The Alpha's Done. Rucas Fanfiction.

Chapter 6. Lemon Bars.

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Chapter 6 - Lemon Bars
Lucas' Point of View
Content Warning: Language
Chapter Song: Craving You by Thomas Rhett ft. Maren Morris
Chapter Quote: "By constant self discipline and self control you can develop greatness of character." - Greenville Kleise
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Riley is everywhere.

Her scent is constantly surrounding me. The sound of her smooth, delicate voice is basically whistling through the wind, shaking the trees as I'm walking towards the twenty-four hour hardware store. The only thing that sucks about this entire situation; my precious mate isn't here. I'm not actually hearing her voice, and the lingering scent is simply from me being attached to her since the moment we made eye contact today.

Strawberries had soaked into the very fibers of my shirt. Not that I cared in the slightest, once I'm done replacing the locks, Riley's scent will definitely help me sleep. My lips curled at the memory of feeding my mate, and how much she fought it before she relented and ate. Her small pouty bites formed into carnivorous ones after a few moments, which made my mate all the more adorable. And my thank you was a kiss - on the cheek, but damn if that wasn't the best feeling in the world. Pride continually surged through me from my wolf, we took care of our mate. Not only did we feed her but she sought comfort in us. The skin in the crook of my neck is still on fire from where she had basically burrowed herself.

Now only one block away from the store, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Unsuccessfully, my mind began to recall how angelic she looked when I laid her down in bed after she'd fallen asleep. The way her dark waves were sprawled out on the white sheets, and the small pout her lips formed. My heart clenched knowing that my precious little doll was mated, eternally, to someone like me. It absolutely wasn't fair to her, but more than fair to me. Maybe this was the Moon Goddess' way of asking for forgiveness.

As if to say, 'sorry I made you wait so long but, look how perfect she is. You see how well she molds into your body? Do you feel how perfect your hands fit together? She's yours. God lent me an Angel, and now she's yours.'

Luckily my pansy ass thoughts were put to the backburner. The ding from the swinging door lulled me out of my mind and brought me to the present. I'm here to get my mate a new set of locks, her safety is my top priority and I'll be damned if she's going to be staying there every night with locks that my pack pups could break through. I'm proud of my little mate for being so self-sufficient, but that doesn't mean I have to like where she's staying.

Absentmindedly looking at the different options, I begin to remember the conversation she had with - who I assume to be - the landlord. Gabriel's fur bristles at the memory. Where would she go if she had to leave? Would she have to leave town? Surely not, her business was here. But not knowing where my mate was going to be living was not okay with me in the slightest. It also didn't set well when the idea of giving her money began to float around in my mind, it would only serve to upset her. My mate was a lot of things, perfect being the summation of them all but I had a feeling her pride might take a hit if I were to do that.

Making a mental note to get in contact with said man, I lift up the most expensive set they have and study it carefully. One lock on the door knob, and two deadbolts, one of the deadbolts isn't even visible on the outside of the door. I take two steps towards the counter with the item in my hand before retreating and grabbing a door chain for extra measure.

The shop was eerily silent, which isn't too surprising whenever it is eleven o'clock at night but even as a wolf I should be able to hear something. There's no one at the register, and even after waiting it out for a few minutes and all of my patience had dissipated, not even the me dinging the bell brings an employee to the front. "HELLO!" I yell before maneuvering around the counter towards the 'employees only' door. Pushing the door open, my feet come to an abrupt halt.