As we stepped into his office I put my hands behind my back and looked around. It had creme colored walls with a huge window that showed the forest in the back of the pack grounds. A black desk sat in the middle, he also had a book shelf nearest his desk and couches on either side of the room. There was also two chairs stationed in front of his desk. His scent was everywhere and to me it was soothing.

I walked over to his bookshelf to see what he had, I hoped maybe a book I could possibly read. At least until he's done working on his pack work.

"You can read one if you want." his voice echoed around the room, I glanced over to him to see him heading for his desk.

Nodding my head I looked through his bookshelf and seen he had one of my favorites; 'Animal Farm.' Without hesitating I grabbed it from the shelf and opened it. I know ironic for a wolf well runt to like a book that's filled with talking animals. When I decided to just read this one I made my way to one of his couches. Preferably the one closest to his desk, it made me feel safer being close to him.

When I started to read I couldn't help but, let my eyes wonder over to Landon. He seemed to be focused on writing something down and reading some papers. I just couldn't help but, watch him. The way he wrote, flipped through the pages, it all seemed so, perfect. Something in which I totally wasn't at all.

Which got me thinking, since he is an alpha am I now the Luna of this pack. Would he even make me his Luna, I am a runt, it would just be stupid right. Maybe he never thought about it if he did I doubt anyone would respect me as there Luna seeming my rank.

Looking down at the book I frowned, I guess it looked like some people were confused at the sight of us, maybe even disgusted. To have such a low rank wolf much less a runt next to their beloved alpha. It made me feel just as I always did worthless.

Did Landon see me as just a runt?

"I'm sure animal farm isn't that upsetting?" I heard him break the silence, only now realizing how I lost myself in thinking once again.

I lifted my head and locked eyes with his questioning gaze, letting my eyes fall onto the book once more before answering, "I think when Boxer dies its upsetting." I stated softly, finding it refreshing to be actually talking to someone who doesn't completely despise me.

Landon wanted to be careful with me I could see that and he didn't want to reject me. In fact he made me feel safe, protected. Something I've always wanted and he made it be. So talking to him was so out of the ordinary even if he was my mate who seemed to want me.

"Do you now?" he sounded amused, as I glanced back up at him to see him smiling.

I nodded my head and his eyes seemed to focus on something on my face but, from this distance I couldn't tell. Soon he looked down and started writing again so I assumed our conversation was over. I definitely lacked communication skills, having no one to talk to for a long time will do that to you. It was stupid but, a part of me was hurt about that being the end of the conversation, did I want to talk to him more?

Maybe he didn't want too talk to me anymore because of his work. I did tell him my whole life story, he's probably had enough of my talking. This was really bothering me though we didn't talk for two days and I guess I did want to talk to him. Which brought me to another question where was he for those two days exactly?

"Layla, come here." his voice was firm, filling the air as I jumped at how hard his tone was, closing my eyes out of instinct.

Silence filled the air quickly, my eyes tightened before opening slowly to meet his softened expression, "I didn't mean to say it like that." he breathed out almost in shock, while my eyes slowly met the floor.

I could just hear my heart pounding in my own ears. It terrified me to hear him speak in such a loud tone. Maybe it terrified me when anyone did, I have no idea if it'll always be like this but, for now it was. Only I felt hurt, this was my mate I shouldn't be afraid of him.

"I just, my wolf he wanted, I, wanted you to be closer to me and I just thought you'd want your space." he paused as if trying to find the right words before continuing, "It was just irritating me to be so far away from you." he explained softly, hearing this I couldn't help but, calm down.

Landon wasn't mad at me he was simply irritated because, I was not close enough to him?

It was still silent with my eyes focused on his black rug. I heard the wheels of his chair before his footsteps. The book in my hand was taken away being placed next to me. Before he lifted my head positioning it to where I was looking up at his tall figure.

His hand grasped the back of my neck lightly while his thumb traced over my cheek which heated up at his touch. The look he gave me filled my stomach with butterflies, his touch taking away my fear he ironically caused.

"I'm sorry baby." he whispered, firmly which made my heart swell, this is now the third time he's called me that.

The other time was when he was coaxing me out of my episode so I couldn't reflect on it but, now I could and it made me feel fuzzy inside. A feeling I was really not used to but, I guess mates did this to you. The feel of him touching my side with his free hand brought me back to reality.

"It's okay." I manage to get out under my obviously flustered state, his eyebrows seemed to furrow as if he didn't like my answer.

I squeaked as his hands flew to my hips, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and bringing me flush against him. My hands looped around his neck connecting together, my legs wrapping around his waist. Instantly I felt my face heat up while staring into his eyes that swirled with black and brown. The sparks felt amazing, his scent overwhelming and all I could think about was him.

We stood for a second until he walked forward and sat on the couch taking my previous spot. My legs now on either side of him while his hands went behind my back and pulled me into him.

"I'm still sorry." he whispered in my ear, while he stroked my hair gently.

His hold on me was firm and tight wanting me to feel how sorry he was. It warmed my heart to know he actually cared about my feelings. So my next move was kind of not expected, I leaned into him more. Savoring his touch and his smell of fresh wood, his grip tightened on me as well releasing any insecurity I had about my move.

This hug did as always made me feel completely safe.

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