WITH THE ALPHA

Part 10 ; Comfort of home

The heavy rain poured down, slapping continuously against the glass before trailing into long, weeping streams down the windowpane.
This was Zehr's room. It was completely unlike the sterile, rigid quarters of the pack house—it held a raw, cozy warmth that instantly made me feel at home. It wasn't pristine or neatly organized. Unfolded clothes were strewn carelessly, a worn sports bag jammed with a trip's worth of travel gear rested against the sill, and his shoes were scattered along the baseboard. He was a delightfully messy man, yet he had welcomed me into his space with wide-open, unreserved arms.
I sat cross-legged on his king-sized bed, a thick, fluffy knitted blanket draped over my shoulders. The climate control was already humming, but he had insisted on bundling me up anyway before stepping out to order fresh coffee from the staff.
When he returned, he sat right beside me, bubbling over with excitement about how thrilled he was that we could finally be together.
"I've been looking for you for quite a while now," he confessed softly. He began recounting the exact moment our eyes met at the convenience store. "They say meeting your mate is a simultaneous realization of love, partnership, and soul." He leaned in, nuzzling his nose gently against the curve of my neck. "You smell incredible. I've been tracking your scent through this entire territory for days. When I found that receipt you dropped... buying a pregnancy test... I was disappointed, to say the least. But I wasn't about to let a piece of paper stop me from finding my female."
He paused, a lighthearted smile gracing his features. "Yeah, you're pregnant—but isn't that just a temporary detail? You're going to have kids, which means fun and family, forever."
He let out a low chuckle. I searched his face, desperately hunting for any trace of deceit, manipulation, or hidden motives. I found nothing. Just... a sweet, completely smitten idiot.
"Are you naturally this carefree?" I asked, genuine confusion in my voice.
He pondered the question for a second before giving a casual shrug. "You can be the judge of that as time goes on."
"What's your relationship with that woman?" I pushed, needing clarity. "Carlisa?"
He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "She's my cousin. Her father is my uncle, and her mother is a werewolf."
"Oh."
"What did you think she was?" he asked, chuckling when my silence gave me away. "Definitely not my lover."
He reached out, his thumb tracing a feather-light trail along my cheekbone. I feared that if I locked eyes with him, I'd be completely lost—but I couldn't resist a peek. I turned my head, letting my gaze sweep across his face until my dark eyes crashed into his brilliant copper ones. He looked straight into the deepest corners of my soul.
I was falling for him. Hard. My inner wolf roared with a fierce, possessive need to claim every inch of him.
Throwing all my usual defenses to the wind, I leaned forward. He met me halfway.
When our lips collided, it felt as though the entire universe was being rewritten around us. Electric sparks exploded across my mouth, and a sudden, desperate hunger took over. I deepened the kiss, desperate to taste more of him. Zehr groaned into my mouth, his arm wrapping around my back to catch me as I melted against him. His hand slid up to cradle the nape of my neck, pulling me flush against his broad chest, kissing me with a fierce, intoxicating mix of longing, need, and raw passion.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. We gasped for air, our tongues intertwining, sealing our fate with every breathless touch. He pulled back just enough to tease my lower lip between his teeth, releasing it with a soft pop before crashing his mouth back onto mine, pulling us under again.
Before I knew it, I was flat on my back, with Zehr hovering over me, neither of us willing to break the blistering heat of the kiss.
I could tell he was fighting his own control, desperate to take things further but hesitant to push me too fast. His large, warm hands slipped beneath the hem of my dress, gripping my bare thighs before reluctantly sliding back down. A dangerous smirk pulled at my lips. So, he wants to play? I was more than ready.
Reaching up, I hooked my fingers into the collar of his shirt and yanked upward, ripping the fabric down the middle until it hung in tatters. Tossing the ruined material aside, I gasped as his exposed chest came into full view. His body was a masterpiece of hard muscle and sculpted strength—magnificent, defined, and powerful. I slid my palms over his rigid abs, gripping his waist to pull him down onto me.
Taking the invitation, Zehr gripped my tight dress and tore it down the center with effortless strength. I flinched at the sound, but he kept his lips anchored to mine.
"Don't worry," he rasped out, his hot breath brushing my ear. "Tell me to stop if anything feels uncomfortable."
Instead of answering, I captured his lips again, unable to bear even a second of distance. Lifting my leg, I wrapped it tightly around his waist as his hands roamed over every curve of my body. A hazy, intoxicating bliss washed over me as his calloused thumbs stroked my inner thighs.
"Zehr..." I moaned, lost in the sheer delight of his touch.
"What is it, my love?" he whispered back, his voice thick with desire.
"Please... I need you," I whimpered, feeling the lace of my undergarments stretch.
"Need what? Say it," he teased, his fingers hovering just agonizingly close, driving me wild with anticipation.
"I need you to fuck me." I squeezed my knees together, trapping his wrist between my legs.
Zehr let out a dark, deep chuckle, slowly shifting his body down until his face was positioned between my knees.
"As much as I want to, my love... sadly, no," he smirked, his copper eyes dark with hunger. "When I fully take you, it will be in the peace of our own home, where no one can hear us or interrupt us. But for tonight... I promise to give you pleasure in plenty of other ways."