Her secret mate

The new normal begins

The next few days after that morning is a blur.

Everything happened quite fast. Darcy was beyond pissed at both of our parents for not keeping the party safe and almost getting us killed. In the past he had his moments with both my father and his own when he butted heads with them regarding one topic or another, but he always stayed more or less diplomatic about it... but not this time. This time he was outright furious with them and did not care to hide his rage... or maybe we were only seeing the very top of it and the anger he was feeling deep in him was much, much greater.

I guess his own father knew better than to test him right now, but my father... well that was a different story. The main problem with my father, like always, was that in his world no one else matters, but him. No one else had emotions, but him. Well, even if they had opinions or feelings about what he did, it was no concern of his.

This was not helping my father's case in Darcy's eyes. He did not like him to begin with and with all the s**t he pulled lately, he was moving into the category of people Darcy straight on hated. It was not a place anyone should want to be in, especially now that in a month he will be the alpha of the biggest pack the world has seen in centuries if not ever.

"Tell me whose idea was to spend two weeks here?"

I could not help but laugh at the expression on his face. We were sitting in our room, and it was the first quiet moment together we had. The last few days were so hectic and Darcy was swept away to official meetings with the pack.

So today he finished before midnight, so we spent the evening in bed. He had a headache, so I gave him a massage. Right now his head was in my lap as he was complaining about yet another stupid thing my father did.

"Well, mister alpha, it was your idea, if I remember correctly. I told you that it was a bad idea."

I could not help, but laugh at the frown on his face.

"Because it was a good idea. I need to bond with the pack before I take over... it's just... it's just..."

"It's just that my father is a beyond frustrating, narcissistic asshole?"

My brutal honesty broke the tension in his body as he started to giggle. I guess laughter broke down the wall of frustration in him because his laughter became a bit manic.

"For the first time since I was a hormonal teenager, I almost lost control. Your father was one word away from having his head ripped of him."

One eyebrow lifted I stared at him with a light chuckle.

"What is mister the greatest alpha to have ever lived. His words, not mine. Doesn't like the idea that in a month he will be just a father-in-law to the biggest baldest alpha?"

"He did not say that? Even he could not have been that full of himself..."

As he said that, I saw his brain working as I broke down laughing.

"Okay... well, maybe he is that full of himself."

"Oh, you have been around him for what now, four days? You know that he is more than capable of saying something like that with a straight face."

With a deep sigh, he brushed a hand over his face.

"Yeah, you are right, I can see him saying that. This morning he said that my black suits are so boring and that I should dress a bit more colorfully. He even offered me his designer services."

I could not help myself as I started to laugh.

"Oh what, do you not want to have one of my father's trade-mark white suites with gold trim? We could get you a cane and maybe even a top hat with feathers..."

He rolled his eyes at my words and with a wicked smirk on his face turned around pinning me to the bed.

"You think you are so funny?"

The question was clearly rhetorical, but I could not help myself but tease him a bit more.

"Well, yes, yes I do."

"Well then let's see how funny you will find this."

He said with a wicked smirk on his face as his fingers found their way to my sides. Mercilesly he started tickling me and all I could do was roll around and laugh hysterically. The man was evil, he knew how sensitive my sides were, but he showed me no mercy.

We were rolling around in bed for a few minutes like that, to the point when I begged him to stop because I could no longer take a breath in.

Finally he showed me mercy and together we laid down on the top of the covers side by side, my head on his chest as he lazily stroked my head.

"Sorry, I was so busy these last few days. It's a bad excuse, to the fact that I did not check on you."

With a sad smile I just shook my head.

"It's okay, you were busy with pack stuff, and I am a big girl that can take care of herself."

A moment later, I felt his hand on my cheek as he lifted my chin, making me look up and meet his eyes.

"It's still a bad excuse, and you did not answer."

I took a deep breath and smiled at him sadly.

"I'm okay."

My voice did not sound completely sure, but it was true. I could not say that I am good or even fine... hell I am not sure if I will ever be that... but I was okay.

It did not look like he believed me, but at the same time, he did not want to drag a real answer out of me. So he just kissed my forehead and pulled me back into his arms.