Wolf Wrongs

What?!

The weekend came much sooner than I wanted it to, and it was the first time that I wanted the school week to last longer. In a way, I am glad I will get the meeting over with, then maybe Harris will reject me, and I will be free of the entire shenanigan. I doubt it though, I know that I simply will not be that lucky.

"Cara" My mother shrieks, "Cara! We simply must leave now, Harris will be waiting." I swing down the stair in my PJ's and am greeted by yet another ear piercing shriek. "Car-ra" my mother says sternly.

"Unless you want me to go like this" I answer back "You should probably stop yelling and let me get ready!" This shocks my mother even more than my appearance wearing PJ's had and gives me just enough time to shoot upstairs before she can fully process what I've said.

I return down about half an hour later in my laced short-sleeve white top and some skin-tight blue jeans. Mother winces at the sight of my jeans but she doesn't push it and just instructs me to go to the car immediately. I obey and find myself 5 minutes later on my way to meet. My future mate. Now, in the car, I can't help but wonder about my impending doom. But then, maybe I will like him, it could be a situation where two friends live together, get married etc. That could work.

We've arrived and I force myself to exit the car, preparing a fake smile and a charming comment or two. What I see when I look round, shocks me into silence and I gawp at it like some kind of goldfish. The house, is basically a mansion, with towering pillars holding a gleaming white porch in front on an intricately decorated exterior, 3 story building with neat flower beds and a door shaped as a huge pack crest in dark marble. The door swung open to reveal a smartly dressed wolf (in man form) who greets me with a short nod and an extended arm, which I take hold of immediately, as my mother had earlier instructed. Then two more exit the house, his parents, I presume, they seem to scan me up and down and I wait for a sign of their opinion towards me. I get none thier faces turn towards my mother and father and the four of them seem instantly deep in discussion. Harris guides me into an equally grand interior, up a flight of carved oak stairs and into a room, or two rooms, with an open connecting area. The other room had in it a king sized bed, a desk and a wardrobe, in the one I am currently in, still holding Harris' arm, there are two sofas. He indicates me to sit on one and he perches on the edge of another, quite near to me.

After several minutes of silence, where I take in all that has happened, it dawns on me. Harris is an alpha!

"You're an Alpha!" I exclaim. Looking surprised at my outburst Harris replies in an inquisitive voice.

"You didn't know? You only just realised?"

"Yes" I say, "The house kind of gave it away" I joked.

"Without meaning to sound pompus" Harris pauses a second, then continues, " Without meaning to sound pompus, did you not feel the power radiating around us?"

"No" I say, attempting not to giggle " Wait." I panic "Was I supposed to?"

Silence follows for a good thirty seconds, "Well I've never met anyone who hasn't before." He finally resonds.

"oh."

"Yes... Oh" he agrees.

"Are you feeling anything at all?!" he bursts out. "Like, any attraction at alk between us, because meeting your mate, well, it's supposed to be sort of magical, but I'm not getting it."

"What I'm not getting" I retort " is why my parents didn't tell me you are an Alpha..."

"That is rather weird" he concludes, with a half smile.

Confused, I ask him, "Why are you smiling? Whats-"

He cuts me off "Just a suspicion that I have... We should go down, don't mention this, yes?"

"Okay"

"Harris, daaarling." His mother croons, "Lets go to the table, time for dinner"

The starter is awkward, no one says much, and everyone keeps looking at me expectantly. Main course is served by their cook and Harris' father tries to spark a conversation, "Did you hear what happened last week?" he looks round the table "A wolf, he claimed to be a homosexual" everyone gasps, me included and I swear, I must have gone bright red, luckily no one is focused on me.

"It's true" insists Harris's father, it is now that I look over to Harris and see he is equally as red as I am. What?! I see that he's in danger of being noticed, as I realise people will soon ask for his input in the conversation. As a result of some quick thinking I 'accidently' spill my drink, taking the attention to me, then excusing myself and insisting Harris help me to clean my top. As soon as the door shuts behind us, Harris starts to hyperventilate, and I realise that this is what a panic attack looks like.

What am I supposed to do??!?