Lycan's Rogue Mate

Chapter 21

Lucy's POV

After spending a whole afternoon shopping with my newfound friend, Ava, all I wanted to do was sleep. So I wasn't surprised when I crashed into my bed that I shared with Benson as soon as we arrived back at the pack house, throwing my shopping bags to the floor, forgotten.

I was dreaming about Benson shirtless when a loud knock on the bedroom door jolted me from my sleep. I didn't even have time to say 'come in' before the person opened the door and waltzed in anyway.

"You know, normal people would wait for an answer before opening the door. It really defeats the purpose of knocking in the first place." I tell Benson, my voice thick with sarcasm. He grunts in reply and I think to myself, what a typical boy.

"Can you please not grunt. What is it with you guys, not to mention you always have to answer with as little words as possible!" I puff, my chest deflating in defeat.

"Lucy, I think you'll come to find that you love my grunt, especially when we're in the bedroom scene. You know, when we're having-" I cut him off before he finishes, muttering words over the top of his last word

"La, la, la, la, I can't hear you, la, la, la, la!"

"God, you are so immature." He runs a hand through his ragged hair and I wish they were my own fingers before what he says processes in my brain.

"Hey! Immature is just a word boring people-like you-use to describe fun people." I pause, and then add: "Fun people being me in case you're too stupid to understand."

He just grunts in reply as I stick my tongue out at him. "Eh"

I shake my head and laugh in disappointment. "Men. They're impossible."

"Impossibly handsome." He winks then turns serious.

"Get ready for the meeting, we have to leave in an hour and I've witnessed first hand how long it can take a single girl to get ready…" My mind pretty much stops at those words. Has he had a lot of hookups or girlfriends that he's seen get ready?

I watch as his eyes soften as if he knows what I'm thinking. He quickly walks over to me and takes my hands.

"You don't need to worry about those girls. They didn't mean anything to me. At least, not in the way you're thinking. As if I would hook up with my mum and sister, gross!"

He chuckles as he leaves the room before I can through my ballet flat at his gorgeous head. And when the door opened a second later, thinking it was him, I fling the shoe across the room and gasp when I realize who I hit.

"Oh s**t, I'm so sorry!" I laugh.

"Ow-what the heck was that for?" Ava exclaims as she holds one hand to her forehead while the other one holds a makeup bag.

She just sighs and walks over to me to help me get ready for the meeting.

"Oops…?" I bite my lip.

"I thought you were Benson."b

Forty-four minutes and fifty-three seconds later I am stood in front of the floor length mirror in the bathroom, looking over myself in appreciation. I had to say, I felt pretty. That maybe I was worthy of being loved.

Still, Ava looked much better. The amazing curves that would show in an oversized jumped on her, really showed in the body-clenching royal blue dress. Her brown hair was swept up in a perfect messy bun atop her head with a few stray strands hanging around the face. Her mate, Alex, was going to drop dead when he saw her.

"Aww, thanks sweetie. You look amazing too!" I hadn't known that I'd spoken aloud until Ava answered me.

I was dressed in a light pink strapless dress that hugged my chest, my big breasts pushing against the fabric. Luckily, the dress flowed out at the waist and didn't hug my slightly rounded belly. The flimsy material was sort of see through but then had a piece of silk underneath, so as to not reveal too much. My hair, as usual, was in its natural waves falling down the length of my back and I was wearing matching peep-toe heels.

Ava had put only slight bits mascara to my eyelashes and then lip-gloss to my dry lips, saying I already looked fine and didn't need makeup.

After making sure we had everything, Ava and I walked out of the bathroom, arms linked and descended the stairs. The meeting was formal so all the women would be wearing dresses and all the boys would be wearing tuxes. Instead of a normal pack meeting there would be a celebration since the leader of their pack had found his Luna.

Even with the happiness I felt at being a part of this pack, the nerves in my stomach were too big to go unnoticed.

"Lucy, there is nothing to worry about. Everyone is going to love you; at least, nearly everyone. Clara and her groupies won't, but they don't matter."

If only she knew how much they did matter. Still, I whispered a quiet, "I hope so."

