Explaining the intensity of such a headache would be merely impossible. Some call it a hangover, I call it the goddesses way of telling me to watch my alcohol consumption next time. She may be telling me to stop all together but who am I to waste a drink.

Kissed by the sun and touched by the cool breeze, I realized my night was over and morning had arrived. Last night, my plan was to not fall asleep but to merely rest my eyes. I guess my body had another agenda. I reached over into the bedside drawer, pulling a small bottle of Tylenols. It was an emergency. I popped the pill, taking it back water less, shivering as I felt the pill slighter down my throat.

I collapsed back and began to think. I miss home. I miss my room. I missed walking down into the living room to see my mother fixing breakfast and my father fiddling with a task he knew he could not do.

I walked into the bathroom, turning the faucets to hear the water pour from the shower head. I undressed and slipped in, easing up when I felt the water attack my muscles. It was a place to unwind. Soon, I could feel the potion of the Tylenol kicking in. Once cleansed, I exited the shower and entered my room.

I sat at the vanity, starring at the wet strands of hair that clung to my face and shoulder as I tied it up. Then there was a knock against the door.

"Come in." I yelped, assuming that Brittany had learned the term 'knocking' for once.

Through the reflection of the mirror, I could see the dark hair of another. The woman from last night. I turned to her, tightening my towel around my body, seeing as how if something happened, I was fully naked.

She closed the door gently behind her. What the hell did she want? She has some fucking nerve.

"Do you mind?" I said, referring to the clothes I had sprawled across the bed.

"By all means.

I stood from chair and gathered my clothing and slipped into the closet area. I rushed to get dressed. Nearly falling as I struggled to get my foot into my jeans. I slipped on my shirt and tightened the knot on my hair.

"Can I help you?" She looked up in a startle as I stepped from behind the door. The words escaped my lips a little harsher then I set it out to be.

"Yes. I just wanted to clear some things up."

She is here to spill the beans I see. Calming down, I gestured for her to have a seat in the chair as I opted to sit on my bed across from her. She sat down, crossing her legs elegantly as I flopped down. Due to her bangs shielding a large portion of her face, it was hard to get a good look at her.

"Yeah?"

"I wish we could have met on better terms than this." She giggled nervously.

I just stared.

"How else would we have met?" Again, that harsh response. It felt as if I had no control on my tones. Instead of responding as hasty as I did, she instead cleared her throat.

"You're a very tough cookie I see."

"Yeah, I know."

"Well, to properly introduce myself, my name is Francesca."

"Yeah?" The only thing I could express was sarcasm.

"To get to the point, what you saw last night was not exactly what you thought."

"You have no idea what I thought." I need to put a leash on my tongue.

"By the slap across Alpha Xavier's face, I'm pretty sure I do."

There was that slight moment that I remembered that I slapped him. There were also the moments everyone's face looked ridiculous. I could not help but laugh as she did too.

"Oh."

"Well trust me; nothing is going on between him and I. I'm from the Brown Stone tribe. I know Xavier because of my son-" she suddenly became lost in thought. Surrounding the color of her eyes, were the tears that struggled to hold on.

I pushed to the edge of my seat. What got her so worked up? What is wrong? I could admit that I was still angry, however I could not help but feel some sort of concern for her.

"My son name was Chase. He was married and matted to Emily."

I have done some idiotic things in my time. A few bad choices. Dumb things here and there but what I have done last night, to her, to him, was probably the most dimwitted thing I have ever done. It took me time to realize the headache had returned. It also took me time to repeat her words in my head. Her son was matted to Xavier's deceased sister who had died some time ago.

I felt ill again. Saying that I was sorry would never justify my actions and my behavior toward her. I can try though.

"I'm so sorry." It was then that the tears began to fall, washing away the perfectly defined makeup that enlightened her face. It was then that her true features were shown. Hidden under her makeup was her true age. Still blessed with beauty, her face painted a picture of a woman who had seen many days and bared life of her own. A middle aged woman.

"What happened to him, may I ask?"

"It is true. Some can bare the life without their mate. Some, cannot come to terms without their other half. My son could not overcome the loss of his mate. Broken hearted, his life was slowly eaten away by pain, heartache, and lost."

"I'm sooo sorry Ms. Francesca." I apologized softly. "I didn't mean- I mean, I did not know that-I-"

"Its fine." she began to wipe away the tears. "You were protecting what belonged to you. I truly understand."

"Wait. No. He's not mine." My words became a mix. I just hoped she did not spot the faint blush.

"Come on, I'm no fool. With a blow like that to his face, he has to be yours. No Alpha, especially Xavier, would take that hit from just anybody."

Again, I found it funny, even though I had some wrongs to make right with him.

"But I didn't know." I spoke.

"Its fine honey."

She stared up at me, her eyes locked on to my face as she scanned over my features.

"You look so familiar to me. Are you sure we never met?"

