Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Thirty-six

Charlotte's POV.

Never before had I woken up feeling so happy, so peacefull, in what seemed like forever to have woken up in bed, our bed, with Jameson clinging to me as if his life depended on it.

I was laying on my back on my side of the bed, nothing special, but Jameson however had his arms wrapped around my stomach as he lay half ontop of me with his legs threaded though mine and his head resting on my chest.

I didnt mind, I was happy to be like this with him after so long apart but it was a little hot with him wrapped around me like a vine and the thick blankets thrown over us.

Unconciously, I lifted my free hand and ran my fingers through Jamesons dreadlocks, brushing them aside to see his peacefully sleeping face and notice the way his eye lids were twitching... he must've been having a dream...

I smiled as I continued to run my hand through his hair, without him waking at my touch and so calm... it soon made me frown at the reason why we never were able to wake up like this before.

Because of Darius, Markus and this war... it was taking a toll on not only us but who knew what the pack had been going through...

I felt bad now, I was meant to be their luna, I was supposed to be there by Jamesons side and there to comfort and help not only him but our pack also...

But here I was, unable to walk anywhere on my own and never having even socialized with the pack and this whole war was happening because of me...

"I hate it when you make that face" Jamesons gravelly voice croaked, thick with sleep as he kept his head on my chest but craned his neck to look up at me.

I realised that I had stopped combing my fingers through his hair during my train of though and that must've been what had woken him.

I didn't know what to say, my mind still clouded by how much of a dissapointment of a luna I was.

"Come on, tell me whats wrong" Jameson pressed, lifting his head and laying beside me with his head now propped up by his arm so he could look down at me.

"I'm a terrible Luna" I stated, looking up at him and seeing the dissapointing look come across his face.

"You've said this before" His voice low as he looked me in the eye, his hand splayed out flat over my stomach while his legs remained tangled with mine.

"I know, but its true. I've never even met any other pack members besides Jackson and Kelli, this whole war is because of me and who knows what the pack thinks of me for it... I've been too caught up in being irresponsible that I haven't focused on being a good luna..." I sighed, placing my hand over his as he stroked his thumb over my midriff from where the shirt had risen as I slept.

"Charlie, none of this is your fault, you cant keep stressing over this war because I'll handle it all and if you want to meet the pack then thats what we'll do" He said strongly, lifting my hand and kissing my palm as a promise.

"But this war"- Jameson cut off my reaction quickly.

"No, I've told you that I dont want you worrying about anything to do with the war or Markus. I'll deal with it and that pup. The pack however, you can worry about all you want. If you want to go and meet some of them then you can" He repeated but that first part, with the lethal tone he used, it had sent shivers down my spine and made me understand that he was dead serious about dealing with Markus when he got the chance.

"What can we do?" I asked then, trying to steer away from the subject of the war and Markus.

"I dont know, whatever you want, a gathering? A dinner of some sort? Like I said, whatever you want" He beamed, kissing my hand again and then leaning down to kiss my lips ever so softly.

"A dinner sounds good, like a barbecue?" I giggled when he began to pepper kisses down my neck and inbetween my breasts, pulling the already low collar of my oversized shirt even lower as he went.

"Its not exactly barbecue weather but we can figure something out, and who knows, maybe you'll get to meet my parents" The last part made me stop, grab his shoulders and pull him up so I could look at him in the eyes.

"Your parents?" I repeated, a little shocked and confused.

"Well, yeah. Eversince I took over leading this pack of rogues from my Father, he and my mother left to travel abroad. They've been overseas for the past five years but they occaisionally call and send photos" he shrugged, looking a little confused by my reaction.

"Your parents... do they know about me? About us? About the war?" I rushed out, having Jameson silence me by kissing me hungrily and passionately for a moment.

Stunned and thoroughly silenced, he pulled away all too soon.

"Yes, yes and no. They know I've found my mate, Ive told them a little about you but I haven't mentioned anything about the war to them, if I did, they'd come running back and bombard us both with a million questions and make a bigger deal about this than they should" He answered so confidently that it amazed me to have him as a mate.

"How come you never mentioned your parents to me before?" I questioned quietly, still a little confused that he actually had parents...

He looked at me then, a sad look in his eyes as he brushed my hair behind my ear tenderly "Honestly... after everything thats happened with your parents... I didn't think it was the right moment to start talking about mine"

I frowned a little but respected how he had taken my feelings into consideration. "You know how I feel about my parents Jameson. My own mother never loved me and neither did my father, infact he's currently trying to kill me. I don't feel anything for them so I dont see why you should be worried about my feelings for them" I said defensively but Jameson only sighed.

"Try seeing this from my point of view Charlie, I didn't want to offend you by bringing up conversation about my parents when your struggling with your own. I've told you a thousand times before and I'll tell you a thousand times more, you don't need to worry about your father anymore because I will never, ever, let him hurt you again" he growled so lowly that I felt the vibrations in his chest.

"You won't need to worry about my mother either, she's gone..." I trailed off, thinking that now was a better time than any to let him know.

"Gone? Charlie I'm so sorry..." he began to sympathize but I hurriedly stopped him.

"No, no, its fine, I'm just glad she's away from him" I snarled, "But yeah, she was never really a mother to me, just the woman who fucked up alot of things for me"

"In a way though, if it weren't for her, you and I probably might not be here right now..." He whispered sadly, looking me in the eyes so intensely that I quickly looked away.

If it werent for her...

I had never admitted ever loving her but now that she was gone, having been taken out of this world in such a horrible way by the very thing that she had loved more than her own daughter... it was sad to think about it...

In a way... there was a small part of me that loved her I guess... underneath all those years of abuse and layers of neglect, there was something there with her name carved into it.