The Love of a Werewolf

Chapter 1

"Momma, how do you know when you are in love?" The small boy blinks up at the woman, curiosity filling his blue eyes.

"Well, when your heart feels like it's going to explode out of your chest and you can't stop thinking about them and all you want is to make them happy, that's the spontaneous type of love. The love you want is the one that builds up slowly and then consumes you so fast you barely knew what hit ya.

That's the type of love that's pure. Two people who you never thought would end up together." The woman finished speaking. She continues with her task of making dinner, placing small kisses on her son's cheek.

"Is that the type of love you and daddy have?" His little feet kick excitedly, and she chuckles, seeing his face smeared with the chocolate cake batter.

"That's right, my love. Your daddy and I hated each other." She pulls out the bread and smacks away his grubby fingers. "Ethan, go wash up and get your father."

"Yes, momma." He murmurs, climbing off the counter. His feet pound against the ground as he runs up the stairs.

"No running!" His momma shouts, but he pays it no mind. He's so hungry. He bursts into his dad's office with a large smile and waits patiently for his call to end.

"My son, what can I do for you?" His dad is a pretty intimidating man. Reaching well over 6'3 and built like a tank, Ethan aspires to be just like his father. Big and strong.

"Momma says dinner is ready." He jumps into the open arms and together they make it down the stairs, tickling each other.

"Mary-Anne, it smells amazing in here." He kisses her sweetly, Ethan 'ewwing' in the background.

"Why thank you, Richard. Now go sit. Food is on the table." Mary-Anne shoos them out of the kitchen and Richard leaves with a chuckle.

The small family says grace and digs in, chatting softly about their day. "I'm going to go to see my mother tomorrow," Mary-Anne says.

"Momma, can I go to please?" Ethan begs unnecessarily since he was going anyways.

"Of course, my love. Now if you want that bedtime story, hurry up." Mary-Anne says, and chuckles as Ethan practically shoots up out of his chair.

"I'm ready." He exclaims, darting up to his room and placing the book on his bed.

Mary-Anne reads to her boy, watching him fall blissfully asleep. She looks at him for a few moments, before getting up and leaving the room, after placing goodnight kisses upon him. "What is the matter, my love?" Richard asks and gathers her into his arms.

"He's growing so fast. A minute ago, he was just a couple of months and now he's six. Where is the time going?" She sighs into his embrace.

"I understand what you mean." Richard sighs as well, taking his wife's hair down and grabbing the brush off the vanity to detangle it. "We've done well in raising him."

"Of course, we have," Mary-Anne says, pride lacing her voice.

"The elders and our people will accept him as both King and Alpha when the time comes, and he'll be a great ruler," Richard speaks fiercely.

Mary-Anne strips in front of her husband, feeling his eyes bore into her nakedness. She throws a wink over her shoulder and slips into her nightgown. "You're such a tease." Richard groans, causing her to giggle.

They kiss, their love shining through every peck before the moment is broken by the shrill cry of the alarm, jolting them both out of their embrace. "We're under attack," Mary-Anne whispers, fear clutching her heart.

"My love, focus, take Ethan to the bunker and hide him, stay with him until I come back for you," Richard commands and she does so, after wishing him safety.