I stood there as she examined me better. I was sure I would have remembered meeting her if I did. Forgetting a face was hard for me.

"Who are your parents?"

"Um my father is Rick Patterson. He was a warrior for this tribe."

She smiled. A small smile at first but as it grew; it pushed her rosy cheeks up, slowly revealing her perfect teeth.

"That is why you look so familiar."

"How? do you know my father?"

"Rick and Damon were like two peas in a pod. He was an exceptional man. I was just astonished as to why he did what he did."

"Why he did what?"

She looked at me, her smile dimmed down to a plain face. She looked at me like she was reading me like the back page of a book.

"It was lovely meeting you though. I hope to see you again." She stood up, her behavior shifty as she took leave of my room.

What did my father do?

I have to ask him what she meant by this but first, I needed to clear the air with someone else.

Or someone...

I took in a deep breath. Stating that I was nervous would be an understatement. I was nearly trembling however I knew this was something that I had to do. Apologizing to him was not easy. Half of the time, his behavior would not allow you to apologize no matter how necessary it was.

Sadly, it was necessary. I had hit him. I had lashed out at him in a way that was truly unneeded all because of miscommunication and jumping to conclusions. I owed him this, no matter how much it ate me up to just walk away.

I knocked against the door. Deep down, I hoped he did not answer. Yes, I wanted to see him tonight; however it was the confrontation that I pressed to avoid.

"Come in." My hopes were slayed when he granted me permission to enter.

It felt like I was about to walk into the lion's den. Or wolf den to be more accurate. The knob twisted and I entered. He glanced up from his work, his facial features stern. I mentally cursed my need to come here but it was seeing his face that reached me.

I tugged at the collar of my blouse. Another bad nervous gesture of mine. As the heat began to increase, I saw this as the perfect time to speak and do what I had to do.

"Hi?" The door closed behind me. He did not respond. Instead, he leaned back, watching as my strength came crumbling down in front of him.

"Yes?" I could tell me wanted me to get to the point. He wanted me to crack. Honestly, I was already at that stage.

"Alpha, I came here to apologize for my behavior yesterday evening. I allowed my inner emotions to run wild. I know not to jump to conclusions like that. Again, I'm so sorry for...slapping you."

I pinched my bottom lip with my teeth, anticipating a response from him. Instead, he remand silent. His arms crossed a gesture that revealed all of his upper assets. It was a weakness of mine. He was blessed with a body that any women would attempt to grasp.

I pushed to look as helpless as possible. I rehearsed this before I came here. Sad eyes. Poked lips. I just wanted him to forgive me. Say something. Anything that would make me feel a little less guilty. Tension seemed to be rising between him and me. That was before his mouth opened to unleash a hardy laugh.

"What is so funny?" I had to ask.

"I'm just pretty shocked at the smack from you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I stepped forward, attempting to express my guilt and apologize for my misbehavior.

"I'm going to let you slide this once, okay?"

My head shook to nod. He watched me closely. A cheeky grin appeared across my face. He motioned for my dismissal before he went back to his work. Instead, I stayed, watching as his attention refocused on the files before him.

Can I help you?" His tone was not harsh. Instead, it held more wonder then any.

"Can I..make it up to you?"

His head titled at an angle as his eyes scanned over me, taking notice of the nervous gestures. Shifting from foot to foot, I waited for an answer.

"I'm always open to a proper apology." That grin. Sexually tempting and downright arousing.

I made my way around the desk, watching as his eyes roamed across my frame. My head began to spin when I touched him. Just rubbing my hands across his chest excited me, sending swarms of bees to my abdomen.

I had to calm myself. I was here for a reason. To take control. Swinging my leg over his lap, I sat on his lap to face him. I looked at his lips. Tempting succulent pieces of flesh that I yearned to touch. In due time. I gripped his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before he placed his hands onto my thighs. He squeezed. I whimpered. A small smile had appeared on his face before it stretched to a full on grin.

Kiss after kiss was placed upon his chest, maneuvering from one shoulder to the other. He gripped my face, pulling me up until her lips met for the first time tonight. My tongue was tied to his, intertwined in a battle for control.

Small whimpers slithered from the back of my throat as he enhanced his grip on my thighs. I licked his lips. He kissed mine back. I kissed him back. He bit my mine. On cue, I moaned against his mouth, exhaling wave after of wave of heavy breaths and sighs.

My pants button popped open when he gripped and pulled. He tugged until the zipper slid down and my jeans were as open as they could go. My body tensed up as I followed the trail of his fingers down until they reached the material of my panties. I winced. He watched, his eyes darkened with hunger.

As much as I wanted him to touch me, feel me, please me, I had to remember that I was here to apologize to him.

I removed his hand.

"No." I ticked my finger.

His eyebrow arched as he watched me. He did not seem to understand until I lowered myself to my knees. I inched beneath his desk and tended to his pants buckle before they loosened for me to remove them.

