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Cole
I wake up to the gentle sounds of another person's breathing. For a bit, I thought that maybe I had fallen asleep at a lover's home, but instead, I woke up to Andrea sleeping on my chest….. I preferred this.
The sun was starting to peek through our east window. I wasn't used to this normality, but then I had a fiancee, and this is something that I would gladly get used to. That still feels weird because I figured that I'd never marry.
I have had more than one or two-night stands. I was used to the shallow and quick feeling of those relationships. Having an actual girlfriend and a fiancee was a feeling I wasn't used to. I had decided to keep my relationships short and to the point at fifteen. This made sure that I was nothing like my father. But now I have a partner and a relationship contract signed in blood.
How do I fit into her world? Her world is so clear-cut. Their wolves have instincts, and they follow. I don't know the first thing about being someone's mate. So how do I become her other half? I shake my head. I should be focusing on freeing her from this bargain.
I feel her shift, and she sighs…
"Good morning Cole...."
She says as she stretches a bit.
"Good morning, beautiful," I reply back. But she makes staying way too damn easy.
She seems to wake up more and realizes that she slept partially on top of me for most of the night.
"I...sorry"
I chuckle a bit.
"For what? We are engaged to be married after all."
She gives me a sleepy half-smile.
"...so how do I do this? How does a typical mate
act?" I ask.
"Jealous, overly possessive, and, lots of physical touches...but you don't have a wolf.. So I don't expect you to act exactly like them.".
Now that she mentions it, I think of what I have seen so far. Anytime I had seen werewolves together, there was an overt amount of physical touch that no one seemed to care about. Women were often sitting on the leg or the lap of their mate. Men or women commonly had hands on their mates thighs like usual. They rarely weren't holding hands, or they were sitting very close to each other.
"So… You're very physical," I ask. Already knowing the answer.
"Uhm….yes. It's a way to let others know that our mate is taken even if we haven't marked each other yet. Being close leaves our scent on the intended person."
"Wait, marking, what is that?"
I feel her body getting warm...wait is she blushing?
I look down and see that her skin is turning pink.
"Marking in….Werewolves' terms are...we bite this particular part of each other's neck, and it joins us together. It is very intense and connects us. So we can mind linking each other. Even if we are in trouble."
She runs a finger across an area on the left side of my neck, and I groan without even thinking about it.
"Well….I think that I get it now."
I say as I look at her golden eyes that are glowing with excitement. Then, I decide to kiss the left side of her neck, and I hear her breathing catch.
We're interrupted by a light knocking at the door of our room.
Well damn.
"Good morning, love birds; we have breakfast downstairs," says Amber, a bit too cheery for how damn early it is.
We both untangle from each other, and she takes the bathroom first. Then, we separately get ready and head into the common area. I follow her as she goes to the elevator and hits the bottom floor button. We walk deeper into the pack house, and the further we go in, the more this place looks like a home. A home that is well designed for beauty as well as durability. The floors look like marble. Most of the doorways have arches made of stone. The ceilings have dark wood exposed beams. The walls have a variety of art on them. In a range of styles too.
"Someone has great taste." I muse aloud.
"Oh, that's Alice. She designs all kinds of stuff. I think some of the art is hers as well." Says Andrea. Like any other time, she lights up with pride when talking about one of her sisters.
"...did I hear my name?" Alice comes through one of the doorways. Alice has golden blonde hair and eyes similar to Andreas, but she is much more petite, and her face looks to be in her late twenties. Her French accent is also heavy as she speaks. She's typing something onto a tablet, but she quickly sets it down to give us both a hug.
"Cole, how nice to see you again. I trust that you're treating
Andrea well"
She says this in a friendly tone, but I don't miss the warning. These guardian women are protective of each other, but I'm glad. I'm thankful Andrea had someone to look out for her while I wasn't here.
I look at Andrea, and she is scowling at Alice. I have to suppress a laugh.
"What?...just reminding your mate that you have six powerful sisters, all with equally powerful mothers." Said Alice with a smirk.
"...he knows...between you and Amber...how could he forget?" Grumbles Andrea.
We continue walking and turn left into a large formal dining area. Instead of being buffet style, like the packhouse in California, this one looks like a cafe. White table cloths and servers running around to serve hundreds of people. It's pretty impressive.
We sat down at a table with Amber and her mate Eric. They have drinks and are looking for the menu.
"Oh, Andrea, I forgot to mention it. Your dad is visiting." Comments Amber, casually.
Andrea starts choking on her drink, and I start patting her back.
"When will he be here?".... she rasps out.
"In the next hour or so. He is anxious to meet Cole here." Amber looks up and stares at me.
"Luckily for Cole, his uncle, Poisedon, spoke highly of him.".
I looked over to Andrea and she looked annoyed. She was looking from Amber to Eric.
"Who's idea was this?"
"Mine." Said Amber, not bothering to hide it.
Andrea rolled her eyes and I almost laughed. I've never Andrea so annoyed. How bad can her dad be?
"Was this necessary so soon?" grumbled Andrea.
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