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The next week was strangely quiet. The Alpha's Aarle left, Natalie staying behind to be with Anna, so the pack house was quiet. Whenever I'd seen Adam, Raphael was conveniently not home. It was like he didn't exist at all. I spent a lot of time reading, adventuring to my old favourite reading spots in the woods, even finding the hammock I'd put up one summer and forgotten. Adam and I went for a few runs through the woods together. I'd forgotten how great it felt to run as back in the city I barely ever had the woodland space. Anna showed me the new weapons training facilities and I even visited Adam at work which all made me realise, everyone had something to do. Sure being a Luna was a job in itself, but it wasn't enough to fill the empty spaces in my life so I took the advice of an old professor of mine and applied for my masters degrees at a few different universities that offered remote advisory meetings. I also went back to freelancing as a journalist but the main idea was that I was writing again and I had something to do.

I also started helping Luna Maria with the Luna duties. On Wednesday, I taught a year 2 class when their teacher was sick at the local infant school and on Friday, I helped a pack member through a tough decision pertaining to the medical care of their mate.

Saturday came around and I still hadn't seen Raphael. Adam and I were due to host our parents for dinner at the pack house, our first time entertaining as a couple. I think we were lucky to be mated to each other, the bond between our families was already secure whereas other mated couples may have to deal with bickering and in-law family feuds. Its 5.30pm, half an hour until the guests are due to arrive. There's a chef is in the kitchen, creating mouth-watering masterpieces that filled the house with sensational scents. The other help Adam had hired for the evening were rushing around, laying tables and setting up delectable displays of food.

I stretch my stiffened limbs across the bed, my foot kicking Adam who's lying next to me and letting to a groan of relief. I check the time and extend my foot out again, kicking him harder.

"Adam wake up, our parents are gonna be here soon." Like a corpse, he stayed dead and unmoving, lying on his back, his hand behind his head and one on his chest. I lean upwards off of the bed and crawl over to Adam, straddling him between my legs. I lean forward until our faces are an inch away from each other and place a soft, lingering kiss on his lips to see if he responds. Just as I pull away, giving up and fully prepared to try slapping him next, his hands move into my hair and push my lips back onto his. He kisses me softly until I feel his tongue slip into my mouth and our kiss becomes hotter and deeper. His hands move to cup my ass, moving me back and forth across his jeans, wetness pooling between my legs at the friction. He moves his kisses move from my lips to my neck, sucking, biting, nibbling, painting pictures with his love bites. I let out a breathy moan while Adam continues working on my neck.

In the back of my mind, I hear commotion downstairs and remnants of the gentle voice of Luna Maria.

"Adam, Adam your parents are here," I breathe out, struggling to make a sentence. Adam doesn't flinch or move, keeping his attention on me.

"They can wait," he says into my neck. For a moment I let myself sink back into him, ignoring all else but I start to hear footsteps up the stairs.

"Adam."

His teeth graze my neck and he sighs. "Fine, we'll go." He moves to the edge of the bed with me still on his lap and lifts me up as he stands, my legs and arms wrapped around him, his hands on my thighs.

"Adam, this isn't what I meant, put me down!" I say. His lips go back to working on my neck but this time inching further down so he's on the low neckline of my top, I sigh as he approaches the door and he presses me up against it, placing one last kiss on my upper breasts before slowly dropping me to the floor. I pin my hands against the door and look up at his towering form but soon after someone knocks at the door.

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