Phoenix the Rising Alpha

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Phoenix POV:

After Roswell's thorough mouth washing and teeth brushing we cuddled up together on his bed watching romantic comedies and made out.

I never felt sparks like this before. Every inch of my body felt like it was set on fire and molten lava ran through my veins.

My body felt as though it wasn't mine every time Roswell place his lips on mine.

I'm felt beside myself and in myself at the same time.

'Stop thinking so much'. Roswell said over and over every time our lips parted just long enough for us to catch our breaths.

"I actually am not thinking anything". "Every time you lay your plump lips against mine, my mind blanks out". I explained to him.

'Mmm'. Was his reply. I'd smile into our kiss before deepening the kiss.

A loud thunderous knock on his bedroom door broke up our make out session. I was happy but also disappointed.

Happy because I didn't know if I would be able to stop if our make out went beyond just kissing. Disappointed because I didn't want us to stop either. I sighed and pulled away from Roswell so he can answer his door.

I heard him groaning with every step he took towards his door. I smiled but said nothing.

'Your mother said it is time for dinner'. The voice said on the other side of Roswell's door.

'Tell my mother I am not hungry'. Roswell replied closing the door.

Another thunderous knock on the door caused him to groan again. I sighed and decided to answer the door.

Wish I hadn't though.

'Your mother said to come down for dinner'. Was the first thing I heard as soon as I opened the door. I'm not sure why but I gasped unable to understand why I hadn't smelt him in the hall.

Was this the first time he knocked on the door?

Or was that who Roswell was talking to just a few moments ago?

How come I didn't smell him?

Was I to engrossed locking lips with Roswell that my mind shut out the rest of the world?

I groaned and back up, leaving Roswell's door open.

'Seriously'? I heard Maxwell say.

I ignored him and walked towards Roswell who was standing in front of his bed.

'Like I said before I'm hungry'. Roswell told Maxwell sternly, wrapping his arms around my waist bringing me closer to him. I laid my head on his chest and sighed.

"Dad can you come to Roswell's room please"? I linked my dad.

'Sure'. My dad linked back. I smiled and wrapped my arms around Roswell's waist and waited for my parents.

I knew my father would be pi$$ed if I linked him not because I linked him but because of Maxwell. As you can probably already guess I'm not good with confrontation. I'm not sure if it's because I'm the youngest of six pup's or because my dad has always told me, not to show my powers except to my mate. Unless of course I have to, to stay alive. And being the youngest of six pup's I got rather angry as I grew up most of the time over little things and if were not for my dad I probably would have blew up our packhouse.

As I grew up and understood my powers I learned how to control them with the help of my dad and my mom. Or I might have taken Nezm out once or twice.

I felt sparks on my shoulder and around my waist bringing me out of my thoughts. I sighed happily and leaned back onto Roswell's chest as we both stared at Maxwell. I heard a dangerous quiet growl coming from the hallway. The hair on my neck and arms rose and I knew without even sniffing the air that it was my very overprotective father.

'Your dad sounds mad'. Roswell said. I nodded but corrected him.

"That's my father, and yes he's a little angry". I told him. I stared at Maxwell and watched as the color drained from his face.

'Alpha Laurent'. 'Luna Larry'. Maxwell whispered out breathlessly. Not sure why but watching the color drain from his face made me smile.

'What are you doing here'? 'Come to start more trouble for my pup'? My father gritted out through his teeth.

'Um no sir'. 'I just came to tell Roswell dinner was ready'. Maxwell replied unable to look my father in the eyes.

'Well I'm sure Queen Isabel will link Roswell when she's ready to call him to dinner'. My dad said in his passive aggressive happy voice.

'Yes of course Luna'. Maxwell said causing my father to growl.

'It's Luna Larry, not just Luna'. My father growled out shaking the hallway.

'It's okay my love'. 'He does not know our pack rules'. 'Besides we are not in our pack'. My dad told my father wrapping his arms around his waist and calming him down. I watched them happily, hoping I can have what they have when I'm older.

'You will have it my son'. 'You already have it with Roswell now'. My dad said through our link.

'Thank you dad's. I linked back smiling.

'Shall we head to the dining hall for dinner'. My dad asks us. We all nodded and began walking hand in hand towards the dining hall with Maxwell slowly walking behind us.

'I will find a way to get your mate you freak'. I heard Maxwell's thoughts. I growled and squeezed Roswell's hand tighter.

'Don't'. My dad linked.

'But'. I tried to argue back, but he cut me off before I could finish.

'No matter what, you must not show your powers'. 'Trust your mate'. My dad linked back.

''Okay''. I linked back sighing softly.

I just wanted to get this dinner over with and get through tomorrow before I lose my already strained patience.

'Are you okay'? 'You seem a little stressed, even more than when Maxwell came to the door'. Roswell asked, said.

"Just hearing thoughts I wish I couldn't". I replied honestly. I heard Roswell sigh, squeezing my hand tightly.

'I'm only yours no matter what'. Roswell said. I nodded.

I truly cannot wait till our 'guests' go home and we return to school. I thought to myself I knew my dad would hear my thoughts and I knew that even though he heard them he wouldn't be upset about them.

"Please Moon Goddess let dinner and tomorrow go by quickly". I silently prayed.