Making A Choice book 2 of chosen by the cursed alpha

going back 30

Chapter 30

Laura's POV:

I was nervous when we got home. I really didn't want to leave the hotel, but I knew I needed to go home to let the pack know that everything was okay. I told Miller if he needed anything to just give me a call. Jasper informed the pack that we were going to have a bonfire tomorrow. When we went upstairs, we took a shower, and then he carried me to the bed. Trust me, I wanted this more than he did. When he kissed me, I swear fireworks were shooting off into the sky. I reached down to stroke him, even though he was already hard as a rock. When he let go of the kiss, I told him I needed him. He didn't need to be told twice. He gently lifted my right leg up and then entered me. My back arched up as I felt him move in and out of me. He was gentle at first, and then he got rough. I didn’t mind at all; I knew he waited for me. He said he couldn't smell my scent on the pillows anymore, but since I'm home, he will be able to, even if I had to spend the night at the hotel from time to time. Let me tell you, he rocked my world tonight, making my legs shiver every time I climaxed. Damn, this man could go on for days. I loved it. Something tells me I'm going to end up pregnant real soon. I wouldn't mind it at all. His heir, no matter if it was a boy, girl, or twins, you never know. But I hope we could put that off until the danger is gone; I don't want anyone to get hurt.

Rice's POV:

The next morning, when I woke up, I felt like there was something missing. My whole world was gone when my mother died. I moved to another room, right across from Alpha Creek's room. I knew I had written him a note letting him know I am giving him ten days of courting me; I doubt he could do it since he is an ***hole. What he did with my mother's funeral was nice; he spoke about my mother in a kind way. I wondered why my mother and his father had to be buried beside each other. I will need to ask him once this is done and over with. I got up, took a shower, got dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue button-up shirt, put on my boots, and then left the room. I wanted to go see my mom to talk to her. I know she won't be able to answer back, but she was always a good listener. When I opened the door, I saw a letter stuck to it, which was from Creek. I placed it on the dresser so I could read it once I got back. I headed to the cemetery. Once there, I sat down in front of my mother's tombstone, looked at it for a while with tears streaming down my face, and then started talking to her.

“Mom, what am I going to do without you here with me? I know you’re in a better place now. You're not in any pain, and I bet you’re a lot happier now. I thought I had more time with you, but time slipped away. I’m sorry, momma. I’m sorry I wasn't here when you needed me. I also know that when Creek was young, you let him play in your house until he was called home, and you gave him cookies as well. I told him I was going to give him those ten days he wanted, but I didn't mean I had to live in the same room with him. He really treated me poorly, mom. I know what dad did to you. You thought I didn't know, but every night, I would listen to him hurt you with words, and sometimes he would hit you. I saw the bruises on you. You would tell me you fell or hit your head on something. I knew the truth. When dad died, you asked why I didn’t cry. You asked me if I missed him. Now you know why I didn’t cry, mom. We were better off without him. We had a much better life when he left. When Creek started doing the same thing, I knew I had to stop it, mom, before it was too late. It was only a matter of time before he started raising his hand at me. I will give him ten days, and if things haven't worked out, I’ll go to the elders and ask for a rejection ceremony. Then I will leave here. I don’t know where I will go, but I know that no matter where I put my feet, you will always be there for me. I love you, momma. I promise I will be back tomorrow, okay? I will visit every day to let you know how things are going. I promise,” I kissed the stone, then got up and left. I wanted to read what Creek had written on that paper, probably cussing me out for leaving the room.

When I got back to the room, I found the note on the dresser where I had left it. I picked it up, then sat down in the chair beside the bed, propped my feet up on the little stool that was in front of me, and began to read. Opening the letter, I began to read:

My dearest Rice,

I am so sorry for how I treated you. I had no right to do that to you. I’m excited to know that you have given me these ten days. Just know I will prove my love to you. When you are done with this letter, please come out to the garden, the one with the arch in front of it. I will be waiting.

This was cute. I love handwritten letters. Handwritten letters were lost when cell phones and computers were invented. I went to the bathroom, did my business, and then washed my hands and my teeth. Then, I walked out to the gardens. If I'm going to give this man a chance, then I will do it. It made me wonder what plan he has. Well, the less I knew, the better. I got out to the gardens, to the one with the flower arch. I knew which one it was because I’m the one that made it. I made sure I put them like that so the bees could come and eat. Every now and then, I would see one on the ground, exhausted. So, I made a little bit of sugar water and let them drink from it, and then they flew off to do their own thing. I went inside, and there he was, down on one knee with a big bouquet of flowers in his hand, dressed in a tux. What is this man up to?

“Creek, what are you doing? You're going to get your pants dirty,” he stood up, smiling as he handed me the flowers.

“Come over here and sit down. I want to talk with you. Please just hear me out, okay?"

Alright, so that's what I did. I went over there and sat on the bench with him. I noticed a few butterflies drinking from the flowers, and he sat beside me.

"First, I'm sorry. When my father told me that family always came first, and then the pack, I thought he meant family, family. But my mother and I had a talk after she sent you inside yesterday, and let me tell you something. She let me have it. She was right; I was raised better than that. What my father meant was that family meant everyone, including my mate. It took my mother to make me understand what my father meant. I watched my father take care of my mother; he loved her so much. He said marriage always came first, and then the kids. You need to make sure that your wife is okay and safe, and then make sure your kids are the same, and then the pack. I never knew what he meant until my mother told me. I know my parents were true mates, but they loved each other so much. And to prove to you that I love you, I asked my mother to come and talk to you about something. I don't want to hide things from you, but she knows the real reason why I buried your mother beside my dad.

"Oh, what is this? Is Creek really my half-brother? That's disgusting. I saw his mother step inside. Summer had a smile on her face, a kind smile. She sat beside me and held my hands in hers, then she began to talk.

“When I met Creek's father, we were only sixteen years old. We were teenagers; we grew up together, and then we fell in love. Trust me, I loved that man with everything I had, and he the same. We promised each other we would reject each other's soulmates when we found them so that he and I could be together. We were twenty-two at the time when he found his true mate. I saw how smitten he was with her; I couldn't make him reject her, so I didn’t tell him I was pregnant with his child. I was going to leave. Your mother came to my house unexpectedly. She asked me why I was leaving. If I truly loved him, I would fight for him. I told her that I truly realized you could not fight the mate bond between two mates. Then she smelled Creek on me and realized I was pregnant with his child. She went to Storm and told him that if he did not reject her for me, she would reject him in front of everyone. She would let everyone know that she didn't want him, even though I knew she did. But she wasn't going to step in the way. She ended up telling him I was pregnant and that he should be with me. She let him go, so he held her while he rejected her so she wouldn't feel the pain. She stayed in this pack for a long time, at least until Creek turned twelve. That's when she found her second chance mate. Trust me, I did not like that man at all, but she left with him. Years later, I heard he died from a tumor in his head. But never mind that, I told Creek to bury your mother beside Storm because that was her true spot, right beside him. Please don't be angry with your mother; she wanted to do the right thing.” I don't know why she was telling me this story; I wasn't even born yet, I wasn't even thought of at that time. But I was thankful for it; it showed how good my mother was, letting go of a mate so he could be with his child.

"Thank you for telling me this story about my mother. I'm not mad at her at all; she did something that she felt was the right thing to do, as you were pregnant with his child. She wasn't going to stop that from happening. She told me once that she had a mate before my dad, but she never told me who it was. I never asked. I was thankful for what they had told me; I guess this is day one of the courting. This was a weird way to court, but I enjoyed the story about my mother."