When an Alpha finally finds his mate, but finds that she's not a werewolf, but instead something much more unexpected.
Once he learns what comes with her...
... will he remain certain that she is what he's been waiting what felt like decades for?
...
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The first night I spent in this house with my mate was certainly an interesting one. I've always heard stories of how werewolf mates first met.
Some would mate with each other the first time they met and claim each other right away, while others had it a little more difficult to come to terms with finding their mates and only warmed up to each other months after first meeting.
I refused to be one of them, that couldn't make the bond work by not fully accepting it, neither did I have a reason to not accept it since I've always wanted my mate. But it all changed once I actually met her.
I found it harder to understand her which only made it more difficult for us to connect sometimes.
Each time I started to believe I was finally beginning to understand her, she proved me wrong immediately by doing something I considered to be out of the ordinary. She definitely managed to keep me at the edge of my seat at all times.
I tried to learn more about her, but she would just brush me off and act like I hadn't even said anything in the first place.
I often found her staring at me in nothing but amazement, and each time I caught her, she never once moved her eyes off me. She didn't care if I knew she was staring, as long as she could keep doing so.
Ever since she had taken her bath, she made no move to put on some clothes, but I didn't complain. It seemed like she was more comfortable being naked than wearing clothes, which was proved by the loose dress she had worn so carelessly from before.
I was used to nudity since I lived in a pack full of werewolves where people constantly shifted back and forth, but it was a completely different thing when it came to seeing my mate naked.
I wanted to touch every curve of her body, every cell, so that I could learn it all by instinct. But I didn't want to take advantage of her comfortable state just because she was naked, it didn't sit right with me to do so even though she was my mate.
Of course, I couldn't keep seeing her like that without growing a little too aroused, and no matter how well she had responded to my aroused state before, I couldn't even look at her without letting my mind wander a little too far.
So eventually, I actually managed to convince her to put one of my shirts on. Once she had it on, she didn't seem to mind it that much. It might have been because of how enormously big and loose it was on her, and hopefully; because it wore my scent.
That morning, I woke up with her laying on top of me like I was her mattress and she my blanket. I tried to make sure to keep the duvet on us the entire night so that she wouldn't be cold, but one time I woke up in the middle of the night and found the duvet laying on the floor beside my bed, which made me wonder if my little mate had kicked the duvet off of us during the night.
