Heat Brought Us Together

Chapter 8

His pov

Micajah Stone

In the garden

I want to soothe her, I want to let her know, she doesn't owe me anything. Whatever happened in the past is past. I want to be in her future and possibly in her present if she allows me.

I lead her out of the garden, her hand in mine. Her crying is now ceasing slowly.

My wolf perking as she doesn't let go of my hand. As we reach the scooter, I ask her if she likes icecream. She nods.

"You are to be my Luna, my life partner P, I need words." She meets my eyes. Her eyes shining in disbelief or respect I can't tell. She looks happy though after that small cry session.

"Yes Micajah, I would love to eat an icecream with you." She says out loud.
I smile at her reply.

"Then ma'am, please let this chaffeur/driver drive us there. I would like to try  your scooter out, if it's okay with you." I say.

She hands me the keys and goes to retrieve her helmet.

I slide on the scooter and put the helmet on, safety first, as the helmet squishes my ears.

She rides pilot but doesn't take the support of my shoulders. Maybe I have to work on my shoulders to make them more manly and attractive or so.

My train of thoughts break as she wraps her hands just below my chest. Holding onto me, like a bat.

God this woman is something.

I focus on breathing and driving. I let this drive remain silent as we both require some time to process the information.

I know a icecream booth just down the next lane. We reach there as slowly as I  can drive, wanting her wrapped around me for some more time.

I park the scooter near the booth and she slides off the vehicle and waits for me to turn the ignition off and remove the helmet.

The bloody thing, gets stuck and I groan in frustration.

I try to wiggle that out, not even bothering that this action hurts my ears.

She giggles beside me and I watch her in amazement.

"Oh my God, Mica you should have told me that the headgear is too tight for you. Here, let me do it." She says.

She approaches me and carefully removes it. She strokes my hair back to the way they were before. "You have very soft hair Mica, the brown curls make your eyes pop out even more." She says.

I gaze at her, her beauty and the proximity between us doing a number on me. I purr like a cat as she strokes the strands of my hair back in its place.

As if the daze we are in, is the only reality there is. I stay rooted to that spot, even after she retreats her hand.

She clears her throat to bring me back to reality and giggles a second later.

I get down and usher her inside the booth. The staff there acknowledges my presence, "Alpha please come inside, which icecream would you like to have today?" He inquires.

"I will have a double scoop cookie cream  icecream please." I reply.
I turn to look at P, she is eyeing all the different flavors, just like a child looking at candy for the first time.

She orders a chocolate brownie icecream. We sit near the booth and wait for the service.

"Do you come here often? This is far from your pack territory. The server recognized you."She asks.

"I have been here twice only, I love a good dessert. I helped the person regarding something, hence he could identify me." I conclude.

"Oh, okay. How long are you here for?
I think I should tell my father about us. He might be wondering where I am wandering about." She declares.

"I planned to stay unil today, before I knew about you. So now, let's see. Do you want me to stay P?" I ask her.

She stays silent.  So I continue.

"My beta is busy with something or I could have stayed for a few days. I think you should tell Alpha Matthew. He might just figure this out, from us hanging together. Well you ask very many questions mate. Now it's my turn." I smirk.

The server brings us our orders and I help P with a spoon.

"Lets see how good this icecream is. That the mighty Alpha couldn't forget its taste." After saying what's on her mind she goes to take a bite while I openly  stare at her. Her rosy lips open as she takes the heavenly icecream in that mouth of hers. She slightly moans before controlling her natural noise.

"Please don't stop on my accord. This is your pack and this is your mate. Moan away, P." I say.

"Huh?!" She manages to say, looking stunned by my answer.

She quickly averts her eyes, focusing on the brown delight in her hands. Between her brown eyes and the chocolate icecream. I can't tell what might be more tastier.

'Her eyes, our mate is the most attractive.' My wolf mindlinks.

"Indeed she is", I idiotly say this aloud.

"What?" She raises her eyebrows in question.

"Nothing, the icecream is indeed the best. My pack members generally keep me away from sweets, they refuse to sell me any sweets." I tell her.

She laughs, she genuinely giggles, "they stop an Alpha from eating sweets?!
This is the first time I have heard something like this. I can't believe this. "

She is endearing. Truly.

"I have a sweet tooth apparently. So my mother has asked people to limit their sale of sweets to me. You will see when you meet them." I tell her.

The laughter vanishes and a serious expression adorns her face.

"I am not ready, Mica. I haven't lived with a pack for over 4 years. I don't think I will do justice to being your mate and the packs Luna. I have isolated myself so much, I live with humans. All I am asking you is give me some time. I think I need to take some time till the heat starts. Two weeks around each other can do me good I think. If this is too much for you, just leave today. I never thought I had a chance to a fated mate anyway. This way even you will get time to know me and can vividly decide whether to mate me or not." She explains.

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