Imperious.

Part XXIII: Emilia

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Author's Note: Please vote and comment, it helps. I accidentally posted the chapter early and then unpublished it because I wanted to continue the consistent Friday updates, maybe I'll change it to Wednesdays. I'm not sure yet. Enjoy.

Pages: 88 - 94

E M I L I A - 

Two Weeks Later-

Finally, the meetings with all the other Alpha's has been set up and is ready. We won't be meeting up in some secret cave where no one can hear us; instead, this will be very public and very interesting, since I have a lot to say and Tom will be present, not as an escort as other Alpha's will have the mates titled, but as an Alpha, their equal.

Jace did exceptionally well with finding a date that works for everyone and organizing the place and time, and it wasn't easy. Alpha's aren't well known for compromising but for getting their own way, but somehow Jace made today happen.

"You're nervous." I state as Tom stops at a red light.

It's so weird to be sitting in the passenger seat, since I'm used to driving with my Jamie in the passenger seat but Tom's driving, I'm in the passenger seat, and Jamie and Jace take up the back three seats in the Range Rover.

"Is it that noticeable?" Tom asks, his mouth turning up in a small smile, making me laugh quietly.

"You're gripping the steering wheel hard, you have that cute little scowl on your face and you voice is gruff. It is that noticeable." I say before putting my hand on his thigh and rubbing it soothingly.

"Emilia, don't do that." Tom growls warningly, making me jump in my seat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything wrong." I say quietly, feeling turned on by his sudden Alpha-like behavior.

"You didn't do anything wrong; it's just not the right time to rub my thigh." Tom says, his voice much softer as he breathes in and out calmly.

Looking down at his pants, his member seems to stare right back at me, straining against his pants.

Looking up at his clenched jaw, I shake my head in disbelief, "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"I know." Tom says in a restrained voice.

Sitting back in my seat, I gaze at his prominent, bulging, boner and bite my lip in amazement. All I did was rub his thigh soothingly for no more than a mere three seconds at most.

"How long until we've reached?" Jamie asks. I look at Jace, who looks at Tom.

"Uh, I'm not exactly sure; I think we have like twenty-seven to thirty-three minutes though." Tom says unsurely.

The meeting's supposed to take place in an old diner. The diner, of course, will be closed for the day, but it'll be out in the open just for us and a carnival will be taking place right across the street, making it very hard for even a werewolf to hear us without being there.

There are five Alpha's in the United States: There's Alpha Alessandra, who's twenty-nine years old. Alessandra and her mate named Joshua are expecting their first pup, their pack's heir. Alessandra actually visited me when my mother died and gave me some advice on how to lead, how important it is not to show signs of weakness, etc. We talk maybe every two weeks for an hour or two before duty calls, and she's the only Alpha who knows about the big changes I've made in the pack. Alpha Christina is twenty-five years old and doesn't have a mate, but she is known for her cruelness. Alpha Xandra is twenty-three years old, and very much known for her war against an Alpha in the UK over her mate Adrian. Lastly there is Alpha Rosalie, who's thirty years old and had a mate named Declan; unfortunately he died in a war a few years ago right after the birthing of their second child Annalise.