I fell asleep in Hunter's arms, loving the comfort and warmth he brought me. When I woke up, I was in Hunter's bed. He was nowhere to be found. By looking at the clock, it was already 6 pm. I got out of bed and walked around our room. Axe was asleep in his bed, which I assume Hunter bought.
I walked into the closet and looked at the clothes. What I found was weird was all of the clothes were my size, even bra and underwear size. I heard the door open, as Hunter walked in the room.
"Brooklyn?", I heard him call.
"In here", I responded, still trying to figure out how he got this information. He walked in the closet and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
"Like what you see", I grabbed his arms, surprised how low they were.
"How did you get my underwear size?", my voice was laced in fear for his answer.
"Don't worry. I didn't look at the ones on you." when he answered my question, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. He told me how he asked my old alpha for all my sizes. He spun me around and pressed me up against him.
It didn't take me very long to realize what he was doing. I shook my head "no" and lowered my head. He picked my head back up and kissed my forehead.
"Hey. Why don't you come to my last meeting with me?", he asked, "You'll have to change though."
He smirked as I scoffed. I nodded my head and crossed my arms across my chest. I started going through the clothes, trying to find something to wear.
He pulled my hand away and turned me around, "How about I pick your outfit while you do your hair?"
I nodded and ran to the bathroom and began brushing through my hair. When I finished brushing through my hair, I quickly french braided a side braid. As I walked out of the bathroom, Hunter approached me with an over-sized sweater and ripped jeans. I grabbed the clothes and rushed back into the bathroom to change.
When I walked out of the bathroom, his face lit up. One of the holes on the jeans was very high up on my thigh, so I was so self-conscious about this hole that I covered it with my hand.
"What is your hand covering?", he asked, smirking.
I explained why my hand is covering a hole in my jeans. Hunter removed my hand from my thigh, revealing the skin underneath.
"Don't be self-conscious about yourself. You are beautiful", he said, making me blush.
"Let's go", Hunter said, grabbing my hand. Once we got to the ground floor, we walked to what looked like a conference room.
Hunter sat me down next to him. He introduced me to their beta, third, and pack general. They began talking about pack stuff, like the pack's army, current protection, and if there have been any trace of intruders lately.
In the process of the meeting, Hunter placed his hand on my thigh, messing with the hole in my jeans. Once the meeting ended, everyone stood as Hunter and I left. We retreated back to our room to get ready for bed.
I showered and changed into shorts and a tank top. I walked out of the bathroom and curled up on the couch in our room. Hunter sat next to me and pulled me on to his lap.
"What are you doing?", he said, playing with my hair.
I looked at my hands, "I thought I would sleep on the couch."
He picked me up bridal style and I squealed.
"Nope", he said, carrying me over to his bed. He dropped me on his bed and put his hands on either side of me. "No way will I ever let you sleep on the couch", he said, inching closer to my face. He stopped suddenly, "Are you sure you're ready?"
I nodded my head and felt him press his lips against mine. I kissed him back, surprisingly. My lips were no longer virgin. I was happy kissing my amazing mate. He pulled away from me and I was beaming with joy. I pounced on him, pulling him towards me in another kiss. He rolled on top of me and supported his weight with his elbows. My hands were running through his hair and his hands made their way up to my neck.
He pulled away from me and buried his face into my neck, smelling my scent.
"Hey," I said, shaking his shoulder and making him look at me, "I'm tired."
He smirked and got off of me. He turned off the lamplight and crawled into bed behind me.
Edited on: January 30, 2020
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The Fighter and Her Mate
WerewolfBrooklyn is 16 and the only girl on the pack's guard. She was taken in by the packs alpha when her parents died when she was 4. Her only friend was her great dane, Axe, who also works with her on duty. She had never thought about her mate until now...