I saw the boys standing at the bottom of the stairs first, since Ava was slightly behind me. They both wore dressy jeans and button down shirts and black tuxes. Benson's hair was still slightly disheveled as it always was. So many guys tried to get their hair the way Noah had his, but they could never perfect it as well as he did. And no, I wouldn't be telling him that anytime soon. We didn't need his already big ego to get any bigger.

Alex's hair was slightly spiked and I would admit he was pretty good looking. I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at Ava. It was adorable and I wished with all my heart that someday that were how my mate would look at me.

When Ava and I finally reached the bottom of the stairs Alex took Ava's hand while Benson took mine.

"Beuatiful." I heard Alex murmur to Ava and i saw her blush.

"Ready to go?" he asked her. She nodded.

"You have rendered me speechless. Nothing I say could even come lose to describing how amazing you look. And you're all mine." He whispered.

"What? Nothing to say to me big boy?" I ask, Benson.

"Well, I guess you don't look to bad yourself." I said, shrugging.

"Aww, i know you think I'm sexy, no need to hide it."

"Whatever, let's go." I started walking over to his blue Benz coupe . Hopping in the passenger seat I Try to buckle myself but the stupid belt wouldn't go across my waist.

"Here, let me." Benson murmured. The feel of his hand grazing my stomach sent a shiver through me. The good kind. I sucked in a breath and sighed. Benson's head was leaning against my breast and his other hand was on my thigh as he clicked the belt into place. We stayed their in that position for a moment before Benson looked up at me. Leaving the hand that was n my thigh he used the other one to cup my cheek.

I immediately responded to the kiss, his lips fit perfectly with mine and it felt like they were molded together. I wrapped one of my arms around his neck as the other rested on his chest. Benson's lips left mine but stayed on my as he trailed kisses along my jaw leaving a searing path of heat. I moaned as his lips sucked in my neck. My hands going under the hem of his shirt and tracing his perfect abs.

"So beautiful, so, so beautiful." He whispered before he crashed his lips to mine.

Noah lifted his head and looked at his handiwork.

"Perfect." He said before molding our lips together once again.

He trailed his tongue across my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I denied. He growled low in his throat and did it again, and this time I let him in. His tongue attacked my own and just as things were about to get a whole lot heavier…

His stupid phone rang.

We pulled apart breathing heavily.

"You need to calm down a bit." I say, gesturing to the bulge in his pants, trying to contain my laughter. He looked away, trying to hide hs blush.

"Are you going to answer that." I nodded my head at the phone.

Benson picked it up and answered with a 'hello'.

"YEah, we're on our way…. Yes, we can pick up Charissa from Luke's house… No problem, mum….Yes, I love you, too….Yes, I'll tell her you said hello. Bye, mum."

"What?"

I laughed when he hung up.

"nothing."

After picking Charissa up from the Luke chicks house we made our way to their parents house. When we pulled into the drive a shocked breath escaped me. It was like a mansion. Bigger than the pack house.

Rissa clapped.

"Were here. We're here."

Stepping out of the car I went around to open Indies door. She hopped out, still clapping and jumped into my arms.

"Hey, hey. Calm down lil missy." I teased.

She giggled. Leaving Benson to park the car I went up to the front door. Setting rissa down before I could knock the door opened and I was pulled into a hug.

"Lucy, so nice to see you again." she pulled away to look at my outfit.

"And don't you look gorgeous."

I smiled and looked at what she was wearing. A black floor length strapless column dress that hugged her curves. "Lucy, you look amazing in that dress!" and she did

"Thank you, dear. Its nice to know that I can be forty-six and still look nice In something like this." she smiles.

Someone wraps their arm around my waist and pulled me close.

"Hey, mum." Benson said.

"Hey, honey. Come give your mother a kiss."

"So, you all know why we called this meeting today. We are welcoming a new pack member. Our Luna. Our Alpha Female. Lucy could you please stand." Benson's father said into the microphone. I stood.

"Everybody welcome our new Luna."

Everyone in the pack bowed on one knee and placed their fist over their heart. After a few seconds they were standing again and people came to welcome me and start a conversation, I ignored the hateful glares sent my way by some of the girls. Apparently Benson had kept busy before he found me and lots of the girls had gotten a piece if him. He was MINE. A few hours later I had met everyone and had talked to heaps of people, but there was one person I had not seen yet. Clara. Her parents were here, but she wasnt. It was weird.

