The Unwanted Marriage

Chapter 7

Pulling in the long driveway to the pack house, which was really just a mansion, Kat could see everyone outside and at the windows trying to sneak a look at their new Luna. Luna, she was still reeling over that fact. Even though she had been an alpha’s daughter, she had never thought she would be a luna. Gazing out the tinted passenger side window, she observed her new pack. She was so focused on the pack members, she didn’t even realise Jordan had stopped the car. Once, she realised she didn’t feel the motor on anymore, she turned to her mate, to find him already looking at her longingly. Her cheeks reddened and she looked down. Automatically, he reached his hand to her chin to lift her head up, so he could see her eyes. 

“ Let’s go introduce you to the pack little mate.” he said lovingly, but also with a little lust in his eyes. 

The feelings Kat saw made her want to look down again, but he was still holding her jaw. She smiled and agreed. He let her go, and went to her door before she could even think of opening it. 

“Thank you,” she said shyly, feeling the interested stares on her. All wanting to see their alpha’s mate. 

She could faintly hear some whispers saying they were happy to finally have a luna. Some whispers were also of jealousy, wanting the alpha all for themselves. She paid them no mind, focusing on the warm hand holding hers. Both her and Jordan made their way up the small staircase in front of the door. He paused and turned around, holding Kat close to his side.  

“Everyone! This is your luna, Kathryn Richards. We will have a barbeque in the yard tomorrow afternoon to celebrate.” Jordan bellowed. 

Not saying anything else, he disappears through the door with Kat. They walked together to a door Kat thought would be her room with Jordan. 

He opens the door for them to enter, but she stops in her tracks to admire the room. It was enormous. A big window covered almost the entire wall in front of her. On her right, the king-sized bed and on her right a door she guessed led to their bathroom. As she ventured into the room with Jordan watching her, she also saw a big double door near the bed. It had to be the closet.  

Once she was done examining her new room, she turned to where she knew Jordan was standing. He was leaning on the bed post watching her with love and lust in his eyes.  

“Come here mate”, he says in a soft but gruff voice, reaching an arm out towards her.  

She went to him, and he pulled her in close, spreading tingles along her skin. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her head in his chest. They stand there for a while before he breaks the silence. 

“We should go to bed. It was a long drive,” he says, holding her closer. All she can do is nod, her eyes already closed and her body ready to sleep. He says something more, but she does not hear it, already in the clutches of sleep. 

… 

The next morning, she wakes up in the king-sized bed with Jordan beside her, holding her close. For a moment, she just lies there watching him, his features finally relaxed. His breathing stays even so she decides to go take a shower. Very excited to see her new bathroom. 

Slowly sliding out of his grasp, she makes her way to the bathroom. Opening and closing the door quietly, not to wake him. Finally, looking inside, she sees a bath big enough for two on the left and a shower with glass wall on the right. She undresses and turns the water on before getting in. 

After 30 minutes in the shower, Kat makes her way to the room with only a towel around herself. She opens the door to find her mate looking at her as she exits the bathroom. He watches her every movement, his eyes following her to the closet. He does not get up, only watches her, enjoying the view. Once in the closet, she closes the door and finds her suitcase by the wall.  

She walks out of the closet in leggings and a crop top. 

“If you want me to behave, I would wear something else,” Jordan says in a gruff voice. Looking around, she spots his hoodie on the floor. 

“All right, I’ll wear this,” she says, sliding his hoodie over her head.  

“Not what I meant, but it’ll do. I love my clothes on you,” he says, pulling her to him so tight she feels his hardness on her stomach. She blushes, and hides her face in his chest, for which she feels and hears a rubble from him chuckling. 

“We should get ready for the barbeque, it’s already 11h” he says reluctantly. And that’s what they do. And no sooner were they ready and heading down.