enormous steaks. Almost finished with round one, I sat back to relax before going back. I saw Flint drop his fork and fish through his pockets, come out with a cell phone and dial a number.
“What happened,” he growled into the phone.
Whatever answer he received placated him enough to relax against his chair, “Please be more careful. You scared me to death. I was ready to tear this place down getting to you.”
More conversation from the other end, “Ok, I love you too B.”
Flint’s mate was Beatrice, he called her B, and so did everyone else. He was the only one of my Betas who had a mate.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, she tripped on the last stair of the house and my heart fluttered,” he recalled, rubbing his chest.
“She should be more careful carrying a cub.”
“Cub s ; and I know,” Flint sighed, “She’s just so damned anal about cleaning the house. That’s what she was doing, going downstairs to wipe the already clean counters again.”
We all laughed , and I tried in vain not to be frustrated with my circumstances. I had no idea what he meant. I had no clue of the sensation, being so in tune with my mate. And there was the heartbeat. The Creator made us know exactly when we met our mate. It was a secret kept amongst those who’d experienced it, but it was said that there was no denying it.
I wished I knew.
I’d never try to deny it.
We almost ate the place out of business and then retired to our respective rooms to get sleep in case there was any turf fight the next day. There shouldn’t be, but I wasn’t very well scripted in visiting other clans’ land.
Showering in the tiny stall, I tried to wash away some of the tension that came especially at night. It twisted my muscles, stretched my ligaments , and furrowed my brow without my permission. It was the tension of an unmated Alpha. I wiped the fogged mirror with my towel and decided I’d better clean myself up. I looked more like caveman than Alpha. Using a pair of scissors I found in the desk, I cut my beard down significantly
What in the hell was I going to do?
The entire clan had been ordered to stay up all night, cleaning and straightening and putting on a show. I didn’t know what they were prepping for, but a twinging in my chest told me it was something to pay attention to. I worked alongside them, forgoing my perimeter sweeps for a different kind of sweeping, dusting, mopping and cooking. Whatever they were prepping for was huge. I’d made ten casseroles, two pans of lasagna, fourteen cakes, all flavors and sizes, and I still had to make bread and various salads. I was also told that under no circumstances was I to make an appearance in front of the visitor. I was sure to embarrass them.
They were set to arrive by noon, so I had to be long gone by eleven thirty. That’s what Horace had told me. He’d suggested I run in the forest or go for a swim in the river but I knew exactly what I was going to do. I would go to the furthest boundary north and take the nap of a lifetime. I twisted my butt length black hair into a knot after covering all the food with aluminum foil and lining it up in the ovens. I also had snuck a spoonful of each dish into a Tupperware container under the cabinets to be stuffed in a bag that would go with me for naptime. If I didn’t sneak food around here, I’d starve.
I set up the eight foot long granite countertop with plates, napkins and si lverware and looked over my work, making sure everything was covered. Glancing at the clock, I grabbed my stolen food, stuffed it and a plastic fork into my bag and waited by the front door for the clock to strike eleven thirty. Horace came out of the hallway, dressed in a well starched, white button down shirt and some hideous dark green, polyester pants.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Good, any mistakes will be paid for later.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
I wanted one of those little machines, toys really, that
“What happened,” he growled into the phone.
Whatever answer he received placated him enough to relax against his chair, “Please be more careful. You scared me to death. I was ready to tear this place down getting to you.”
More conversation from the other end, “Ok, I love you too B.”
Flint’s mate was Beatrice, he called her B, and so did everyone else. He was the only one of my Betas who had a mate.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, she tripped on the last stair of the house and my heart fluttered,” he recalled, rubbing his chest.
“She should be more careful carrying a cub.”
“Cub s ; and I know,” Flint sighed, “She’s just so damned anal about cleaning the house. That’s what she was doing, going downstairs to wipe the already clean counters again.”
We all laughed , and I tried in vain not to be frustrated with my circumstances. I had no idea what he meant. I had no clue of the sensation, being so in tune with my mate. And there was the heartbeat. The Creator made us know exactly when we met our mate. It was a secret kept amongst those who’d experienced it, but it was said that there was no denying it.
I wished I knew.
I’d never try to deny it.
We almost ate the place out of business and then retired to our respective rooms to get sleep in case there was any turf fight the next day. There shouldn’t be, but I wasn’t very well scripted in visiting other clans’ land.
Showering in the tiny stall, I tried to wash away some of the tension that came especially at night. It twisted my muscles, stretched my ligaments , and furrowed my brow without my permission. It was the tension of an unmated Alpha. I wiped the fogged mirror with my towel and decided I’d better clean myself up. I looked more like caveman than Alpha. Using a pair of scissors I found in the desk, I cut my beard down significantly
What in the hell was I going to do?
The entire clan had been ordered to stay up all night, cleaning and straightening and putting on a show. I didn’t know what they were prepping for, but a twinging in my chest told me it was something to pay attention to. I worked alongside them, forgoing my perimeter sweeps for a different kind of sweeping, dusting, mopping and cooking. Whatever they were prepping for was huge. I’d made ten casseroles, two pans of lasagna, fourteen cakes, all flavors and sizes, and I still had to make bread and various salads. I was also told that under no circumstances was I to make an appearance in front of the visitor. I was sure to embarrass them.
They were set to arrive by noon, so I had to be long gone by eleven thirty. That’s what Horace had told me. He’d suggested I run in the forest or go for a swim in the river but I knew exactly what I was going to do. I would go to the furthest boundary north and take the nap of a lifetime. I twisted my butt length black hair into a knot after covering all the food with aluminum foil and lining it up in the ovens. I also had snuck a spoonful of each dish into a Tupperware container under the cabinets to be stuffed in a bag that would go with me for naptime. If I didn’t sneak food around here, I’d starve.
I set up the eight foot long granite countertop with plates, napkins and si lverware and looked over my work, making sure everything was covered. Glancing at the clock, I grabbed my stolen food, stuffed it and a plastic fork into my bag and waited by the front door for the clock to strike eleven thirty. Horace came out of the hallway, dressed in a well starched, white button down shirt and some hideous dark green, polyester pants.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Good, any mistakes will be paid for later.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
I wanted one of those little machines, toys really, that