For the past week, our routine was mostly like the ones before. Adrian making breakfast or going out to get some, saying he'll be right back, so that I wouldn't really have to deal with his pack members until Im ready.

During this week, it occurred to me more that i'm a mate to an Alpha. Like how my mom was to my dad. It means Ill be a luna to this pack one day, and it was becoming unsettling. I'm not strong enough. I'm weak. And I know they know that.

I mean look at me, I can't even talk to them, much be a leader.

I thought i was going to be strong. Any child of and alpha line should be. But for some reason I'm the different one. Or that's what Sir told me when i was younger. I started to not believe him, but it was hard when the evidence is right in front of you.

Adrian was downstairs, cooking breakfast as usual. It was different again for me not to be the one making everyone breakfast. It felt relaxing, and I could get used to the changes that were slowly seeping into my life. No matter how small they were, they seemed to have a great affect on me.

The smell of sausage was starting to get stronger and my mouth was starting to water. I grew tired of waiting. My appetite was slowly starting to build, and it showed immensely.

So with saying that, pulling the covers from over me, I headed out of my room, getting closer and closer to the smell. I heard music being played through speakers. It wasn't loud but loud enough to occupy your time.

Once I went down the stairs, I peeked around the corner into the kitchen to see a shirtless Adrian, in black sweatpants that said Nike on the side. There was a speaker sitting on the counter that lit up to his music and from what I could tell, he was dancing— just a little bit.

His muscles flexed with every slight jerk and transition he made from the counter to the stove and all the way to the fridge. Basically I was being a stalker from the corner, still surprised he hasn't seen me yet.

Adrian stopped midway when opening the fridge again, "You aren't going to join me?" My breath caught in my throat. He knew I was standing here the whole time and chose not to say anything. He probably thought I really was a stalker.

"The food smelt to good," I replied back, "I was wondering what was taking so long." I mumbled that last part.

"You know what, Im just going to accept that as a compliment," He closed the fridge, his hands holding a package of bacon. "But you still haven't answered my question," he continued.

I looked at the stovetop and saw he had yet to make any eggs. Another thing I saw was that he already made pancakes, the sausages were done, and now he was about to make some bacon. It's like we were feeding a whole family.

"We already have enough food," I told him, being my arms to my shoulders, "Wait, are there more people coming?"

He put the first slice of bacon onto the pan. The room filled with the sizzle, "Nope. It's just us. And there's no such thing as to much food sweetheart." Facing towards me, he crossed his arms and leaned against the countertop, casually glancing at the slices of bacon he added.

"But it's still a lot."

"Am I not allowed to spoil you?"

The music mingled through the air. I didn't have a smart remark for that. If he wanted to make this much, then he could go ahead. I couldn't stop him.

Breaking out of the moment, he finished cooking the bacon and laid them next to the sausage. My mouth just watered watching the process.

"I wish you would stare at me like that," Adrian chuckled glancing over at me. He put the pan in the sink only to rinse it out and put it back on the stove.

"You want me to look at you like I'd eat you?" I genuinely asked him. I stepped away from him to lean on the counter.

"Sure, you could say that," was his reply. This wouldn't be the first time he's confused me. I've just never asked what he meant sometimes.

Adrian turned the stove on low when the song suddenly changed, "Oh, I love this song," he said tilting his head back.

I didn't recognize it, it was in a foreign language to me but nonetheless, it sounded really nice.

It had exotic beats and a well played guitar in it. The music just made you want to dance and overall made you happy. It made me more cheerful just hearing it.

Speaking of dancing, that's exactly what Adrian was doing.

The eggs were completely forgotten about (they weren't cooking) whenever Adrian suddenly spun around with a spatula in his hand, singing in the foreign language.

Fluently, might I add.

The way the words smoothly came from his mouth, it made me feel more ways than one. For some reason, it's just attractive when someone can speak another language.

But he was already attractive to begin with.

The song broke out into a mixture of instrument solos and Adrian was still dancing— in a totally attractive way. Suddenly, he stopped only a little bit when he moved over to me, spatula still in hand, when he said, "Come here."

His other hand reached out for my good hand, which he took and spun me around. Catching me off guard, I stumbled a little bit with a yelp, but only planted face first into his chest.

His naked chest.

My cheek was smooshed up against his pectoral muscle, when I could hear his heart racing.

He laughed a bit, "Can you dance sweetheart?" He pulled me away from him, only a short distance. I was still looking at his chest. His hand that wasn't holding the spatula reached down to tilt my chin up to meet his beautiful sea blue eyes. His pink lips, turned up into a smile, waiting for my answer.

"I-I haven't really tried before." Answering honestly, his smile only became bigger when he said, "Perfect, I can show you," and I was again spun around. This time I didn't stumble

The music continued to play and he continued to lead me around on the kitchen floor. I have never felt more awkward than I do now, but Adrian didn't seem to mind. He would just laugh it off, causing me to laugh too. It was contagious.

