and he never lets go as we walk into the restaurant.
The hostess tilts her head, staring at Damon. I growl deep in my throat, possessiveness swarming me. Her eyes widen and she turns around. “Follow me.” I walk in front of Damon so she can’t turn around and stare at him.
She sets the menus on the table, and I slide across the seat, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. Damon sits down beside me. “Your waiter will here in a few minutes.” As we look at our menus, Damon laughs.
“What, Pha?” I ask him, and his smile widens.
“I love that you’re possessive.” He runs his hand down my forearm.
“She was staring at you. You’re my true mate, and she needed to know that.” She can get her own man, and it will not be Damon. She is human. It’s very rare for a human to mate with a shifter. It has happened, but only because the human had dormant shifter blood in their line. And old-timers will not accept it. It’s fucked up that they are the way they are.
“Yours,” he confirms and my stomach twists.Mine.
We both order a rib eye, cooked rare, but mine is much smaller than his. We eat in silence, too entranced with our food. Throughout the meal he can’t stop touching me. His fingers brush the back of my hand, and he strokes my hair and caresses my cheek. It’s like he is making sure I am still there.
“What is your main goal in life?” I find myself asking as we finish our meal.
He sits back and ponders for a few minutes. “My goal is to have a pack, live in peace, and let everyone be who they are meant to be. I want our pack to be like a family and be happy. And I want children. I want pups running around my feet.”
I smile. I have always wanted a family. I want to give birth to a baby, hold it in my arms, and love it. I received that love from my parents. I was lucky to experience that, but they were taken from my life too soon. “I have always wanted the same thing in life,” I confess to him and he smiles. He is truly beautiful.
He pays for our food and, as we’re about the leave the restaurant, someone yells at him and he looks back. It’s one of the guys from the pack. Damon keeps his hand on the small of my back as the pack members talk about adding a place where everyone can get together for movies and games. Damon and I agree that it is a good idea. “Also add a playground, because we have two pups joining the pack,” Damon says. I smile at his thoughtfulness. I am looking forward to being in this pack. I rub his back slightly, feeling his bulging muscles. Not able to help myself, I lay my head against his shoulder, breathing deeply.
All of a sudden Damon snarls loudly and turns around, and his eyes are golden. He is holding a man’s hand, right next to my ass. My wolf is pissed off that a man would dare touch me in that way without permission, especially since he is not my mate.
Damon is growling so loudly his body is vibrating, and he is still clutching the man’s hand. The guy is crying out. “How dare you try to touch what is mine,” Damon snarls. He tightens his grip and, with a crack, he breaks the guy’s hand. The man screams, and Damon just smiles, bends down, and whispers, “You’re lucky I don’t kill you.”
Now I know that he has a dark side. This is how you can recognize an alpha male. But I am an alpha female. “Thank you, Pha, but I can handle this.” I smile, stepping forward, and stare deeply into the man’s eyes. “You will never touch another woman, am I clear?” I tell him.
He glares at me. That is when I get a whiff of him. “Coyote,” I snarl. These are the meanest and the dumbest of the shifters. They don't need a pack; they are just cruel. They don’t fight fair and tend to gang up on others.
Damon growls more loudly, and the coyote gets right in my face. I let my wolf out just slightly. I growl low in my throat, and he backs off. “What did I say?” I growl, pushing my power against him. He yelps and tilts his head, submitting. I push harder and he leans to the side, holding his head. “What did I say?”
“I will never touch a woman unless she gives permission.” He barely gets the words out, and I push harder to make sure that he gets the picture.
Damon puts his hand on the small of my back, and I stand back up. “Now leave this town and never come back,” I say, and he runs out of the building.
