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9 - Food For Thought

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***Chapter 9***

Oh God, oh God, what the hell was I suppose to do now?! Dante had been incredibly sweet to me since he found me (quite embarrassingly) under a tree having a panic attack and walked me back to the Pack house but now he was obviously feeling overprotective of me because he wouldn't leave my room so I could shift and change! I was still very furry and I wanted to change but he is just standing there, his back to my door and facing me, arms crossed and looking at me. I whined softly and tried to convey my discomfort. Looks like he was receiving less than a brick wall.

"For God's sake, Sy, just shift already!" he said exasperatingly. I shifted on my paws and part of me did want to shift and say 'Well you asked for it', but then I remembered that there were still some things that I'd rather keep hidden beneath clothing so I glared at him instead. I huffed and head butted his chest. Please get the message, I pleaded with him. "Sy, it's not like you have anything I haven't seen before," he said. Okay, that was not necessary. I growled low in my throat and glared up at him. In his defence he seemed a bit embarrassed. "Well, you know what I mean, you know? I mean there's nothing..." I nipped at his stomach with my sharp teeth and he yelped a bit. "All right, all right, I'll go!"

Hands held up in surrender, he finally left my room. He might act like a big bad Alpha, but it was kinda funny how easily it was to make him awkward. With a sigh of relief I shed my wolf skin to reveal my naked body. I always hated this part. Trying to keep my eyes down didn't stop myself from seeing my reflection in the mirror.

What I saw was a red-headed girl with green eyes with thin white scars littered around her body. That's what I felt like, a piece of litter, of garbage. I didn't use to feel like this, I use to be proud about how I was. Not anymore.

I looked away from the offending figure and hurriedly pulled on a long sleeved top and flannel bottoms, ready for bed. There was a knock on the door before Dante came in. He had his hand over his eyes. "You're done changing, right?" he asked and I giggled at him. He peeked between his fingers to see me sitting on my bed. He grinned at me and lowered his hand. "You ready for bed then?" he asked and I nodded, but I felt like this was leading somewhere. "Sy, I know you already said no..." he started and I nearly groaned. "But I think it would be for the best if you moved upstairs into my quarters. The Alpha quarters, I mean. Not my quarters, you'd have your own room, of course, a few doors from my room. Not that I wouldn't like to have you nearer or in my quarters, but..." I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He smiled sheepishly at me. Leave it to Dante to make me laugh after the day I had had.

"All right, Dante, because you asked so nicely," I chuckled. Wait, what was I doing? I couldn't go up there! It would be a disaster! And, on top of that, the nympho inside had been quite prominent not too long ago! This was a disastrous idea! Backtrack backtrack!

Dante smiled at me. "Great. You can leave most of your stuff here and move it up there tomorrow."

I smiled shakily back at him as he helped me up and started leading me to the 'Alpha quarters', as he put it. What happened to backtracking?! We walked up the stairs and past his office, down a corridor that lead to a few doors on the left and right and one door at the very end of the corridor. Dante pointed at that one and told me that it was his room. Then he opened the door to the right and stood aside to let me through. "And this is your room, Sy," he said and I might have gaped, just a tad. It was like it had been taken from the Renaissance period, with dark oak, grand double bed with posts and deep red drapes hanging around it and golden lights and accents. "Do you like it?" asked Dante.

"Oh, gosh, I love it!" I gushed.

"I'll leave you to it, then. I'll see you in the morning, and if you have any problems, just knock on my door, or my office if I'm not there." I couldn't help myself. I ran up to his and hugged him tight. I knew that I would never have been able to get through this night if it weren't for him.

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Alpha Dante lay in his own Renaissance grand bed but was not able to get to sleep because of a certain redhead running through his mind. He had to see her. Even his wolf wanted to see her.

Well it's decided then. And it's not like he was using the secret door between the two rooms to spy on her like an 80 year old pervert, oh no, he was just... checking up on her. Yes, that's it; he's just being a good Alpha. And a normal person with a crush, he thought but pushed it away. He didn't have a crush, he had a Mate! Somewhere. He's just taking care of the girl. But she's not really a girl, is she, taunted that same voice. She's a woman, isn't she?

Now he's thinking like a pervert too. Great.

Dante quietly turned the knob of the door leading to Sya's room from his and slipped through. He could hear that she was sleeping. She had drawn the curtains shut around her and Dante parted them to reveal her beautiful face and red hair fanned out around her. She was like sleeping beauty. And you could be her Prince and wake her up with a kiss. Yeah, no, she may be meek at some points but Dante didn't doubt that she would try and break his nose if he tried to pull a stunt like that.

Suddenly Sya groaned and withered under her duvet like she was trying to curl away from something. Her forehead furrowed and she started muttering illegible words and noises. Dante heard only snippets.

A nightmare? It must be. What was she dreaming about?

Her voice rose and Dante looked down at her, clueless as to what he should do. Then he remembered how earlier she had calmed at his touch. Perhaps it was because he was her Alpha? Dante didn't know but he hoped it worked.

He lifted the duvet and slid in next to her. Almost like a moth being attracted to a bright light, Sya turned to him and curled up beside him. Her hand came to rest on his chest and she scrunched up his sleep t-shirt before it relaxed again. She sighed and her face relaxed along with the rest of her body. Dante gingerly placed his arms around her.

This shouldn't feel right, but it did. Dante had a Mate, and it wasn't Sya, he knew, and Sya had her own Mate out there somewhere. They weren't for each other... but why did it feel like, with Sya in his arms, the planets have aligned and every good fortune had rained upon him?

Well no matter what, Dante knew this feeling was so much better than feeling like a pervert.