Little witch

Reassurance

Titus POV

The night was quiet, and the only sound was the steady hum of paperwork being shuffled and sorted in my office. The tasks that had consumed my days lately were finally winding down, leaving me to enjoy a rare moment of peace. But then my phone buzzed, shattering the tranquility.

I glanced at the screen and saw it was a call from one of my pack members. I answered quickly, expecting the usual update on pack matters. Instead, the voice on the other end was tinged with concern. "Alpha, there's a witch causing a scene at the local bar. She's pretty drunk and seems to be making a fuss. I think you might want to check it out."

My heart sank as I processed the information. My first thought was of Adeline. The tension between us, the bond that seemed to grow stronger each day, made it clear that the witch causing trouble was probably her. I grabbed my jacket and rushed out the door, my mind racing.

When I arrived at the bar, I scanned the room quickly, my eyes landing on Adeline. She was sitting at the bar, her posture slumped, and her expression one of distress. I could see the bartender trying to manage the situation, but it was clear that Adeline was beyond reason at the moment.

I made my way over to her, pushing through the crowd. "Adeline," I called gently as I approached. Her gaze lifted, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes before she seemed to deflate even further.

"Hey," I said softly, crouching beside her. "It's alright. Let's get you out of here."

She swayed slightly as she tried to stand, and I caught her gently. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, her words slurred. "I just... needed to talk to you."

"I know," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and reassuring. "Let's get you home. I'll take care of you."

With one arm around her for support, I guided her to my car. Adeline leaned against me, her presence both comforting and worrying. As we drove to the motel, I kept glancing at her, my concern growing with every mile.

When we finally arrived at the motel, I helped her inside, my heart heavy with worry. I guided her to her room and helped her onto the bed. She was quiet, her eyes unfocused, and I could see how much she was struggling.

"Just lay down and rest," I said softly, pulling the covers up around her. She looked up at me, a trace of desperation in her eyes. "Please, stay with me," she pleaded.

I hesitated for a moment, but her vulnerability was palpable, and my instincts urged me to be there for her. I nodded and settled down beside her, trying to make her as comfortable as possible.

As she drifted into sleep, her body gradually relaxed and her breathing steadied. I remained still, my senses heightened, alert to any sign of discomfort or distress. I could feel her warmth and the faint scent of her—a mix of the bar's atmosphere and her own unique fragrance.

As she slept, she turned towards me and nestled closer, her head resting on my chest. Her arms wrapped around me in a way that was both endearing and intimate. I could feel her soft breaths against my skin, and despite the situation, a sense of pride and fulfillment surged through me. My wolf was elated that his mate sought comfort in him, a reminder of the deep connection we shared.

Yet, as I lay there, my mind was still troubled. The sight of her drinking so heavily and the possibility that she might be struggling with our bond made me uneasy. I worried that her actions were driven by the stress of our connection rather than genuine feelings for me.

I stroked her hair gently, my thoughts a turbulent mix of pride and concern. My wolf was fiercely protective of her, but the uncertainty about her feelings and the bond between us weighed heavily on my mind. I needed to understand more about what she was going through, to reassure her and myself that our bond was something she truly wanted, not something driven by fear or confusion.

As the night wore on, I remained by her side, keeping vigil over my mate. I hoped that with time, we could both find clarity and strength in our bond. For now, I was just grateful for this moment of closeness, hoping that in time, it would help bridge the gaps of uncertainty and bring us closer together.