The rest of the evening was good, after the guests left a few of us stayed for dinner before heading back to the pack house. After having a shower and changing into some silk pjs, I hopped into bed. Benson stripped down, leaving his boxers on, and slipped into bed next to me, pulling me up against his chest.

"Night, love." he whispered, inhaling my scent before dozing off.

"Nght." I whispered to myself.

I inhale sharply as I register his words: "Mate." Just looking at him I knew they were true. There was no other way to describe the deep connection I already felt towards him.

"She's your mate?" Luke's words cause me to whip my head towards him. I watch as a second of devastation registers on his face before it disappears. In that moment I felt slightly bad for him.

"Yes, she is my mate," Benson answers, turning his head in Luke's direction, a firm expression on his face.

It felt as though they stared at each other for minutes, but in reality, it was only several seconds and I assumed they were talking to each other telepathically. They don't even seem to notice me when I walk right up to them because they are still staring at each other intently. You would think they would be about to start making out if you didn't know any better.

"Um, hello?" With no answer, I speak again:

"Well, as much as I enjoy being wounded and in pain, I would appreciate it if someone could please point me in the direction of a healer, or at least a first aid kit before my injury gets even more infected then it probably is." I comment sarcastically, smirking as the boys finally turn their heads in my direction.

I watch as Benson's jaw drops as he takes in my womanly features more appreciatively now that I am a lot closer. Starting at my face, he takes in my eyes before his gaze travels downward. His eyes rest a little too long on my chest before taking in my slightly curvaceous body and coming to a stop on my wounded leg.

There is a noticeable large jaw mark on my leg, similar to one you would find on a person who had just been attacked by a shark. Blood was still seeping out quickly as we speak, dripping down my leg and to the ground, staining the dirt. I grit my teeth in an attempt to hide how much it is killing now that the adrenaline of the chase has worn off.

Without any warning, Benson's brown pools turn a shade of black as rage overcomes his features, a deep growl exerting from his throat. His act of dominance causes me to shy away, whimpering while I look at the ground, timid. I slowly look up through my lashes, ready to witness a display of anger, only to see his expression soften as he, cautiously, takes the last few steps separating us.

Placing his hand underneath my chin he lifts it up so I'm staring straight into his eyes and can see that there is no ill intent directed at me.

"I'm sorry I scared you, Lucy. I wasn't growling at you, but more so the bastard that did this to you." He places a stray piece of my dirty blonde hair behind my ear, before turning towards the other wolves that I'd forgotten were still surrounding us.

"How come no one told me she was f*****g injured?"

His unjust anger presents itself in me, but whilst his anger is towards the others, mine is towards him.

"It wasn't their fault!" I snap at him, furious.

"If you're going to point fingers at somebody you should probably take a look at yourself. If you'd taken two seconds out of you're staring contest with Luke, you probably would have noticed yourself, Benson." It was a huge pet peeve of mine when people got angry at others who had done nothing wrong.

The next words out of his mouth shocked me.

"Sexy," He comments huskily, his eyes shining with delight.

"What?" I reply, really confused.

"My name coming out of your mouth, it's sexy. That and your anger." He shrugs nonchalantly.

Rolling my eyes at his comment I turn to the four wolves.

"I know I'm probably stepping out of line by saying this, but guys, it's not your fault. Benson here just doesn't know how to take responsibility for his own ignorance." I smile politely at them. "Benson, do you think it is okay if they leave us now that they're no longer needed?"

"I suppose so." He decides before gesturing his head towards the house, urging their departure.

"Why are you mad, I asked your permission? You could have said 'no'." I ask him, placing both of my hands on my hips.

I turn to see that Benson is wearing a shocked expression.

"I'm their Alpha, not you."

"Thank you, Luna. Alpha." they all reply and head to their separate ways. I was semi-surprised at what they'd called me, but I guess it was true since my mate was the alpha. The only thing that would stop them from calling me that would be if I was rejected by Benson. I can't help but feel my heart sink at the thought.

"You don't have the authority to tell my pack what to do. Never do that again." He sneers using his 'alpha' voice. God, he was acting like a 5-year-old who had just been denied ice-cream. A little s**t. I half expected him to start stomping his foot.

So I did what any woman in my position would, I slapped him. Well, maybe not all women, but most.

