Becoming part of the Griffin family (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7

Hope howls in my head, unhappy I'm ignoring our mates' pleas to open the door.

Her resolve faltering mere minutes after their first pleas and I sigh, blocking her from my mind, lovesick wolf.

I can’t face him, being near him weakens my resolve and I don’t want to agree to having a guard.

I have been just fine by myself all these years, and now I even have my wolf to protect me.... I don’t need his guard.

My stomach grumbles, pulling me from my thoughts.

I sigh, opening the door.

Judah isn’t there, but I know he won’t be far.

I'm right, he's sitting in the living room, his papers sprawled out in front of him on the coffee table.

I try to ignore him, walking towards the front door, but he's quickly in front of me.

Arms folded over his chest, he asks “where are you going?”.

I roll my eyes, attempting to step around him “wherever the fu*k I want” I sneer, but my heart breaks a little as I do.

I wish he hadn't ruined our moment together with his stupid protectiveness.

When he blocks my way again, I step back and look into his eyes.

A smirk curls my lips, knowing the exact words to push his, and Salem's, buttons “I am not yours, I can go wherever the fu*k I want....... Now let me go”, as I try yet again to manoeuvre around him, he stops me.

This time grabbing my hips and turning me to lean against the wall instead, his body pressed firmly onto mine, his scent entangling around me as if holding me frozen in place.

Then I make the irresistible mistake of inhaling his delectable woody scent, and it clouds my mind instantly, ridding me of all sensible thought.

My body acts without permission, my thumb moving along his plump bottom lip while biting my own.

I close my eyes for a moment, imagining what it would be like to kiss him before my eyes spring as I realised what is happening.

Within a second, I move out of his grasp and toward the door, opening it and hastily walking towards the pack house, moving fast to get as much distance between us as possible.

Within seconds he's again beside me, “ Where are you going Poppy?”.

“Away from you” my reply is blunt and without tone, it needs to be, my body continuing to be drawn to him.

Judah chuckles, still not taking me seriously, “ Oh really?”.

I groan in annoyance before trying to appease him, “I’m going to my parents'. I’ll be back later, Happy?”.

Judah grabs my hand and spins me back towards him, my hands landing on his chest, bracing myself so as to not slam into him.

“Not fair” I mumble, working hard to not inhale his godly scent again.

“You‘re not playing fair” he retorts, stroking my cheek softly.

I scoff, trying in vain to free myself from his embrace, “I’m not the one physically holding you in place right now, am I?”.

“No you’re not, you’re the one running away” he replies still smiling, his hold only tightening.

“I am NOT running away” I reply angrily, 'this is not how you treat someone you see as your equal' I think to myself before again trying to rip my arm from his hold.

“Oh my bad, walking away” he corrects sarcastically.

I groan, admitting defeat “what do you want?”.

He smugly looks down at me, victory in his gaze “I’m coming with you”.

I go to interrupt but he continues “ah! Don’t worry, I won’t be there as your mate. I will visit Drake and your family instead. I am actually a regular there. Your mum's cooking keeps me coming back nearly every week”.

I shake my head softly “you’re unbelievable”.

Judah’s face goes blank for a moment and I just know he is linking with my brother.

I'm proven correct as he vision again clears, smile growing on his lips as he whispers “she’s making lasagne, my favourite” with a wink.

He releases me then, walking towards the pack house in front of me.

I sigh, again admitting defeat.

I can’t back out now.

I've already messaged mum, if I said no suddenly she will think somethings wrong.

Once we get home, I wait for Judah to enter first.

I'm close enough to hear my family coo over him, they loved him. ‘Just great’.

After a few minutes, I walk in myself.

Hugging mum and dad and greeting my siblings and Sarah before lying through my teeth that I missed the bus and am taking the next one.

Dinner isn’t quite ready yet, so I excuse myself to my room.

If Judah is going to be here, I’m not going to make this easy for him.

I take off the sweats I have been wearing and shower, pleasuring myself and releasing soft moans I know only he will be able to hear.

Again thinking of all the things I wish I could let him do to me.

Next, I put on some tight skinny jeans with well placed rips and a simple singlet, letting my cleavage show a little.

I wear my hair in a bun, showing off my neck where I know he wishes his mark could be.

I look casual, but in the short time I known Judah, I already feel confident of how to push his buttons.

Drake knocks on the door and peeks his head in letting me know dinner is ready.

I emerge from my room and as I walk down the hall I see Judah staring at me..... or more glaring.

He's seething, but I just smirk, feeling a little victorious in my pay back.

I help mum with serving the others before sitting down myself.

Fortunately, I'm sitting at the other end of the table to Judah.

I enjoy dinner chatting with mum, dad and my siblings, but I can feel Judah sneak looks at me throughout it too.

I'm also texting Jacob throughout, catching up on how my time with his brother had been and agreeing to meet after dinner.

I smile down at my phone at one of his jokes as my mum elbows me playfully “who’s got you smiling like that?”.

I groan softly in reply “ Mum”.

She puts up her hands, offering her mock surrender “fine fine... I’m sure you will tell me if I need to know anything”.

I nod, sneaking a look at Judah, and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.

I smirk in reply, happy to be getting to him.

He doesn’t even notice Drake trying to get his attention until Drake waves his hand in front of his face and asks “Judah, you alright?”.

Judah looks to Drake as he continues “You look furious”.

Judah shrugs, looking away with an unconvincing grunt of “I’m fine”.

Drake frowns, tentatively pushing “you sure?”.

Judah nods, with a breathe regaining some his composure. “Yup. Now what’s for dessert?” he asks, smiling politely at mum.

My mum smiles warmly in reply.

'Uhhh why did she have to love him too', I inwardly groan.

“Well its just your luck, when Poppy said she was coming for dinner I made her favourite. It just so happens to be your favourite too”, Mum beams before turning to walk to the kitchen.

After mum serves every one their lemon meringue pie, she returns to get herself and me a piece.

Still in the kitchen, I whisper to her “how often does he come here?”.

She smiles proudly “when he's not away he usually comes every week, if not more. I feel his family may not be as close as ours”. “Do you like him?” I ask trying to hide my curiousity but still wanting to hear it for myself.

She looks at me a bit surprised “what’s not to like? He is lovely, plus he is set to be our Alpha, your brother his second. I do hope he finds his mate soon though. Poor man seems a little lost without her. He has been looking for a long time”.

I scoff “yeah and fu*king every she-wolf in his path too”.

Mum slaps my arm, chastising me, “one day, when you meet your mate, he may not have waited for you either. Don’t judge him like you have Judah”.

I shrug it off. “I’m not judging”.

My mum elbows me again, her look serious “ Yes you are” making me question myself a little under her stare.

“He has been looking for her for seven years, it’s a long time to wait and hope. I don’t blame him for trying to find comfort in others. He almost married one of them, you know? But at the last second, he called it off. Vowing to wait for his true mate and no one else. But I think Alpha Frank will make him find a chosen mate soon. He needs a Luna in order to become Alpha” she continues and I can feel the empathy in her words. She truly cares for him.

I nod, taking in all the information she had just told me, as well as her unknowing chastisement.

“Come on, they’ll think we've got lost” she jokes, passing me my dessert as I stand frozen in thought.

Right.

Dessert.