Unbreakable

Cottages

        The cottages are all gorgeous, some are even somewhat lower into the ground as if the home was dug halfway into the stone and mostly barren dirt beneath them. It was beautiful but it was a lot more bare than home was. As we approach my cottage near the entrance we realize Tate's is right on the opposite side of the Gate. At least he would be close by. I could see the Greek lettering β for BETA at the top of my cottage made from some of the vines that had somehow managed enough life from its surroundings encased the side. Tate's cottage was noticeably smaller although it was more exposed above ground, it looked beautiful. As we entered the doorway we had 2 small steps down into what looked to be a studio living room to the right and kitchenette on the left. I immediately see Tate's face darken at the size of the kitchen. He loved to bake in the dorm kitchens. He assessed his bakeware and rolled his eyes. The dark brown walls matched a short brown pile carpeting throughout the cottage and there was a hallway with three doors, one going off in each direction.

        Tate led the way to the hall and opened the door on the left to find a pantry and a cellar door that led to  a panic area with stored necessities, the door at the very back of the hall opened to a gorgeous bedroom that Tate only cringed at. "Why is there a dead animal above my bed? I am a wolf, not a barbarian" he half shrieked, and I busted out laughing. His bedframe was a dark cherry oak with what looked like antlers carved intricately reaching towards the ceiling, and smack in the middle had to be a 12 point buck that had been stuffed and mounted. There was a door on the side of his room that connected to a very nice and surprisingly modern bathroom compared to the rustic hunter-ish touch that had touched every other space in the cottage. The Shower was huge and had a small 2 person Jacuzzi on one end made with the same Navy blue and white tiles that coated the floor and back wall of the shower. Tate was so excited and was practically shoving me out so he could use it. After I helped him bring in 2 loads of boxes from his truck there was a heavy knock on the door. 

    Tate opened the door and saw a very cross Alpha Ryan, but he was not looking at Tate, he was glaring at me. "What part of adhere to your housing and training schedules strictly did you not understand pup?" I could see black in his eyes and knew his wolf was in control. I put the last boxes in my hands down and came close to Tate, 'I'm sorry Alpha, I was helping my friend unpack. I will head to my cottage and unpack". 

    As if he didn't like that answer his gaze darted to Tate. "Don't get too comfortable, we may need to adjust our accommodations". He looked back at me with a glare that made my wolf whine before he jogged off. 

        "What an Ass," Tate mind linked me as I headed out to my car, I stopped and watched him jog on apparently doing patrols or a head check of some kind, "at least he looks DELICIOUSSSS without a shirt on" he added and I shot him a glare. I think he realized that I was struggling with the feeling of rejection once more. I spoke aloud, "Yeah, yeah he is." I knew he would hear me with that wolf hearing and he did. He looked back at me as he had arrived at the cottage a few hundred yards from Tate's, locking eyes for only a moment and I swear I saw a look of yearning for a moment. I could feel my wolf become excited. "Who knows, we may not be down and out just yet. I would love to know your name so I can introduce us properly" I spoke internally to her. I could feel her, her feelings, and on top of my own and I've never had to sort or handle this before. I was confident if I could just get her to respond to me once we could grow into a normal wolf. But she never answers.

        My cottage was a more vibrant version than Tate's. Since the Alpha made it clear that we were to be separate I  started snapping all the pictures I could to send to Tate. My kitchen was double the size and the pantry was built into the wall along the fridge. Instead of it being completely open like Tate's the kitchen had a island posing as a wall and a breakfast nook. The Living room had a natural wood look with a chocolate brown couch, a brown circular area rug was in the middle of the lighter brown carpet that covered the rest of the house. It had the same hallway with 3 doors but my pantry and panic room were in the kitchen so I grew curious. The door to the left was an office with 3 monitors, a huge bookshelf with enough texts to fill library covered the far wall and it looked like a set of spiral stairs in the corner would take you down somewhere. I peeked down and saw a another room, but this whole room with nothing but books all over the walls and a Papasan chair in the corner. 

        I returned to the hall and went to the far door to see my bedroom and it was like it was 150% out of place compared to the rest of the house. The whole room was white. The carpet, walls, Dresser and Bed were all flat white. It was beautiful with the small rectangular skylight providing the perfect amount of light. The bathroom attached was again double the size of Tate's. I could have had a pool party in my Jacuzzi in the corner and I about tore my clothes off with excitement to get into the waterfall shower. Oh my Goddess this feels amazing. I stopped and grabbed a towel and realized I needed my toiletries so I wrapped the towel around me and went to the living room to grab my duffle. I looked towards the small hexagon shaped window in the living room to the left of the TV and I can see Alpha Ryan running back this direction having finished whatever rounds he had made. As if he felt me looking at him I saw him look the direction of the Cabin. He can't see me from this far right? Then it hit me, I could feel her excitement at the idea of our mate seeing us this way. He stopped dead in his tracks. I got closer to the window and can see his eyes turning black. FACK, can he smell me from there?! I locked my door, grabbed the bag and bolted back to the shower and hoped I was safe. I could not calm this feeling of excitement though. I was scrubbing away and my mind drifted to thoughts of him, scenarios of him storming into my cottage and claiming me filled my head and I found my fingers sinking lower and lower. s**t. Stop, you don't want him to smell you anymore remember? But I have no control. Was it me? Was it my wolf? I wasn't sure but the engine was already started. I allowed my fingers to trace small circles on my sensitive little nub. My eyes bolted to the removable shower head and set it for the pulse setting. I sunk my fingers lower into my sweet virginal center, moaning ever so lightly as I sunk in and our, deeper, in out in out and then the shower head was placed so perfectly on my c**t I couldn't help but cry out as waves of pleasure rolled over me. 

        I caught my breathe and cleaned myself up. I took my time and threw a shower steamer onto the floor so I could really relax free of the stress that's come by the boatload the past few days, After a nice long shower riding my euphoria I got out and pulled on a pair of jeans, a solid form-fitting tee and pulled on a grey hoodie before heading out of the bathroom. I had just finished braiding my wet hair and went to check out what the kitchen had in terms of food. What I didn't expect was for Alpha Ryan to be waiting for me on my couch.