Joining Our Packs

Chapter Three Accepting the Bond

Amelia's POV

I could feel my mate harden beneath me instantly causing me to become more aroused my wetness pooling near my heated core. If I stayed in his embrace much longer he would soon be able to smell me and I knew what that could do to his wolf so I jumped off his lap and ran out of my office and to my room.

Once inside I went into the adjoining bathroom and stripped down. The hot water felt like heaven on my tense muscles and I found myself relaxing as the tears were washed from existence.

Acacia paces in my mind angry at me for leaving my mate. She needs his presence as much as I do. Seeing my brother and alpha worsen day by day in the hospital is driving my wolf insane. She howls in my mind itching to get out to run. Acacia has never been one to be caged for long. All the diplomatic duties along with being in the hospital have made me push her to the back of my mind.

Wrapping my robe around me I head out the door with my change of clothes in my hands. Taking a less walked path through the pack house I make it to the garden unseen and slip out of my silky robe shifting into my wolf. Picking my clothes up in my mouth I place them by the base of a tree slightly inside the tree line and then I allow Acacia to take over. She eagerly runs into the heavily wooded area leaping over fallen trees and dodging low-hanging branches as she pushes us to new speeds. She makes her way to the lake enjoying the peaceful sounds of the waterfall and slipping beneath the surface of the water for a swim. When she climbs onto the bank she shakes her fur sending droplets of water in every direction, her restless mood finally dissipating.

I let her run for a few hours expelling her energy before returning to the tree where I left my change of clothes and reclaiming control. As I pull my jeans over my hips an ache blossoms in my chest. The pack ties shake and I feel them grow weaker. I rush to tug my shirt on running for the pack clinic.

Marcus is running through the door ahead of me and I'm hot on his heels as he rushes into Carter’s room.

“Clear,” I hear the doctor yell as the scene unfolds in front of me.

Cassie stands at the end of the bed tears streaming down her face and looking as if she might collapse. I tug Marcus’ arm and we move to her sides supporting her weight. We stand in solidarity watching the last shock reel through Carter’s body. The doctor hangs her head and the machines and tubes start being removed by the nurses.

All exit the room.

Cassie drops to her knees our support failing as the alpha bond breaks through the pack. The howls of every member echo in my head and the pain radiates up my body. I quickly shut out their sounds of mourning focusing on those in the room with me. Cassie crawls to Carter’s side pulling herself onto the bed.

A warm golden glow spreads through the room emanating its way from Cassie. I watch in awe as it glides around her encompassing Carter when her lips connect to his. Both Marcus and I gasp in shock when he reciprocates pulling her closer.

“Oh s**t,” I yell “get the doctor.” Cassie rolls to her side and her face squints in pain. Her lower body is soaked. She's in labor.

The doctor rushes into the room followed by Marcus. She goes to the bed her eyes roaming over Cassie hastily and landing on Carter whose breathing is now steady. His heartbeat is pounding in perfect rhythm.

“How is this possible?” the doctor breathes astonished.

“I'm not sure how it's possible, Cassie did something and, he came back,” Marcus explains.

“Screw that she's in labor do something,” I growl now focused on Cassie and my niece. The miracle will have to wait.

Cassie's eyes open meeting mine and she offers a small smile. The pack doctor then turns her attention back to her.

It's not long until Mel pushes her way into the room and the two of us help Cassie into a gown. The nurses have wheeled another bed in and Cassie and Carted lay separated as she brings their daughter into the world.

I see slight movement in my peripheral vision and rush to Carter’s side helping him into a seated position on the edge of the bed. His voice croaks in protest, Cassie’s name cresting his lips before he tries to stand moving onto the bed with her and their daughter.

Taking that as my cue to leave I exit the room to go in search of my mate.

“Carter is alive, we can accept him now,” Acacia purrs, and I merely nod in agreement.

My heart flutters wildly ready to accept my mate despite any pain. I pick up his scent coming from the dining hall and make my way into the large room. He sits with his pack his bad facing away from me and my fingers twitch itching to run over the bulging muscles that lay under the thin t-shirt he's wearing. I inch closer a smile tugging at the corners of my lips when he catches my scent and turns to find me with those dark chocolate eyes of his. They make quick work raking over my body as they come to a stop on my face.

“Hey, handsome, mind if I borrow you for a moment?” I ask pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and batting my lashes flirtatiously in his direction.

Isaiah's eyes lock onto my lips then return to my eyes and he stands moving toward me with purpose. He never looks away as he closes the distance lifting me effortlessly into his arms.

Isaiah doesn't stop walking until we reach my office and he crosses the threshold with me still held bridal style in his muscular arms. The places where our bare skin touches send tingles dancing through my body.

“You're so beautiful,” he growls his voice a mix between his and his wolf’s.

“You can put me down now,” I giggle running my fingertips down the length of his jaw feeling the stubble prickling my skin. I can feel a low rumbling coming from his chest as his arms tighten holding my body closer to his.

“I'd rather keep you right here,” He says.

Isaiah walks us to the couch sitting us on the center cushion. The dim lighting from the lamp on my desk creates shadows across his face making his angled features appear sharper. Being seated I have more control and flip my body so that I'm straddling his lap my hands resting on the couch on either side of his head. Leaning forward I place my forehead against his and allow Acacia to merge with me so we're talking as one.

“I, Amelia Mason, accept you as my mate.” I can see many emotions pass through his eyes and the one that stands out the most is love.

“I, Alpha Isaiah Black, accept you as my mate.” The second the words leave his mouth I crash my lips into his capturing him in a passionate kiss fueled with longing and acceptance. Isaiah runs his tongue along my bottom lips asking for entrance which I readily give him. He tastes like vanilla and a lustful moan escapes when he tugs on my bottom lip nipping it gently and then suckling on it.

Isaiah’s POV

I never knew kissing anyone would feel like this and I doubt any other female could ever feel as perfect as my gorgeous mate. Her body fits perfectly against mine her soft curves melding into my hands. Her lips taste of the sweetest cinnamon and I suck her bottom lip between my teeth biting it which causes her to moan instantly making me hard. It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard and I can't wait to be the one making her make those sounds forever.

Amelia pulls away kissing down my jaw and neck until she reaches the place where her mark will lay and she sucks on it, l*****g the sensitive spot and scraping the tip of her canines over it.

“Keep doing that and I'm not going to be able to control Ishamel much longer,” I warn her.

“Who ever said I wanted you to control him?” She replies playfully biting the spot again without breaking the skin.

A low growl leaves my throat and I push her down on my hardness smashing my lips back to hers.

“Let's go to my room.” She breathes pulling back from the kiss with a beautiful blush on her cheeks.