His Luna, Their Alpha

5. -Broken Hill-

I woke with the sun, like  I do every morning. I was not about to break my routine because I was here. I pulled myself out of bed, and grabbed some workout attire. Running shorts and a sleeveless, cropped cardigan. Needless to say, I was looking pretty cute and my flat tummy was on full display. I silently opened the door and tiptoed down stairs, not allowing my trainers to squeak. 

I was pretty sure I knew the area well enough to go on 10 mile jog. It was at least something. The air outside wrapped me in it's cool arms. I took in a deep breath and jumped off of the porch, inhaling deeply as I began to run. My muscles were quick to heat up and my skin prickled in response to the cool atmosphere.

My shoes hit the earth and the ground was supple beneath my feet. The air smelt like soil and morning dew. I was in heaven. My wolf was practically purring with delight, even if I wasn't in wolf form.

Again, my mind drifted. My dad had practically kicked me out of my own pack. My mates's mother was in on the whole ordeal and I wasn't even sure how my mate felt about this whole scenario. I know that he has a bit an anger issue, but what alpha doesn't?

Wait, did I actually just refer to him as my mate? I am so confused. I want to be his. There's a part of me that wants to be his Luna, for him to mark me and to call me his. To touch me, ans hold me and kiss me. Then there's another part of me that is an Alpha. That part wants me to despise him and push him away. It's getting a lot harder to listen to that side, while the other is pulling me towards Erik.

Then again, I'm still here, and not with my pack. In all honesty, I'm pretty upset about that. But I am pretty sure Erik just wants me to be happy. I hope. Gosh, Kass, you are getting all upset about a guy. What is your problem? I shook my head and finally focused back on my surroundings. 

I was back at the pack house, already. It was light outside and there were a few anonymous wolves meandering around the yard and in a few going in and out of the house. I quickly made my way to the porch and entered the front door. 

For the first time since I had arrived her, I looked around and examined the house. The foyer was the same as it had always been. I remember when I was a kid, dad would bring me here. The paint, the decor. Everything was the same as I recalled. Which meant the kitchen was down the hall and through the swinging door. 

I closed the door and cleaned my feet on the the front rug. The slightly warmer air inside made my skin prickle from heat. I shivered a bit before walking toward the kitchen. I walked toward the kitchen, and to my surprise, the swinging door was no longer in place. Sarah was strolling around the kitchen and preparing a batch of biscuits. She looked up, sensing me in the doorway.

"Kass!" She exclaims. "You're up early!"

"You as well," I replied, stepping into the kitchen. "Need any help?" I implored. She gave me a look, as if I was crazy.

"Of course not, dear," she sighed. "You are a guest. But you are welcome to keep me company!" Sarah was always so cheery. I laughed at her reaction and walked over to counter where she was working. We chatted about a few random things and laughed. Then we heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps. I knew who the person was immediately. My heart raced and my breath hitched, as Erik strode into the kitchen.

"Good morning ladies," he greeted. Sarah and I turned to look at the alpha standing in the doorway. My eyes flew to the crude mark, placed expertly on his neck. The bruise stood out against his bare skin, leaving me speechless. Apparently, Sarah noticed it too.

"Erik!" Sarah shouted. My wolf growled and my temper flared, but then, I smelt the air. My alpha senses lit up and I searched the smell for the tail-tail scent of saliva on skin. None. A smirk consumed my face and I strode toward him. His face twisted in confusion and I grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward me. Just to make sure, I straightened up to sniff his neck. I smirked again and moved my lips toward his ear. He physically shivered at my closeness. I liked that I could make him react like this.

"I would be mad," I whispered into his ear. "But that hickey, is just make-up." I pulled back and smirked up at him. "Its cute that you think you need to make me jealous." He smiled down at me and shook his head. 

"You are perceptive, aren't you." I laughed. My hand was still resting on his chest where I held his shirt.

"I have to be," I replied shortly. We just stood there staring at each other. I'm not sure how long it was, but it wasn't long enough. 

"Breakfast is ready," Sarah interrupted. I turned around to see her holding a plate of steaming biscuits. My hand still rested on his chest as I smiled back at Sarah. I felt Erik's warm fingers wrap around my own as I turned back around to look  at Erik.

"You do care..." a smirk was playing on his lips as he said this. I smiled and turned back towards the dining table and Sarah. What was I doing? I quickly pulled my hand away from his and sat down next to Sarah. Hannah bounded into the kitchen, wearing pajama bottoms and a tee. 

"Kass!" She exclaimed. "I had almost forgotten you were here." I laughed at her and took a sip from the glass of orange juice that had materialized in front of me. Probably poured by Sarah. I had zoned out, and focused on the biscuit in my hand. The chatter around me didn't really register and my eyes were focused on a fixed point down the hallway. 

My mind drifted to my conversation with Erik last night. He got so angry and then he ran off. Where? And then this morning, the little 'joke' with the hickey.

"Kassidy," Sarah called to me from my unresponsive state. My head jerked up to look at her. "Are you alright?" I smiled and nodded my head.

"Yea," I answered with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Just a bit spaced out, I guess." I smiled and took another sip of orange juice.

"Well, I for one, am looking forward to our conversation," Erik blurted out. "You know the one we didn't have last night?" I looked at him and laughed.

"Do I have a choice?" I implore, raising my eyebrows and layering on the sarcasm.

"Nope," he announces while pulling away from the table. "Mum, Hannah, I'm afraid I will be stealing Kass away from you all today. If that's okay with her." He looks down at me expectantly. I sigh and push away from the table, taking my dishes over to the sink. I turn and look at Erik.

"Can I at least change my clothes before?" I hadn't thought about my attire for my morning jog until then, and I was pretty sure Erik was enjoying the view a little too much. I was right.

"What's wrong with what you're wearing, love," he teases with a wild smirk on his face. I roll my eyes.

"I am changing," I answer with a sharp glare. "And go wash your neck." He looked a bit confused then caught on pretty quickly. I quickly hurried up to my room. I had no idea what I was going to wear. Why was I nervous about this? 

Oh My Gosh... I was going on a date. And I was nervous. What is happening to me?

--Laken :)

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