Caressed by the Alpha

Chapter Two

I shut my eyes, hoping this is a dream. I feel hot breath on my ear, "What's your name, baby?" I bite my lip, trying to move away from him. "Tell me your name," he demands, anger trimming his voice. He pushes me harder against the wall and I whimper. "Alissa; my name's Alissa." I open my eyes, and he's grinning wickedly. "Perfect... My name's Jonathan, princess." I nod, shaking with fear.

"Are you okay?" my mate asks. I shake my head, pointing behind him. He turns his head to see Robby and Kelly in the doorway staring at us. He slowly releases me, and my feet touch the ground. His hand remains possessively on my shoulder.

"Who's this?" he asks, motioning towards Kelly. "My niece; Kelly," I reply, holding my arms out for her. She runs into them, jumping up so that's I'm holding her. Kelly whines, "I want Mommy!" I look to Jonathan, "My sister's outside..." He grins, "Right away, darling." He picks up Robby, and takes my hand.

We walk down the stairs, and I reluctantly keep my hand in his. Alphas are possessive and I did not want to get in a fight with one, even if he was my mate. Upon entering the kitchen, I sigh in relief as I realize no one is there. Everyone was outside. My relief is short, because my mate pulls me right out the kitchen door.

The mood goes from loud and cheery to quiet and respectful in an instant. I look down at the ground, and Kelly and Robby run off in the direction of the crowd. I reluctantly look up and I see my sister right away. She's gaping at my mate and I. My mom can barely contain her excitement as she grabs my dad's hand and kisses his cheek.

In union, everyone bows their head muttering, "Alpha," or, "Luna." I gasp in shock, "Oh no." Jonathan gives me a concerned look, "Alissa?" I shake my head at him. "I can't have everyone treat me like some kind of queen," I whisper. He nods, "We'll discuss it later."

Jonathan clears his throat, "I have found my mate!" Cheers and applause breaks out, and everyone murmurs happily. "Alissa is her name," he says, squeezing my hand tightly. I bite my lip, waving with my free hand. Tons of greeting surround me immediately.

I feel a tug on my side, and turn to see Laura. She pulls me into a hug. "Laura?" my mate asks. I turn to him, "She's my cousin." "Ah," he mutters. Soon enough my family surrounds me.

My mother's arms close around me, "My baby found her mate!" She starts sobbing softly, and my dad puts his arms around both of us. "Congratulations, baby girl," he says. They release me and my sister grabs my hand, jumping up and down, "Do Kelly and Nelly get cousins?!" Jonathan speaks up, "Yes." I shake my head, "Excuse me?" He raises his eyebrows at me. Vanessa turns to my mate, "Thank you!" Aunt Valerie pats my shoulder, "I'm so happy for you." I give them all a soft smile.

My mate grabs ahold of me again, insisting that I be in his arms. He greets my family with charm and huge smiles. All the while, he runs his fingers up and down my side slowly. I shiver, glaring up at him. He only winks discretely.

"Would you all like to stay here tonight?" my mate invites my family. "We can't!" They all say. I glance at them suspiciously, and Vanessa winks, making a grinding motion. I gasp silently, shaking my head furiously. My mate looks down at me in curiosity, but doesn't question it.

"That's too bad," my mate frowns. "I can't stay either," I say, looking down. His hands grip my waist, "Why not?" I shrug, "All my things are at my pack." He chuckles, "You can borrow my things tonight, and tomorrow we'll take a trip to get your things." "Fine," I, reluctantly, agree. He smiles and his hands continue to wander again; now less tense.

In the next few hours, Jonathan doesn't leave my side. I meet various members of my new pack, including all the children who seem to love the Jonathan more than anyone else. I suppose, in my pack we all loved the Alpha and Luna very much, too.

I was also introduced to the beta and his mate. The beta was Jonathan's best friend, Chase. Chase met his mate very recently and she had just moved into the pack a couple weeks ago. Her name was Lily, and she was very refreshing and nice. She understood having to move to a new pack, and I could feel that we would get along well. I was also informed that the tradition of The Black Moon pack was for the Alphas and Betas to have kids around the same time so that the future Alpha and Beta would have a closer bond. Lily whispered to me about how old fashioned that was, and I silently agreed.

After a while, my family left and I promised to see them tomorrow when retrieving my things. The barbecue ended, and Jonathan was more than happy to have me to himself. He gave me a grand tour of the pack house, which was very large and impressive. He was excited about everything and I realized that the Alpha wasn't so big and scary after all.

"This is our room," Jonathan says, opening the doors to a very big room on the top floor. In the middle lay a king sized bed with black sheets, that matched the picture, window, and door frames. A large flat screen faces opposite the bed, and football is silently playing. There is a nightstand on the right side of the bed, holding a book and an empty beer can. There are a few pictures sprawled across the small dresser. I walk over to a door to find a walk in closet and I nod in approval. Another door leads to a large bathroom, and another doorway leads out to a balcony. I try not to giggle in excitement as I look upon the nice view of green. A smile slips, and my mates arms circle me, "Do you like it? You can do whatever you want to redecorate it. I don't care." I can't help but squeeze his side, "It's perfect, thank you." He grins, and I scan the room again.

My eyes fall upon the beer can and I gasp, covering my mouth. "What's wrong?" my mate asks. "The beer can..." I trail off, blinking a few times. He rushes to it and throws it in the trash can across the room, "Sorry, I didn't know it needed to be clean." "That's not it," I breathe. His eyebrows raise in question, bending down slightly to look me in the eyes. "You can drink?" I ask. He laughs nervously, "Yes." "How old are you?" I walk to the bed and sit down slowly. He sighs in relief, "Oh, I'm twenty one." "Holy shit! That's gross!" I reply, lying down. He laughs, sitting slightly slouched over me, "It's only five years, Alissa." I nod, "I guess so. It's just so weird." He laughs loudly, "It's fine, sweetie." His hand grabs mine and it feels normal and strangely reassuring.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asks, and I shake my head. "I need something to drink," I sigh, and idea creeps into my head. I sit up, shifting towards him, "Can I have something alcoholic?" His face tenses, "Absolutely not." I put my hand on his shoulder, "Please, Jonathan? It's not like we're doing anything and you'll be watching me the whole time." He scowls, turning his head away. I shift to where I'm almost sitting in his lap, and I lean into his shoulder to whisper in his ear, "Please? Just a glass of wine?" He clears his throat, "Fine, but only one." I smile in victory, and lightly kiss his cheek.

He runs to get the wine, and I sneak to his drawers. I find a big t-shirt and throw it on, not bothering to wear pants because of how long the t-shirt was on me. I crawl back into the bed, sitting up on the side of the bed without the dresser.

Jonathan re-enters with two glasses of wine; one holding white and the other red. "I didn't know which you preferred." "White, please," I say, taking the glass from him. I sip and nod at him, "This is good."

His eyes scan my outfit on the floor and turns to me, "Who gave you permission to take whatever you want?" I roll my eyes, "Where's the remote? I'm not watching football." He sighs, throwing me the remote. I turn to Bravo to watch The Real Housewives of O.C. and my mate groans. "We'll take turns," I insist. He sits next to me, sipping his wine, and I start to get tired.

I finish my wine, handing him the glass to put it on his nightstand. I lay down and mumble, "Thank you." "For what?" "Making this better than I thought it would be," I reply, turning onto my side and drifting into unconsciousness.