Safe With Him

Her New Home

Sean's POV

Watching Ryley realize she knew what happened was probably the worst melt down I have witnessed in my life thus far. Knowing I couldn't help her escape the memories of whatever hell they put her through made my blood boil in my veins.

As we made our way to the pack house, she finally spoke up.

"What happened to Bruce? Is he dead?"

"No..."

"Well... he should be."

"And why is that sleeping beauty?"

"Because they will not stop until they find me and drag me back. To them, I am property... expensive property at that..."

"Ryley. You are my fated mate. Over my dead body will anyone, and I mean ANYONE, take you away from me. I didn't become the feared and powerful Alpha by playing nice either."

"Then what do you suppose we do?"

"WE will do nothing. I will handle it. You need to focus on getting accustomed to your new pack. I had Clyde stock your wardrobe."

"Wait... you really expect me to stay??"

"Umm yeah? That's kind of a stupid question" Sean said as he looked at her like she had 3 heads.

"Who said I wanted to stay? Everywhere I go I bring chaos. Pain. Suffering. I cannot and will not subject your pack to what is coming my way, and neither should you."

And the truth is, she was right. My sworn duty to protect my back ran deep. Not only because I'm the Alpha, but because I promised my parents at their death I would do everything in my power to protect what they were in the process of building.

"That is for me to decide. Until you become Luna to the Violet Moon Pack, you don't get to make those decisions."

And with that we finally arrived at the pack house. Her eyes gaped as she took everything in. The mansion was 12 stories tall, made of stone with floor to ceiling tinted windows. The courtyard beautifully landscaped with various marigolds and waterfalls. Honestly, the courtyard and garden were my favorite places out of the entire territory.

Although I would love to sit here with her and appreciate the scenery, I don't have all day to aimlessly wander. We headed up to the 12th floor, the Alpha suite.

As we passed omegas, one by one their mouths dropped and I felt the stares watching my every move. Some out of curiosity, some out of jealousy, and some out of pure 'what the f**k' thoughts. If there is one thing about me, I cannot stand when people stare. With one swift motion we pivoted "GET BACK TO WORK!". Just as fast as they stopped to stare, they scurried like roaches.

"I see the love sick pup I see is not the same Alpha they see." Ryley said as she raised an eyebrow. Goddess this woman is going to drive me wild.

"I cannot show leniency. We all have jobs to do. what jobs don't get done, the pack unravels."

We arrive at the 12th floor. My private floor. Part of me wanted to waltz into my suite and have my way with her, but I knew that was an awful idea. Or was it?

I let her walk the rest of the way since I know for a fact it is just us up here. She seemed much more comfortable when she felt she had the freedom to move as she wished. One thing is very clear, she is independent, and has been for quite some time.

"Here is your room. Mine is this one to the right" as I pointed to my suite. "If you need anything, Carrissa, Clyde's mate, will be more than happy to help."

"Wait, you're not making me sleep in your room?" I could feel her heart strings tug as the mate bond did it's job. One of the hardest things any wolf can endure is being away from their mate.

"No. No I am not. If you do not wish to stay, I will not make you. But I do ask that you give it time."

"How much time exactly?"

"Two weeks."

"TWO WEEKS?"

"I didn't sutter did I? Two weeks."

And with that she stormed into her room and locked the door. She will come around... she has to. Not just for me, but for herself.