Beta's Mark: In the Eye of the Mafia

Chapter 7: I want a heir

[Blair's POV]

As soon as I came out to change my wet clothes, I saw Alpha Johnson sitting on the sofa in front of me, deep in his thoughts.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He looked up at me and smiled slightly, “Yes, sit here,” and got up. He started to go to the bedroom but stopped and looked back at me, “Did you eat anything when you left the pack house? Of course you didn't.” I shook my head, still shivering.

“Okay, don't worry, I'll make something for my Luna,” he said with a soft smile and went inside the room. He pulled a blanket out of the cupboard next to the bed and wrapped it around my shoulders before leading me over to the large wooden kitchen table.

He set two plates out in front of us and then picked up the pitcher of hot water. “Let’s sit down, shall we? You’re going to be cold. Here, drink some.” He helped me off with the blanket he had put on my shoulders.

He took out the steak from the bag, reheated it, and placed half of it in front of me. He sat across from me with his dish and cup, both steaming hot. “I thought you were going to stay at your parents' pack house tonight, that's why I only ordered one meal.”

I smiled and picked up the cup placed in front of me, blowing across the steam gently before taking a long sip. My lips turned blue from the cold, as if blood had frozen in them. I sat quietly for a while, savoring my food as I watched him carefully cutting into his meat; he seemed so calm, so focused.

“Do you think Alpha Johnson and your pack will accept me as their Luna?” I took a deep breath and asked.

He looked at me and smiled slightly. He finished chewing a bite of steak and swallowed, “Of course, my pack is very thoughtful. They don't make fun of such things much. And I'm the Alpha; they have to obey me.” I looked at him and tried to understand his words. “They will like you and treat you like their Luna.”

I nodded slowly, feeling that this could potentially be true. Maybe they would even like her. Perhaps I wouldn't be expected to take care of everything myself. I sighed inwardly again, perhaps not.

“So when will we meet your parents?” He asked me to put the plates in the sink.

“Not now, Alpha Johnson,” I sighed and said. “They need some time to accept us and our relationship.” I started washing the dishes, but he stopped me.

“You really should go and lie down, you're freezing,” he said, moving to wrap an arm around my shoulders. I tensed, expecting to be told to stay, which I wasn't because instead I just felt warmer. I felt safer being with him than anywhere else.

I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his waist. The warmth he always gave me, and that strong smell that was just him, made me relax. I rested my forehead on his chest and inhaled deeply. His heartbeat was soothing in rhythm with mine and my muscles relaxed. I closed my eyes and let sleep pull me under again.

“Do you really love me?” I mumbled. He tightened his grip around my back and rubbed small circles on the back of my neck with his hand. It seemed to give me comfort and security. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again.

I couldn't keep them from coming, though. He kissed my temple softly before he replied. “Of course, I do! You’re everything to me,” he said as he kissed my temple again. “I told you that when we were dating. And you didn’t believe me then. But now, you are my mate. You should know how true it is. We are made for each other,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

My body trembled as I held myself together from crying out again. His hands ran through my hair, massaging the knots in my scalp. The feeling brought a sense of calmness to me as my mind slowed down, and the tears fell silently. I had never been this calm for so long before. “And you are perfect, my dear, perfect mate for me, and perfect Luna for my pack.”

"What do you like most about me?" I couldn't help but ask.

“You're beautiful, smart, caring, and compassionate.” That made me feel slightly better. I pulled away from him a little bit and smiled up at him. His wolf eyes met mine in the dim light. I felt comforted by their presence. “But you always make me laugh, no matter what's going on in your life, even if it's something silly, like having to deal with something stupid, or being called an i***t to make any decision, which is actually right for everyone.”

I giggled at the memory, and he laughed too, and I leaned into him again. "I just wish that everyone could see us together. Everyone else would be jealous and upset."

"Well," he started slowly, "there are some people who are... unhappy about our relationship. But don't worry about them," he continued quickly after seeing my expression change. "They'll come around once they realize I'm best for you. Our connection is stronger than any one person could ever imagine."

He kissed me gently again, and I melted against him. “You are perfect, you know that? My perfect Luna.”

“Thank you. And I love you so much. Always have and will,” I replied.

“You are my world," he looked down into my eyes, and then kissed me gently, lingering for just a moment, then pulling back slightly and looking into my eyes. “I wish you'd let me spend more time with you, you deserve more. I apologize for everything that happened today,” he said quietly.

“Don't apologize to me,” I whispered. “It's not your fault, Alpha Johnson, they will accept us soon.”

“I hope so,” he smiled and picked me up in bridal style and walked to our bedroom. I giggled and held onto his neck, snuggling against his chest as he carried me to our bed and laid me down, covering me with his body.

I laughed against his lips and pushed my hands into his hair, and he grinned against my mouth. I giggled softly while his hands roamed everywhere on my body. He stared deeply into my eyes with his intense amber ones. They were so beautiful; I couldn't help but stare back. I wanted to run my fingers through his soft curls again.

“I wanted an heir to my pack,” he finally muttered while lying on my side. I reached up and stroked the side of his face softly, my heart pounding fast in anticipation. “Isn't it too early?” I asked.

He chuckled low into the mattress. “No, I waited for this for four years.” His fingers trailed down the column of my throat slowly, and I shivered at the touch of them. He pulled me down to kiss him passionately. My wolf whimpered inside of me, eager for the taste of this one.

"But I don't want it now," I teased him. "Can't we wait for two or three years?" I tried hard to hide my smile. His amber eyes stared at me with uncertainty, worry etched into every line.