His Luna, Their Alpha

19. It's My Birthday

I sat on my bed staring at the clothes I had strewn across the floor. My hair curled and make up complete, still, I wasn't ready. I was back in Timber and today was my eighteenth birthday. Tomorrow I would be alpha of Timber, and soon following, the Luna of Broken Timber. The idea felt so foreign in my mind but I loved every aspect of it, despite the alpha side of me. Instinct to be with my mate took over any other to lead a pack as their alpha.

My dad, Grace and Violet had left latter that last night. The one after my temporary heat and we spoke about merging the packs. That was on Monday and today was now Friday. The past few days Erik and I had mainly spent watching over training sessions or making out. As bad as it seems, it is so difficult for me to resist his touch. My wolf instantly submits to his call and I melt beneath his caress. Good thing for me, I have the same effect on him. The last few days I had with Erik had passed too quickly.

The real struggle is not being able to go any further than touching and teasing. On Wednesday, I went through another temporary heat but some more of Sarah's special medicine and Erik sent the fires to bed. My real worry was when my normal heat was going to resurface. I was praying for it to hold out until tomorrow night when Erik would be all mine and I, his.

I looked from the floor as a knock sounded on my door. Erik stepped in, his dress shirt stretching over his muscles and the air thick with his scent. I was practically salivating at the sight. Last night he had gone back to Broken Hill. Official pack business, but I was finally near him again.

"Are you having a bit a trouble?" He asked lightly, referring to the clothes on the ground. I glanced back down at the dresses and shoes and let out an exasperated breath. His chuckle was close to my ear, a slight warning before his arms were around me. "Happy Birthday," he whispered against my neck, kissing my mark before he looked at my face again.

"It is now that you're here," I answered softly. I rolled my eyes at my corny remark but he didn't seem to mind. I returned my focus to finding an outfit. Erik spoke again.

"Is it that difficult to figure out what to wear?" I turned around and raised an eyebrow. He didn't actually just ask that question. Did he? '

"Seriously? Is that even a conversation we need to have?" He smiled at me, shaking his head but simply walked around my shocked figure and began to sift through the piles of cloth. He stopped for a second, bent down and picked up something. I couldn't quite see it until her turned and I recognized the lacy black fabric.

Erik had picked up one of my favorite dresses, actually and he would like it too. It was short. Almost too short. The black fabric hugged my figure and accentuated the few curves I possessed. Honestly, I looked hot in that dress, especially paired with black stilettoes.

I quickly grabbed the dress from his hands and rushed into my closet to change. I closed the door behind me, flipping on the light in the process and turning towards the mirror. I quickly exchanged my large tee for the skimpy dress and my dirty socks for heels. Underneath, I wore a perfect black lace bra along with matching under ware. Those would be my little secret.

The woman standing in the mirror was not me. She was too mature, too tall, too curvy. But she followed all of my movements and she walked away whenever I did.

I stood at the door of my closet, almost scared to come out. My hands moved themselves and in seconds I was stepping out of the small room. Erik still stood there but his mouth fell open slightly and his eyes shifted dangerously between green and black. I took another step before two hands met my waist and his lips met mine. His kiss was aggressive but I savored every bit of his touch.