The Enslaved Wolf Queen

Good Morning

Luke POV:

The morning light filtered in through the gaps of the dark curtain. I had been awake for a while, unable to sleep. My wolf would not allow it because our mate was so close, yet so out of reach. My wolf was restless. I wanted to mark her and claim her as mine, but it just wasn't possible right now. I watched her sleep from the doorway, too afraid to move closer incase I woke her. Her dark hair was splayed across the pillow, the contrast against the white pillow case was inviting. I already knew what her hair smelled like, but I wanted to be there, next to her. Pulling her in, and breathing her scent directly in my lungs, wrapping her dark strands around my fingers. Her chest was rising and falling rhythmically. She looked peaceful — almost fragile, but I knew better. Adelaide is one woman that would never be fragile. I shouldn't be here standing and watching her sleep like a creep. I should give her time to process last night, but I couldn't bare to be away from her, even if being away meant separate rooms. I wished it could be easy, and I could mark her and claim her, and we could live happily ever after, but again, it was wishful thinking. Adelaide would never allow anyone to just claim her. No. She was mine to earn.

I made my way to the kitchen to brew some coffee. She told me last night how she preferred it, and I wanted to wake her up with the perfect cup of coffee. My mind wandered back to last night. She was stubborn. I saw that in our argument and in our fight, and in our kiss. She's persistent, she never stops until she gets what she wants. She was also infuriatingly irresistible, she got on my nerves, and pushed my buttons like no one else I have ever known. I wanted to hate her for having that much access to me, but my wolf wouldn't allow it.

When she finally walked in, yawning and wrapped in the grey blanket I’d left on the couch for her, I felt a surge of possessiveness I couldn’t hide. She looked at me like she owned the morning, and in some ways, she did—because without her, I was incomplete. She caught my gaze, smirked faintly, and I knew immediately we were going to argue again. Not about anything important—about everything. About the kiss, the tension, the fact that we were too close, too drawn, too… everything.

I put the coffee on the table, leaning against the counter. "Morning," I said, voice low, careful. Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head like she was already challenging me. "Morning," she replied, deliberately casual, though the twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed her amusement—and maybe her desire. I wanted to close the distance, press her against the counter, and kiss her again, to remind her that last night hadn’t been a mistake. But I stayed still. My wolf snarled in frustration, unsatisfied, pacing just beneath my skin.

This was going to be a long day.

"How did you sleep?" She asked as she brought the mug to her lips, her dark eyes piercing into my own. She was challenging me, but I wasn't going to take the bait. "It was good, and yours?" I asked. Her smile faltered a bit when she realized that I had caught on, "it could have been better." I walked around the table towards her, and my hand shot out and cupped hers. "And how could it have been better?" I asked, and she leaned in real close to my face, her eyes sultry and seductive. My heart was racing, thinking about what she might do next, while my wolf yelled and nagged at me to kiss her. "I think I am going to shower now." She smirked as she put her cup down, and walked away. I couldn't take it.

I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into me. I saw her cheeks blush under the fluorescent kitchen lights. "You didn't anticipate this after all your teasing?" I asked, my voice was low and deep, my wolf was at the edge of taking over. "I wasn't teasing," she said coyly. I pulled her closer so that our noses were touching. "Did you want to provoke me then?" I asked, and she smirked, "What would you have done?" She asked, her eyes sparkling with desire, "I would have broken down the damn door if I had to." She bit her lip, and I lifted her chin, "is that what you wanted, Little Wolf?" Before she could respond there was a knock on the door, and she pulled back from me, shaking her head as if to clear the lust that had fogged her brains and eyes. She turned away from me and walked upstairs. Always composed.

I growled. What did Rowan want now!? I pulled open the door and stared at him expectantly. "Did I interrupt something?" He asked, as he peaked into the house. "What do you want?" I sighed. "Your father summons you and your new mate for breakfast." I folded my arms across my chest, hoping he would assume his own answer and leave me alone. "How shall I answer him, Luke?" He asked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. My wolf was on edge, he didn't trust this invite, and we did not want Adelaide in danger. "Breakfast is in an hour." I gave him an angry look and slammed the door.

I was fuming, but that all disappeared once she interrupted my brooding with her sweet voice. "What was that about?" She asked, my eyes instantly tracked her to the top of the stairs, and my heart started palpitating at the site. Adelaide's hair was wet and falling down her shoulders and arms, while her body was wrapped in a towel. I could see so much of her upper thigh, and the tops of her breast. The rest of her words were lost on me, because the blood rush had temporarily made me deaf.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes and giggled, before turning and leaving. I needed air, or I was going to do something Adelaide might regret.