《Her alpha mate (Complete)✔️》Chapter Ten
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The drive was quite comfortable with a soft music drifting from the jeeps radio, Charlie had dozed off and her head rested on my shoulder; every once in a while Sam would look through the rear view mirror to check up on me.
I was itching to go for a run but that could wait. I needed to get through the drive and meeting the pack along with the ceremony and then I could run. "You ok?" Sam asks me I nod and turn to look out of the window as the trees blue past us. "You need to go for a run" he states.
"How'd you know?" I ask shocked. He chuckles lightly and honestly that was a soft gentle sound which I liked. I like this side far more than possessive and bipolar Samson.
"The bond as well as your scent your uneasy, hang on." Sam says and pulls over he cuts the engine and climbs out as do I we leave a sleeping Charlie in the truck.
I watch in awe as he strips down until he's in nothing but his boxers and damn his abs are hot the muscles bulge under his tanned skin and his six pack stares at me. "See something ya like?" He teases cocking an eyebrow at me. My cheeks flame red and I turn away from him. "Strip". He says and I whip around to face him.
"Um, no we're in the middle of nowhere and won't your pack notice your late?" I ask bluntly he scoffs at me.
"They can wait, now strip before I tear your clothes from you". He says his voice husky. I roll my eyes at him but can't deny the shiver that runs down my spine.
"Turn around and no peeking". I say he laughs at me but obliges, I hurriedly strip down to my underwear before I hastily shift into my wolf Sam does the same before he trots up to me and rubs his cheek against mine and the action has me stunned. He lets out a animalistic laugh before hiding our clothes behind a tree.
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Lauren?
The shit?! How are you in my head?!
The bond and I'm glad you can hear me c'mon let's go!
Sam takes off at a run and I growl playfully as I beat him we run and he turns and nips at my feet. I growl lightly. Two can play at that game...
I tackle him to the ground and he growls lowly I ignore him and we wrestle for dominance until I find myself pinned beneath him. I attempt to roll him off me but to no avail he snaps at me and I still instantly. He leans down and his snout rustles the fur on my neck as he inhales my scent I whimper as his teeth graze the soft spot where he is meant to mark me. He withdrawals and climbs off me I roll and shake the dirt and leaves off my fur and realise it's getting late.
Sam?
Hmmm?
The sun is setting, we should get back.
Ok
We set off at a slow pace before racing to the jeep.
Charlie is awake and pads over to us her boots thudding as she nears us. I trot ahead and retrieve my clothes I pull them on before going to the jeep I open my rucksack and pull out some underwear before slipping behind the tree I undress once again and put my underwear before putting the clothes on again. Sam has shifted and is wearing a black t-shirt, track pants and a pair of grey running shoes.
"Ok let's get moving it'll be dark soon". Sam says and starts the jeep up I buckle in and can't help the mockery in my voice.
"Yes, alpha" I say and hold back a laugh at the scathing look he throws me whilst Charlie sits in the backseat in a fit of giggles.
"Don't mock me". He says darkly and grabs my chin forcing me to look at him. "I may have played nice with you during the run but do not mistake that for me allowing you a free pass to disrespect me". He says calmly his breath fanning my face. Great two steps forward one hundred back. I thought as I looked out the window at the crescent moon that casts an eerie glow as we drove father down the road.
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We reach his pack at 9:30 and at this point I'm really tired. "I'll take you to my cabin you can sleep there for tonight I'll introduce you to everybody tomorrow" he says; unbuckling my belt lifts me out of the jeep as if I weighed nothing and carried me to his cabin which was a dark brown oak colour, he kicks the door open and places me gently on the bed my eyes droop and in seconds I'm asleep.
The next day (Saturday)...
I wake and groggily rub the grit from my eyes. I look around the room unaware of my surroundings until I remember the drive here and Sam letting me sleep in his bed.
I climb out of the bed which, when I look at it has a mahogany bed frame and black pillow cases and a duvet.
My eyes scan the rest of the room which has Sam's scent inside it and I don't mean a little smell I mean like a old lady went a little to heavy on the perfume.
By the bed is a bedside table with a cute lamp in it, there is a dresser and a wardrobe on the far right and the walls are black but the floor is made up of dark wooden planks. With my curiosity piqued I decide to explore further and wind up in the living room.
The living room walls are a nice navy blue with the same wooden planks as in the bedroom but a bearskin rug is in the centre, a flatscreen tv is on the centre wall with a black leather couch facing it there is a quaint dark brown bookshelf I walk over to it and run my hands over the spines of some of the books.
I pull out my phone and check the time. 1:30am woah, I sleep like the dead... I also notice some tables dotted around holding various items I walk over to one table and see a jar that contains what looks like an eyeball in blood.
I recoil in horror as I hear a small chuckle behind me and I whirl my eyes wide and alert for danger. "Luna, it's Aaron Dales I'm the alpha's beta and yes he keeps certain... Souvenirs from his victims". Aaron says I almost vomit but hold it as I realise just how many souvenirs Sam might have. "Would you like some breakfast?" Aaron asks me politely. I like this guy he is tall and has nice brown hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones.
"No thanks I think the revelation about Sam's morbid souvenir collection has put me off eating forever". I laugh; Aaron chuckles and nods before showing me around the cabin some more. The kitchen is modern day with dark black countertops and a island surrounding the table.
Next up is the bathroom which is tiled nicely and has a jacuzzi which is made completely of black marble. I run my hand over the cold marble liking the smoothness of it. Aaron coughs discreetly behind me and I turn to see Sam in the doorway watching my actions closely. "You like it?" He asks slightly blushing. I nod and he smiles broadly at me. I liked that smile. "I'm glad, so ready to meet the pack?" He asks his gaze resting on my face.
"Um, can I at least bathe and change?" I ask and he smiles nodding before turning and leaving along with beta Aaron. I strip and push a button on the bath like jacuzzi and it fills with water that is steamy I push another button and it fills with bubbles I climb in and allow the heat of the water to wash away my concerns of being Luna of this pack...
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