The Only Alpha Luna

The Diary

"I'm here, I'm here." Tom mutters in my hair after he's picked me up from the stairs. I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting him to ever let me go. Tom nuzzles his face into my neck. Through the silent tears that are in front of my eyes I see him leave the luggage behind in front of the door. Maybe, I got him to stay. Maybe I didn't lose him. Maybe, it was a test, one where he found out all of my insecurities.

Tom set me down on the bed, and then sat down next to me. Placing me in his lap, nuzzling my neck. He sat there saying "sh," the whole time. I have no idea how long it was before I stopped crying, yet I enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms. I didn't want to move, and as soon as I had stopped crying Tom stopped speaking. We just sat there in each other's arms not wanting the other to let go. It hit me then that this was day two from our agreement, and if he didn't convince me he was the one in the next 24hrs or so I would never allow myself to be with him.

I have some news. Harry mind linked with me and spoke. I knew that it was an immediate situation since he could usually wait until I came downstairs of my own accord. I sighed knowing all too well that the feeling of Tom's arms wouldn't always be there.

I'll be there in a minute. I untangled myself from Tom's arms and left his lap. Walking over to the window that had a window seat beneath it. To anyone who didn't know about the secret compartment it would look as though the seat itself didn't lift. That would be where they were wrong, touching the center star within a star that looked as though it was the center decoration the latch released. Allowing my other hand and arm to lift the seat portion up it revealed the inside of a chest. I reached to the farthest right back corner and lifted the first book from the stack. Closing and relatching the compartment as I left. Trusting Tom, yet not trusting him enough to hand him the key to each and everyone of my scrapbooks which held all the embarrassing photos.

"This book contains, my deepest and darkest desires, and fears. Holds my emotions, and keep tracks of each and everyone of the events that I felt were important or influential in my life." I looked at the book that I hadn't touched since I was 18 (two years ago) wondering exactly how much I was sharing with him. "If you truly feel that every mate deserves a chance, a clean slate. Than this will not phase, you or deteriorate your love or passion for me. Yet, I believe that this will prove to you more than anything else how I'm not right for you." I mutter weakly handing him the book. The book that I was pretty sure would always prevent a man from loving me.

"All I have to do is read this book, and it will prove my love to you?" It was a question that I could tell was filled with disbelief but more than that was convinced distrust.

"Yes, all you have to do is read the diary, be here when I get back dressed in a tux, and I'll know that you've decided to spend the rest of your life with me." Knowing that the rest was up to him I left him on the bed with the book in his lap. From now on what happened between the two of us was up to him. He would decide whether or not this mating process, or being mates was even an option after reading the diary. After reading each and everyone of the pages filled with thoughts and emotions.