A/N: another Alessio POV, guys...!:) don't yall just love him?!?:);) I know I do!:);) I just love him to bits.....:);)
I'm thinking that I'll try to make the chapters parallel, as in each POV have the same amount of chapters- does that make sense?!?;) like, Luna has 4, Alessio has four, so on and so forth... What do y'all think?!?:) lemme know...:)Alessio's POV
"Absolutely!" My sister clapped her hands together with a squeal as my Mate slowly walked out of the dressing room, arms hugging herself. She was still nervous about her body, a fact that I would rectify as soon as I had the chance to get her alone and naked.
Wait... What...?!? My Wolf...! Of course...! 'Who else would it be, stupid?!?' Rolling my eyes, I crossed the short distance between Luna and I as a small smile played on my lips. My Wolf was going to have to learn to control himself- and nothing did that like being around her- our Mate.
"Luna..." My voice was soft yet rough as I gripped her hips and tugged her against me, fingers bunching the soft material of the shirt she was trying on. "How many times must I tell you," I growled, not able to help the natural, authoritative Alfa tone, "how beautiful you are to me?!? Why are you so nervous and uncomfortable with your body, little one?!?"
She didn't answer immediately, let alone at all, and my mind wandered to the worst possible thing. Crushing her into my arms with an angry, possessive growl, I managed to keep my hold on her gentle as I tipped her chin so her blue-gray eyes met mine. "Did your family abuse you?!?"
"What?!? No, Alex, they did not- they loved me, up until Lance died... Why would you ask such a thing- how dare you ask such a thing! You don't even know me!" Her voice rose in a mixture of emotions that flashed behind those captivating eyes of hers. She was angry for one- I would be, too- sad for another- another thing I'd feel- and lastly, she was lonely and desperate. Combine those four emotions, and it's not good...
"Luna," I whispered, dropping my face to hers as I brushed my lips across hers, "I'm sorry, little one- truly, I am... But you're just so uncomfortable with your body, and mine, and don't even take compliments very well that I just jumped to conclusions- that's what normally happens in books, anyway, is abuse... I just wondered, and then you didn't answer, and it scared the hell out of me." My lips landed lightly on hers for another beat as I breathed her in, slowly starting to calm down.
"Luna, you are my Mate, and I will do anything at all to make sure you smile everyday, to make you feel cherished, to remind you how beautiful you are- and oh, how beautiful you are to me. You are innocent and pure and lovely, feisty and badass and complicated- but that's what makes you you, that's what makes you beautiful." Cupping her cheek, I sucked in a breath as her eyes met mine. "You are mine, and I will remind you of that simple fact each and every day, when I am the first thing you see when you open your eyes, and when you close them." Smiling with a playful roll of my eyes, I kept her tight in my arms. "Believe me or not, little one... I know we haven't known each other long at all, but we're Mate's- we have forever together!"
Sucking in a breath, I realized that she hadn't had anything to say since my rant- whether she didn't have anything to say, or because she couldn't get a word in edge-wise. Finally, she did speak, and her words stopped me in my tracks. "Girls my age have always been called sexy and had guys falling all over them. That wasn't me- I was quiet, and nervous around boys. Not because they'd done or said anything, but just because they never had... I've never been called sexy, or had a serious relationship, or even had anybody tell me that I was beautiful... It wasn't what was said- nobody ever picked on me or anything, they pretty much just ignored me- it was what wasn't said..."
She flashed a small smile and took my hand, leading me over to a chair. After we sat down and got comfortable, she continued: "I guess you could say that just because I was never called beautiful that I thought of myself as ugly... I've never been picked on at school, or talked about behind my back, or anything like that- but I've never been called beautiful or anything like that, either..." She giggled as my eyes flashed angrily- nobody had ever even told her that she was beautiful?!?- and placed a gentle hand on my chest. "Does any of that make sense? Am I just being dramatic?"
"Hell yes it makes sense!" I couldn't keep the growl out of my voice as the need to have her near me overwhelmed me, my body moving on instinct to tuck her into my lap. "Nobody ever told you that you were beautiful, so you began to think that you were ugly... Nobody ever told you that you were sexy, so you began to think of yourself as a prude... No guy ever asked you out, so you began to think that you weren't worth the time or title of being called 'girlfriend'- that you were the problem..." Slowly calming down again as I inhaled her sweet scent, I took a deep breath and continued: "You are beautiful, and you are sexy, and you are worthy of being called 'girlfriend'- hell, you're worthy of being called 'Mate'- MY Mate! So get used to it..."
"Thank you, Alessio." Her voice was soft as she threaded her fingers into my hair, eyes meeting mine from beneath her lowered lashes. Lightly kissing me, a grin played on her face as she pulled out of my lap and stood, hauling me up beside her with surprising strength. "Now, let's get some more clothes!"
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Mhm, my little one, I'll do anything to keep that grin on your face...
As she pranced back out of the dressing room with a coquettish smile and sexy sway, my mouth dropped open. Except buy that...! My Mate wore a gold dress made of stretchy polyester and fake sequins, the 3/4 sleeves quite possibly the only thing holding that dress on her tight little body. The front covered pretty nicely, I was both glad and sad to note... She twirled in her bare feet so that her bare back flashed, the dress scooping low along her curves. Absolutely not...!
"Alex...?!? Are you okay?!?" Hurriedly walking over to me, a frown marred her beautiful face as she stopped in front of me and snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Allleeexx," she sing-songed, rising on tiptoes, as our eyes met. "You don't like it, do you?!?"
"No," I growled through gritted teeth, "I don't, Luna..." Then, an idea popped into my head- I saw the opportunity, and I went for it! Tugging her against me, I smirked and dropped my head to the curve of her neck. "There is too, too, too little material," I murmured huskily, following the path from her shoulder to her lower back, "from here," my hand lowered to the curve of her ass, "to here." Squeezing her flush against me, I made sure she felt the rising need within me- the physical, as well as the instinctual. "My Wolf is already going crazy, little one, and if you dress like that- well, let's just say that he wouldn't be the only one to go crazy..."
Her face fell as she tried and failed to loosen my arms, brow raising as I flashed a heated look down at her. "As nice as it is, little one, I will not have you going out in public dressed in such a way... And that's final.!"
Her lips formed a pout, which I wished for nothing more than to nibble on, as her eyes filled with tears on cue. "But, Allleeexxx....."
"But nothing.... No, Luna- you can forget about the dress!"
Although, the more I watched her move in it, the more it grew on me. She wanted it, it would make her happy, why the hell not...?!? To buy the dress, or not to buy the dress- that is the question...?!?
Then my Wolf was kind enough- horny as hell enough- to picture us as we took that same dress off of her, our Mate, and left it in a mess on the bedroom floor. Mhhhmmm, absolutely!
A/N: question: is Luna being way too dramatic about the whole "were you abused" thing? Because I'm not sure... For one, she speaks the truth because she was not abused, or even bullied at school... But then again, nobody ever told her how much she meant to them- how beautiful or anything she was... Sooo, what do y'all think?!?
Aren't y'all proud?!? What is this- 2 updates in 2 days?!?:):)

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Werewolf♡♡♡ #405 - Werewolf #30 - Italy #331 - Mate #66 - Rogue ♡♡♡ Alessio "Italian Stallion" Ercolani is the 25 year old Alfa (Alpha) of the Ridere Lupo Pack (laughing wolf) in Italy. He is strong and stubborn, used to getting what he wants, but has a sec...