Typical Alpha

Chapter Thirty One: The First Time...

"Welcome back Alpha!"

Music started thumping gently and tables spread out covered in party food around the pack house.

This wasn't my idea, and in no way did I know this was happening. I knew that Max would be in no mood for it, but maybe he'd be able to forget it for the night.

"Thanks everyone!" Max shouts out and everybody cheers. We'd taken Kevin's body back to Max's aunt and uncle's house. We weren't there for long, Max mad it clear by his vibe and his body language that he was uncomfortable being around people, but I suppose he doesn't want to ruin everyone's good time tonight.

Surviving members of the pack dance with the women that weren't allowed to join them and embrace this time as a celebration and a reunion.

"Let's go find Oliver," I shout in Max's ear over the music, but he cringes dismissing the thought.

"You go, I'll find you guys later." He grabs a drink from the table and I look at him and he gives me a look of 'you can go now'. But as I walk away from him, accepting he wants to be left alone - I hope he makes the right choices about what he is drinking.

I decided I didn't want to go find Claire and Oliver, and if they were anywhere in the House, they wouldn't be at the party. Claire and Oliver are very humble quiet people, loud music and tight room isn't where they would always want to be.

I went upstairs to Max and I's room, when I opened the door and stepped in the air was cold, and the room felt very untouched. I turned on the lamp and lit up the room a bit, it showed Max's soft blue bed and all I wanted to do was curl up in it, and I did.

I wished that Max would come up here, and we could be next to each other like we always do, but I fell asleep with out him this time.

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When I woke up in the morning, Max was there. I leaned over to smell his breathe, and I couldn't detect any alcohol. I wrapped my arms around him and he snuggled into the pillow. I feel very sorry for Max, sometimes I think that he isn't always fit to be an Alpha, he was just born with all these responsibilities.

I take joy in watching Max sleep, his jawbones clenched and his eye lashes settled. I kissed his exposed shoulder and rested my chin on him. I've never been very affectionate with Max, and I regret it a lot. He's my boyfriend and I'd like to show it.

I delicately get out of the bed and creep out the hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Plates are left in the sink, letting me know I'm not the only one awake. The sunlight shines through the kitchen tile, and I see some of the wolves outside playing fetch. I tie my brown hair into a bun and begin making Max a killer breakfast.

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"Argh," Max groans waking up and stretching. His face is so cute when hes tired, and I get excited knowing his voice is going to be husky.

"Morning Maxy!" I giggle jumping on him holding a plate of stacked pancakes drizzling with butter and maple syrup. "I love you!" I kiss him on the forehead and he looks at me strange. "I love you I love you I love you." I keep repeating just so he can get the message. This morning I woke up with the case of the butterflies, and they were all for Max.

"Woah hello there" He sits up, "Is this for me?" His nostrils flare at the smell and sight of my glazed pancakes.

"They sure are." I smile passing the plate into his hands. "How are you this morning?" I ask folding my legs on the bed in front of him, I brush his hair with my fingers looking into his eyes.

"I'm better, you know, just needed some time by myself last night. It still hurts, A lot, but I just need to get it off my mind you know?" I nod understanding where he's coming from. It was hard for me after hearing that my brother Jackson died and it took me weeks to get it off my mind.

"Well I love you Max."

"I love you too." He says, his mouth filled with pancake and smiles.

I lay down singing little songs while Max ate his breakfast. He ate loudly, almsot as loudly as I sung, he even joined in with me when he could. After he licked the plate of all of its maple syrup he came to join me.

"You know," Max said putting his plate down "You're pancakes are so good, you're going to have to make them everyday." He creeps up on top of me and lies on me, all of his weight pressed down on me.

"Yeah yeah" I wriggle, "You wish" Max's head pricks up and his hair is a hot mess, and his eyes seep through me.

He pecks me on the lips, and I laugh, "You have a cute laugh" He smiles and his teeth show. I kiss him on the lips, "You have a cute smile," I tell him. He kisses me back, but when he tries to leave I pull him forward. His hand trace up my side and stop at the side of my face.

Woah, is all I can think. When he touches me It feels like sparks down my skin, and when we kiss it feels like magic.

Max and I exchanged in tongues and I arch my back against his body. Max and I have only gotten as far as making out, and I think I'd like to go further with him. His hands roam down my body and I feel them begin to pull up my shirt. I do Max a favor and take it off beneath him.

He kisses both my breasts and breathes heavy as I trace my fingertips down his back. Max was only in his underwear when I first came in and I could feel him press it against me.

Everything was going so fast, I felt dizzy and warm around him.

I knew that Max was definitely ready for this, but was I?

I kissed his collarbones and sucked on his neck, he let out a moan.

I knew that Max was enjoying all of this, and I was too, but I didn't want it to be something to get his mind off. But at the end of the day I was ready, and so was he. Heck, he's probably been waiting since our first kiss.

"Max," I breathe.

"Yeah?" He replies panting, "We can stop if you-"

"No," I cut him off "I want to. " He looks at me dead straight.

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

He begins to take down my pajama shorts when I remind him about protection. He reaches over to his drawers and his hand searches around until he pulls out a silver wrapper.

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* i just had sex starts playin'*

-z