Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 62

They think I am Alpha blood. It's not their fault, anyone would. I am surprised they know I am Alpha

Grant's mate, though. Maybe Theodore did do something useful and he warned them of my presence.

"I'm not from an Alpha Bloodline," I say casually as if it's no big deal so they don't feel guilty for asking.

"I'm just a—well, a regular." I smile again for effect.

Will I ever become good at simple conversation?

"Oh, I'm sorry for assuming," the woman apologizes and looks to the other, and the other nods in

agreement. "Here, let me fetch you something."

I step back and watch her whip up something, letting her really apologize. It is weird to watch someone

else make you food, especially when you don't feel deserving of it. All I did was somehow be mated to

an Alpha, and suddenly people are cooking for me.

I sit down with the other woman at the table.

"Did you meet at the gathering? I heard we were going over to the Waters Pack for it."

"Yes, we did," I fib, not wanting to explain the entire embarrassing and anticlimactic exchange.

"I'm sure you're family must be very proud that you're mated to an Alpha and all. I only dreamed of

such things when I was your age," the woman says, and I have the urge to tell her that it's not what it

seems, that I won't be here for long, and that Alpha Grant doesn't actually want me here.

"Yes, my mother was very happy with it," I lie again, not knowing if I should completely remake myself

or not. "I was actually supposed to call her later, do you know where a phone is?"

"Yes, there's one in the living room."

We continue to talk about the discovery of my mate and how excited I am, and it tears me apart. I want

to run up to my room and wish to teleport back home, back to where I know who I am and what is

supposed to happen.

Once eating, the other woman joins in the conversation and I feel as if I am drowning. How's your

bedroom? Do you like it? Are you excited to sleep in the same bed soon? I remember when I started

sharing a room with my mate. How many children are you hoping for? Have you meant Alpha Grants

Beta, Will? Is there anything specific you would like for dinner tomorrow, anything special from home? I

can fetch you toiletries and towels and such if you'd like a shower. When do you expect to move into

his bedroom? Will your family be visiting? Do you plan on visiting them? Do you have any siblings? Are

you feeling well, you look ill?

"I'm fine," I mumble, "just a little tired that's all. Long drive."

The plump woman swipes up my empty plate. "You'd better get some rest then. I'm sure you'll be busy

these next few days getting settled in and learning your way around the pack."

"You're right, I should get—" Just before I can finish my sentence, I smell him. It's strong. It's close. I

turn to the archway and not even a second later he appears with another man. I freeze again.

"Good evening, Alpha Grant," the plump woman says while the other one acknowledges his presence Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

with a charming smile. "Good evening, Will."

Looking to the other man, I recall his name from the plethora of questions. Will is his Beta.

"How has your day been?" Will starts a conversation with the woman and I feel as if he hasn't quite

noticed me yet.

Needing to get out now, I stand up, catching everyone's attention. "Thanks again for dinner. I should,

um—"

"Be getting to bed?" The plump woman finishes for me and I nod.

"Yes, that."

As I turn to leave, my eyes meet his Betas and the man seems quite surprised by me. From the hall, I

can hear him ask, "Now who was that?" But I continue on my mission to the stairs and to the bedroom.

Inside, I am able to relax. Going to the kitchen was a bad idea, and I'll have to remember that for next

time. A little later into the night—having to entertain myself through all of it—I think about the plump

woman's offer of a shower, well, her offer to fetch me things needed for one.

Earlier, I familiarized myself with the room and discovered that the extra door off to the side leads to a

bathroom. It looks to be another closet from the outside, but on the in it is quite cozy. It is not

unbelievably spacious, which I like, and I feel good in there. The small window above the toilet has a

ledge to place plants and such, and I think I might do just that. The shower glass is a lovely texture that

makes me feel as if I am peering through a window while it's raining, blurring everything. The bathroom

is my own little nook, and it makes me feel better about showering here. Before I was quite nervous.

Now in a somewhat 'okay' mood, I prepare to leave the safety of the bedroom to find the plump woman.

Part of me wonders if she's still here—it is late and all—but I decide to check anyways.

It doesn't take much space between the door and the frame to notice a presence in the hall. Pulling the

door back—leaving only a sliver to watch through—I notice the presence to be a girl. My lugs squeeze,

deprived of air, and I stalk her as she softly walks towards those large doors that intimidate me to no

end.

My free hand balls up as the other holds the door in place. The stranger slips into the room, and I

immediately shut the door, not wanting to look any longer.

That woman just when into his bedroom.