I stuck my hand into the boxer hole. It took no time to find the hard manhood that begged for some attention. I licked my lips as my eyes lost its light. Running my fingers up and around his manhood, I watched as his body felt the pleasure.

I wanted to tease him. I wanted him to feel the pain that I had experienced when my body yearned for his touch but he decided to play his own games. Pay back Alpha. I slid my fingers across the shaft in hopes to watch him break. He was a strong man.

I extended my tongue. He watched as my tongue grazed the soft skin of his head. His jaw had begun to drop right after I took him into my mouth. I pushed to have him more. I took him all in, controlling my reflexes when his manhood hit the back of my throat.

He seemed to enjoy me. He seemed to enjoy the pleasure that I could not help but offer. I slurped, sucked, gagging until his shaft was covered in my very own saliva. His fingers. Aggressively gripping my hair to guide my head. He was pushing to release, which I yearned for. I knew exactly what would help him.

I unleashed a growl, allowing the back of my throat to vibrate against his hardness. It was like adding the last ingredient. It was then that I felt his cum shoot around the inside of my mouth. I ran my fingers across his chest, slurping up every drop of him until I heard the sound of the only door opening.

Time seemed to freeze as I did. It was even stranger when my lips were still blanketing his manhood.

"Hey?" My fingers clinched onto his thighs, digging my finger nails into his meaty flesh.

"What?!" Xavier lashed out. I eased under the desk, refusing to be spotted during such a private moment. I guess privacy went out the window when we decided to be intimate in his study.

"What are you up to?"

"I'm trying to work. Do you mind?" It was for certain that Allen could not see what was hidden beneath the desk. Surely he would not want to.

"Sorry but there are a few things that need your attention. Should I come back later?"

"Later." Xavier assured.

Allen agreed. Heavy steps walked toward the exit. Suddenly, there was a stop.

"I guess there is no need to verbally tell Amira that you like her huh?'"

Oh?

"I will kill you."

"Calm down big guy. I'm out."

Sure that he was gone, I removed myself from the desk. It was awkward hearing Allen say what he did. Was there a discussion about me? I stood in the middle of the floor like a fool, struggling to control the sudden surge of sparks that ignited against my skin.

"Good night Alpha." I could barely control the grin on my face right before he grabbed me.

"Where are you going?"

"My room." Where else?

"No. you will be staying with me tonight." It sounded more like a demand then anything. "Go to my room. I will be there soon."

He proceeded to tend to the mess of paperwork that was still on his desk. I, unable to find the words to respond with, turned to follow his orders.

I eased into his room, making sure my presence went unnoticed. His room a lavishing oasis. A relaxing room that carried a thick scent of him. I took in the full scenery of the room while I had time. The large king sized bedding centered in the middle of the room. The large television hanging on the wall. To the left, two doors that led into the spacious closet and the bathroom.

The decorations were limited. I would expect that from a male's room. Pictures were the only thing. A limited amount at that. Pictures of him and his sister. Pictures of nature during the winter storms. Then there was one that caught my attention.

It was a family portrait in the center. I spotted our Previous Luna, Abby. Our previous Alpha, Damon. There was a younger Angela, smiling ear to ear. Xavier, his smaller face as hard as stone. Then there was another girl. A beautiful girl who seemed to glow with happiness. She resembled them in so many ways. From the eyes. To the lips.

"What are you doing?" Struck with surprise, I spun around to see Xavier standing just inches away from me.

"Oh hey?" The nervousness in my voice was obvious. "I was just looking around."

Our eyes engaged in a stare down before he looked at the photo.

"It's a lovely family portrait. When was it taken?"

For a moment, things were quiet. It was a moment that seemed to last forever as he stared at the enlarged photo. He finally looked at me. Through his changing eyes, I could see that mental wall begin to build it self once again.

"I'm very tired." He ignored my previous statement. He walked passed me and into his walk-in closet. His mood now seemed off. He walked back out wearing nothing but his boxers and walked over to his bed, sitting at the edge of the bed as he fiddled with a few things in hand.

"You can lie down. I won't bite." He commented on my awkward choice to stand in the middle of the bedroom.

I choose my side of the bedding. The side closer to the window to enjoy the breeze that slipped in. I got comfortable, waiting patiently for him to finish up and turn the lights out. It was then that I felt the weight of his arm snake around my waist. I stiffened under him when I felt his lips brush against the back of my shoulder.

"The picture was taken about eight years ago." His voice had softened up. "My mother insisted that he held still long enough to take a family photo. I hated that she made us take it. Thought it was quite embarrassing at first. Now, I can't go a day without looking at it."

I turned to face him. Cupping his face in to my hands, I pulled his face to mine, caressing his lips with my own. All I wanted to do was comfort him. I had a dozen questions to ask but I just didn't believe this was the best time.

I snuggled in to his chest, allowing his warm body and sweet scent to fill my nose as I dozed off in to a different world...