Parker's POV
Time. Depending on your opinion time is either a worthless human construct we've created to cope with our powerlessness over the universe, or it is the center of our lives. Three days have passed. I've been sitting in my chair in the hallway outside my bedroom, just waiting for my mate to awaken. Mate. She's so beautiful. I don't even know her name.Daniel, my wolf began to stir with that thought.
Recently, he's seemed so depressed, likely because his mate is unconscious. I can't wait for her to wake up so I can finally touch my mate. Of course, I could touch her now, but I would hate to be one of those spoiled, entitled alphas who think they deserve anything and everything.
As I was thinking, I heard a small noise from the bedroom. Opening the doors, I rush to my mate to see she's awake!
"Are you alright?" I asked, but she completely ignored.
"How long was I asleep?" she inquired.
"Three days." I answered solemnly.
She seemed distracted and, quite frankly, a bit confused.
"Are you my mate?"
"Yes beautiful, I'm all yours."
With that statement she seemed reassured, so I ducked my head under the large canopy to crawl in the bed with her. Holding her right against my chest, I attempted to comfort her nonverbally. The longer we sat there the calmer she became until suddenly I realized she had fallen asleep. A bit dejectedly to be honest, I decided to cook breakfast for when she woke up. Kissing her forehead, I bid her goodbye.
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The Alpha King is My Mate?!
WerewolfHarper is a rouge who ran away from her pack because of something her father did. Parker is the Alpha King, feared by all. What happens when their worlds collide? Disclaimer: This is my first story please don't judge.
