Chapter 11- In Their Room
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Taunie fit perfectly against Treston's chest, his arms wrapped around her as though he’d finally found the one place his body had been built to rest. Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling, the quiet between them warm and full. His eyes held hers with a mix of love, hunger, and awe, the kind of look only a fated mate could give — like she was both miracle and destiny.
Taunie’s fingers brushed along his jaw, tracing the strong line there. Treston's hands tightened at her waist, not possessive, just reverent, as if grounding himself in the reality that she was truly here, truly his.
For a long moment, they simply stayed like that — embraced, glowing in the soft light of their room, studying each other like they were learning a new language written only in heartbeats.
Then Treston's voice dropped to a warm rumble.
“Taunie,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her cheek, “would you like a tour of your new home?”
Her breath caught at the word your. Not our pack house, not the territory — your home. He meant it. He meant her place here was permanent, protected, claimed in the gentlest way.
He smiled, a little crooked, a little shy for an Alpha. “And after that… I want to introduce you to some of the pack. The ones closest to me. The ones who’ll be closest to you.”
His eyes softened even more. “They’re going to love you.”
Treston laced his fingers with Taunie’s as they stepped out of their room, his thumb brushing slow circles against her skin. The pack house hallway was quiet at this hour, sunlight spilling through tall windows and warming the wooden floors. Taunie felt the warmth of his presence beside her, steady and grounding, like he was silently promising she’d never walk these halls alone.
Every time she reacted—eyes widening, lips parting in surprise—Treston's chest swelled with pride. He watched her like he was memorizing every expression.
“This is all yours now,” he said softly. “Your home. Your sanctuary.”
Taunie squeezed his hand, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice.
As they reached the main floor, a few pack members were already moving through the common area—warriors finishing morning drills, omegas preparing for the day, a couple of elders sipping tea.
The moment they saw Treston and Taunie together, everything paused.
A hush fell over the room.
Then warmth spread through the space like a ripple.
Some bowed their heads respectfully. Others smiled with open curiosity. A few younger wolves whispered excitedly, unable to hide their awe at seeing their Alpha with his fated mate.
One of the elders stepped forward, her silver hair braided neatly. “Luna Taunie,” she said with a gentle smile, “welcome home. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Taunie felt emotion rise in her throat—acceptance, belonging, something ancient settling into place.
Treston's hand slid to the small of her back, steady and proud. “She’s ours,” he said simply, and the room seemed to brighten.
The scent of breakfast drifted from the dining hall—fresh bread, roasted vegetables, herbs, and something warm and savory that made Taunie’s stomach flutter with sudden hunger.
Treston chuckled softly. “Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s get you fed. The pack will want to sit with us.”
He guided her toward the long wooden tables where pack members were gathering. Conversations quieted again as they entered, but this time the silence was full of excitement, not surprise.
A seat had already been prepared at Tristen’s right side—her place.
He pulled out the chair for her, a small gesture but one that made her chest tighten with affection. As she sat, the pack slowly resumed their chatter, though many eyes still flicked toward her with warmth and curiosity.
Treston leaned close, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “This is just the beginning, Taunie. They’re ready to love you as much as I do.”
Taunie’s breath caught, her heart thudding in her chest.
Taunie’s Perspective
Alpha Treston didn’t sit right away. Instead, he moved toward the long buffet table where omegas had laid out steaming dishes. Taunie watched him—broad shoulders, sure movements, the quiet authority that made everyone instinctively step aside for him. But there was something softer in the way he selected food, as if he were choosing each item with her in mind.
He filled a plate slowly, thoughtfully.
Her favorite fruits.
Warm bread.
A portion of the savory dish she’d been eyeing earlier.
Even a small drizzle of honey.
When he returned, he set the plate in front of her with a gentleness that made her chest tighten. Then, instead of sitting immediately, he crouched slightly so he was eye‑level with her.
“Eat,” he murmured, voice warm. “You need your strength.”
Her cheeks heated instantly. She could feel pack members glancing their way—curious, affectionate, a little amused. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention, and certainly not like this.
Treston finally sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed. He picked up a piece of fruit, held it between his fingers, and turned toward her.
“Open,” he said softly.
Taunie’s breath caught. Her heart thudded. She could feel the warmth of his body, the steady confidence radiating from him, the unmistakable pride in his eyes. She swallowed, aware of how many people were in the room, aware of how intimate this was.
“Treston…” she whispered, mortified and flustered and impossibly touched all at once.
He only smiled—slow, knowing, tender. “Let me take care of you.”
Her face burned. But she opened her mouth.
The fruit brushed her lips before he placed it gently on her tongue. Sweetness bloomed across her tastebuds, but it was nothing compared to the warmth that spread through her chest. She felt claimed, cherished, adored in a way she’d never experienced.
She chewed slowly, trying not to melt under the weight of his gaze.
Pack members pretended not to stare, but she could feel their smiles. Their acceptance. Their excitement. And beneath her embarrassment, something deeper unfurled—belonging.
Treston fed her another bite, then another, each one slower, more deliberate. His fingers brushed her lower lip once, barely a touch, but it sent a shiver down her spine.
“You’re blushing,” he murmured, amused and affectionate.
“Because you’re feeding me in front of everyone,” she hissed under her breath, though her voice held no real protest.
“They should see how I treat my Luna,” he replied, tone low and reverent. “With devotion.”
Her heart nearly stopped.
She looked at him—really looked—and the embarrassment softened into something warm and overwhelming. Love. Trust. A pull so strong it felt like gravity.
She whispered, “You’re going to make me fall for you too fast.”
Treston leaned in, lips brushing her temple. “Good,” he said. “I plan to catch you.”
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