"You just got to loosen up. It'll feel good. Just do whatever comes to you." The song was over but another one that was similar took its place. I was out of breath, I couldn't imagine just "doing what comes to me" would be like. He stood there perfectly fine of course.

I held my hand up to my forehead as a sign of stress, "But nothing can just 'come to me' Adrian. I'm not a dancer," I voiced out my thoughts. Even if I was, I would probably embarrass myself in front of him.

"I'm not going to judge. Not everyone is a professional, but there's always something in everybody."

Oh like that makes a difference.

"Come on. I know you ca-," he was taunting me now.

"Okay."

I closed my eyes before I could see his reaction to my remark and took a breath, and just did whatever I felt like. The song was upbeat but not to fast. I was really hoping Adrian was dancing with me or this would be 10 times worse.

I could feel my head moving side to side and my legs kicking out— hips were moving and my hands above my head. Basically anything you could think of. I was all over the place.

Adrian was right about one thing. It did feel good. It felt amazing. Like I was free. Not once did I open my eyes. I didn't want to see if he was in fact judging me. I just became absorbed in the moment.

The song ended and my dance moves came to a stop. Opening my eyes, I saw him just looking at me, pleasantly. He was leaned up against the fridge, his eyes looking bright. Of course, he broke out into a smile, as if just realizing I was looking at him. I already felt the heat flooding to my cheeks from his attention.

"That was the best thing I have ever seen in my life." He gestured towards me. He walked a few steps closer, "Now, dance with me love. You clearly can," His voice rumbled within me. Taking my hands, good and bad, he brought them closer to him, looking into my eyes. My heart felt like it was beating a million per second. I don't know how much more of this attention I could handle.

This time of course a slower song played. It was beautiful. Adrian had a really good taste in music and it's been so long since Ive actually was allowed to dance like this.

My hands were brought to his shoulders, close to the base of his neck. He was hesitant, moving at a slow pace while still looking at me. When he saw that I was okay with him putting his hands on my waist, I could feel his muscles relax. He cared.

We got closer and closer, slowly making our way around the kitchen. Our minds weren't even focused on breakfast anymore. Or at least I knew I wasn't thinking about breakfast. His hands sent the tingly feeling from head to toe. And I couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually, I brought my head to lay on his chest, and his heart rate went up. It felt nice to know that I have this effect on him. It made me feel like I was important.

Noticing my change of position, he brought his hands closer together on my lower back, and his head bent low. Tucking it in the crease of my neck, he took in my scent, and his heart rate went up again.

"You're beautiful," he whispered in my ear.

I was scared to look up. I could feel the color red in my cheeks by this point.

Slightly pulling away from me, he brought his hand to my jaw, his thumb running across it. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you as a mate."

Mate. I know the meaning of it. After so long. I still don't understand how out of all those strong leaders, those beautiful girls out there, that my destiny and his would lead us to each other. I'm not a leader. I'm weak. Pathetic.

But i'm working on getting stronger.

He was still looking at me. The song long forgotten, our simple prescience was enough for both of us. I enjoyed being in his arms. It was a secure feeling, like nothing could ever get to me. And how long it's been since i've felt that.

"I'm lucky that you're mine too," I whispered. Without him, I would still be captured, tortured, enslaved to my own "pack", for who knows how long. Even as weak as I am, he still tried.

And believed in me.

Adrian's eyes darkened at my words, but with a different emotion. Not anger, not hate, but something else. I didn't know it. His hand fell back to y waist and he hugged me, his head going further in my neck. My hands were no longer on his neck but instead by my sides like they have been ever since he pulled back from me. But instead, I wrapped my arms around his bare back, his skin feeling cool beneath my finger tips. The tingles came back and i didn't want to move at all. My thoughts kept telling me to stay there forever.

I heard a door shut behind me and my head immediately shot up. Then I heard fast walking, heavy footsteps walking towards our direction. Adrian still had his arms around me but he wasn't freaking out like I was he just stood there.

No one has come into this house since his beta came and I wanted it to stay like that for a little while longer. Especially if it were more men coming into the house.

I looked up at Adrian and he had an irritated look on his face, but a knowing one. He also looked a little worried.

I shuffled out of his hold to go behind him when the footsteps made it into the entry way of the kitchen. I haven't looked yet but I could tell they were of high authority.

Whoever this was ruined our moment.

"Alpha, I'm sorry to barge in like this," it was Jacob, "But this is important." I peaked from behind Adrian to see Jacob sweaty, shirtless and out of breath like he ran here.

His eyes flickered to me but only for a second.

"Damn it Jacob, what is it?" Adrian reaches behind him to grab onto my hand, silently telling me it was okay.

"A rogue has entered into our territory. And its good at masking his scent. We haven't found it, but we need might need your assistance to help track him down."

And just like that, the moment went away.