"Never speak to me in your alpha voice again. It doesn't work for me and is very disrespectful, especially as your mate. If the thought ever crosses your mind to use that voice on me again you will regret it. I don't care if you're the f*****g alpha, no one talks to me like that." I pause to take a breath, my chest filling with oxygen I desperately needed.

"Like I said, you could have refused. I only offered a suggestion and was apologising for how they were treated because of my situation. I thought it was the right thing to do." My chest heaves as I finish, catching a glimpse of Benson's mother still standing in the doorway looking straight at me with a look of pride adorning her delicate face. I had no idea why she was proud; I'd just slapped her son after all; The Alpha.

With all that needed to be spoken, said, I limp into the house, trailing after Benson's mum who gestured for me to follow her.

In the background, I heard Luke's voice: "You know, as Luna, she kind of does have the authority to tell the pack what to do…" I laugh inwardly, silently thanking him..

The last thing I hear is Benson's frustrated reply, a simple 'shut up'. How original. n

Benson's mother—Anthonia, as she introduced herself officially—leads me upstairs into a large room. I gasped as I take in the size of it. I could fit three of my rooms in this space. The room had white walls with a gray, cushioned headboard bed with a colourful arrangement of pillows. I guessed the room was decorated by Anthonia, or otherwise a designer.

The closet door was open and you could see the massive walk-in robe. A few meters over, there was another door which I guessed led to an ensuite. A 30-inch plasma TV hung on a wall opposite the bed and an Apple laptop on a desk in front of a window.

I sat on the bed just as a little girl—probably around the age of five or six—came skipping into the room with a first-aid kit in her tiny hands. She looked like a younger version of Anthonia, with long black hair and piercing blue eyes.

Anthonia thanks her daughter and graces her with a kiss on the forehead before beginning to disinfect my wound and bandage it.

"I brought you the first-aid kit, mummy. Noah said you needed it." She smiled as she handed the kit to her mother.

It's then that the girl notices me. She smiles cautiously at me before working up the courage to ask:

"Who are you?"

"My full name is Lucy Brianston . What's your name?" I'd always had a soft spot for children. Even though they looked nothing alike, her sweet behavior reminded me of my big brother, Blake, that I had no choice but to leave behind. At the thought of him, tears began to prick my eyes.n

"Please don't cry, Charissa, my mum says that crying gives you wrinkles." She smiles as I chuckle and I find it interesting when she uses my nickname. "My name is Charissa." She wraps her tiny arms around my neck and hugs me.

"That's a beautiful name, but it's awfully long. Do you mind if I call you 'Indie'?" I ask her.

"rissa," she says, testing the name on her tongue. "I like it." As she pulls away she gives me a little smirk and places herself on my lap, looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes before questioning,

"Why aren't you mean?"

Surprised by her question I ask her what she means.

"You're not mean like this girl Clara who Benson is always bringing home to 'f**k'." Anthonia and I both gasp at her use of words, but I also growl at the thought of Benson with another girl.

"Charissa! Do not say such things. That is no language a young lady like you should be adopting. What would your father say if he heard you say something like that?" Anthonia disciplines.

"Just don't say it again, I'm going to get dinner ready." She pauses at the door. "Lucy, your leg should heal just fine."

I laugh at the apologetic face Indiana pulls.

"Sorry, mummy."

"Thank you," I say, just as she leaves the room.

"So…?" Charissa drags out.

"Hmm?" I then drag out, chuckling.

"Why aren't you mean?" She asks again, and I realize that I never got to answer her.

She seems to deem this as an acceptable answer.

"I'm glad you're not like Lucy . She deserves to be hit by a truck." She looks at the ceiling and smiles as if imagining the scene. Giggling, she says:

"Will you be my friend Lucy?"

"I'm not mean to people who don't deserve it, I guess," I tell her.

I reply straight away:

"You know what? I would love nothing more than to be your friend Matter fact, I'll be your bestest friend."

I humph. "Here's a rule to live by, russa," I said cheekily.

"What I say goes." She giggles as I pick her up and we continue to joke around with each other like school girls.

"Bestest isn't a word." She declares smartly.

.......hey lovesssssss

Lucy meeting up with the pack and Benson's family now shows that she has been fully accepted, just hope things won't turn out to be like Maria, or if Maria will show up to curse any trouble.