"Would you visit my grave if I died?"

"I'd die before you were ever in a grave malyshka." -Christian Allister (The Maddest Obsession)

Alessandra and I continued to christen the house. My mate was a little vixen, constantly enticing me. Every surface had felt the heat of my mate. She had finally fallen asleep a while ago, wrapped up in the white sheets of my bed.

I was standing in front of my wall-length windows, watching as the sun began to rise. My mind often wandered to my mother. I think she would have liked the woman Alessandra grew into. The thought makes me smile and I almost miss the beady eyes staring at me.

Bright green eyes stare at me through the window. I mind link Ricardo and Hiro immediately.

Nightshade. North-east border.

The Nightshade jumps from its spot behind the trees and crashes through my window. Its dark hands clasp my throat, ready to pierce my jugular with its claws. Dark hair fills my vision as the Nightshade is thrown off me.

Alessandra.

It hisses at her. Its yellow, pointy teeth on display as it goes to attack her. I grab it by its throat and slam it to the floor. Without any hesitation, I force my hand through its chest cavity and pull out its heart. The Nightshade chokes and falls to the floor, disappearing into dust. Warm blood drips from my hand onto the floor as I stare at the nightmare that has come to life.

Alessandra covers her mouth with her hand. Her face displays shock.

"Was that a Nightshade?"

I give her a nod before wrapping her in my arms. She's wearing a black shirt of mine. It almost reaches her knees and my wolf howls with excitement from seeing our mate look completely ours. Her hair is still messy from my hands pulling on it, her neck is littered with bites, and I can still smell my release between her thighs.

Beautiful.

"You should get cleaned up, your brother will be here soon," I tell her reluctantly.

She smirks before disappearing upstairs.

Ricardo and Hiro come rushing in, my dad and Alessandra's are behind them.

"We have a problem," I say.

"This was too close, Alessandra could have been hurt," Antonio says.

I growl.

"I'm more than capable of protecting my mate," I say.

He doesn't look impressed but stops talking.

"There haven't been any reports of Nightshades from other packs," Hiro says.

"I doubt any of them would want to help us, the east coast has a rogue problem right now and the closest pack is not exactly a fan of ours," Ricardo adds.

It was true the Midnight Pack and Blood Moon were constant competitors in everything. They would love to see us fall. Their alpha was one who I would not mind killing myself.

"What about Silver Creek? Their only problem with us might be that my daughter absolutely destroys their runners whenever there is a race," Antonio says, mostly to brag.

"Silver Creek is too small of a pack, we should wait before dragging them into this," I say.

"This could end up being an isolated incident for all we know. Nightshades are only powerful in groups," Hiro says.

For a moment we are all quiet as we ponder over what to do. Hiro sniffs the air before his face breaks out into a shit-eating-grin.

"You dog! It smells like sex in here," he exclaims.

Well, fuck me.

Ricardo and Antonio both let out growls while my dad just looks amused. Hiro quickly catches onto his mistake as I glare at him.

"Sexy! It smells sexy in here like bergamot or something.." Hiro says sheepishly.

"Well how about we increase patrol and call for a pack meeting to alert the others," I say in an effort to change the subject. I get nods of agreement and a grunt from Ricardo. They all turn to leave, opting to step through the broken glass of my window instead of the door.

I let out an exasperated breath. Alphas never rest.

I go to my fridge and open it. I reach for a water bottle when I realize the contents.

Eggs, vegetables, fruit, cheese, meat, and water.

Mom was always the chef in the house and after she passed my dad always stuck to simple things that were typically healthy. What would Alessandra want to eat? I made a note to get some ingredients for a Shirley Temple.

I should just ask her what else she likes to eat. Surely the woman cannot survive on her favorite fruity drink.

I jog up the stairs and hear the water running in my shower.

She's still in there?

The cold black marble presses against my feet as I enter the bathroom. The glass doors give me a perfect view of what my mate is doing. Her hands rub her breasts as she washes them with my body wash. I know she can hear me, which makes her spend more time on her breasts.

Such a mundane task, but she makes it look so appealing.

I strip off my clothes and step into the shower with her. The hot water burns my skin as I trail my hands up her body.

"Zane," she whispers. I hold onto one of her breasts and spread her legs. Her ass is against my cock as I grab her leg and lift it to the side. Without a warning, I thrust into her. She whimpers before grinding back onto me.

I grasp her chin and roughly turn her head for a kiss. My mouth assaults hers, capturing her moans in my mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chants. Each word is louder than the last as I continue to ram into her. I pull out and let go of her leg and press her hands against the wall. She sticks her ass out and I run my cock along her lips before thrusting in again. This time I grab both of her breasts as I slam into her with a punishing force.

"Fuck, fuck," she moans.

"You like that don't you?" I rasp out.

"Yes!"

I trail my hand down from her breast to her clit. I rub in small circles, keeping a steady pace. Alessandra's body clenches, she rises to the tips of her toes as an orgasm shakes her. She lets out a loud moan before pressing her face to the wall to steady herself as I continue to fuck her.

I push in a couple of more times before I feel my release build. It creeps up my back before I empty myself into her. My release triggers another one of her own and she shakes before going completely limp.

I grab her and finish cleaning her up before heading back to my room. She's passed out as I cradle her in my arms.

Mine.

I put her in my bed before heading to the packhouse to deal with business.