Chapter 12: The Shadowlands Pack (Revised)

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Recall: After this we both pass out with my head on his shoulder, and his head on top of mine.

The next morning....

I wake up to a loud noise downstairs, and jump so high I almost fall off of the bed. Elijah's arm pulls me back to him, and he smiles down at me.

"Good morning beautiful." He says in a sexy rough voice. The perfect sexy morning voice.

"Good morning." I smile back at him, and reach a hand over to play with his hair. My chest is pressed up against his, and his right hand grips my hip. I bite my lip, and look down at his lips. The things I could do with his mouth. Damn, maybe we should pick up right where we left off.

*Crash*

"What is going on downstairs?" I jump back alarmed.

"My brother isn't exactly happy with our...," He clears his throat, "mating." Elijah says brushing off the noises downstairs, and getting up off of the bed. He grabs his shirt off of the floor, and pulls it over his head. Before it slides down my eyes watch as his sides move, the muscle ripples, and I can't help but bite my lip. My thighs clench, and my breathing hitches. He smirks over at me, and watches my every move. I shake my head, and look him in the eyes. He yanks the t-shirt all the way over his head. Once it's on he leans down kissing me on the forehead.

"Oh..." I say looking down, and away from the man in front of me. Poor Erik, maybe last night wasn't exactly the best time to have... mated...I clear my throat, and crawl over to the other side of the bed. I head over to the closet, and grab a set of pajamas. I pull the white sports bra, white long sleeved t-shirt over my head, and slide the grey silk shorts on. I walk out of the closet, and grab the brush. I keep my eyes on the ground the entire time, and try to look anywhere but at my mate. As I brush my hair Elijah walks up behind me placing his arms around my waist.

"He will be okay, Dezirae. It's time he accepted that you are my mate. His one and only job is to protect you, his future queen, not fall in love with you. If it weren't for your feelings towards him I would have banished him two days ago." Elijah bites out while clenching his teeth.

He's right, I'm doing what is supposed to be done. Elijah is my mate. This is the right choice. I try to say every part of this sentence with determination, and confidence. However, as I say this I can't help but to feel guilt eating away at me. Three-fourths of me truly believes I made the right choice, but the other part isn't entirely sure. I can't help but to think that I don't know anything about Elijah, or his world. I must get lost in my train of thought because I don't feel the first time that Elijah nudges me with his nose.

Elijah nudges my neck with his nose again, and pulls my chin up so I'm looking at him in the mirror. "You are his queen, Dezirae. He will learn his place. Don't feel guilty about our mating. You and I are meant to be together no matter what happens, or is said."

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