Rogue Squad

You Said What Now?!?!

After falling asleep in Greyson's arms, it took so much effort to finally force myself to get up and leave. His skin against my own was so warm and inviting. My wolf was so content she was practically purring. My attraction to that boy is uncanny. With a single look in my direction, my insides swell with pleasure. I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face.

As I turn the door knob to my suite, a small yet high-pitched sound creaks slowly around me. I flinch a bit at the noise, hoping not to wake my mother up. I don't know what she would say if she saw me coming back this late.

Once I step into the room, my attention is immediately drawn to a few unusual things. One, all the lights are on and two my mom is asleep, but not in her room. She is sitting on my couch, back fully erect, as if she has been waiting for something for so long she fell asleep.

What the hell, I think to myself, it's close to two in the morning, what is she doing out here and not in bed?

My eyes widen in realization. Oh god, please don't tell me she was waiting on me... Here I was having fun with Greyson while mom sat here all alone. I feel my heart fill with guilt. I'm the only thing she has left and I did this to her.

I close the door behind me, ignoring the squeaks it makes before it finally shuts. Making my way over to the couch I watch my Mom closely. Her light breaths match the rise and fall of her chest. Her strawberry blonde hair falls messily over her forehead. As much as she has been through, my mom is still able to keep her looks in tact. She is a beautiful woman, I wish I got those genes when I was born, but sadly, I don't resemble her in the least.

I sink onto the couch next to her. The slight dip in the seat causes Mom's body to flop over in my direction. I steady her flimsy self in my hands as she releases a slight moan. Her arms begin to twitch to life and I hear her stifle a small yawn.

Her eyes open slowly and greet mine. Immediately she sits up, "Oh my, what time is it?" she asks, straightening her hair. She brushes her bangs out of her face and brushes some wrinkles from her clothes.

I give her a sheepish smile, "Around two a.m." I admit timidly.

Here we go...

Her eyes open wide in shock, "Lucia, are you just getting back now? What the hell could you be doing until two in the morning? Is this because of your missions? You shouldn't be up so late! One of these days you are going to give yourself a heart attack with all the work you do for that little group." She scolds me.

I laugh, "Mom you don't need to worry. I can handle myself. And I certainly won't be dying of a heart attack, I'm a werewolf just like you. A heart attack is the least of my worries." My eyes trail away from her's as I glance down at my hands. I noticed I'm nervously fiddling with my thumbs as I add, "But if you really want to know, I was out so late because I was with the guy I've been crushing on."

I glance up to see a smile creeping onto her face. "You were with him tonight? That's splendid. I knew things were going well for you two. I heard the news and I'm so happy to know that in a couple of weeks you two will be mated!"

My jaw drops, "Wait. What are you talking about? Me? Being mated in a couple of weeks?"

She gives me the strangest look. As if she is confused by my response, but I literally have no idea what the hell she is talking about. How could I be mated in a few weeks, Greyson hasn't mentioned anything about mating with me?

"Oh he didn't tell you sweety? He talked to the Alpha yesterday, and the Alpha agreed to the mating pair! You're ceremony will be happening so soon!" She exclaims excitedly.

My heart pounds a million miles in my chest as my wolf jumps around in glory. My head immediately flings to the idea that Greyson and I will be mates. An image of us standing on the stage and saying our vows to one another, then heading back to our own suite together. In just a couple more months I am sure to be pregnant with his child. A joyful shiver flows through my body as I picture Greyson cradling our child in his large, protective arms.