Werewolf Lovers

Chapter 5 - The Suggestion

Hannah's POV.

I giggle at the scene I just made. The Alpha thinks that he is the highest ranking wolf? No way! My family is the Royals. To us, Alphas are just regular wolves.

But...they don't know what happened in my past. My family was killed. But I'll tell you about that later, when I get time. Right now, I have to worry about keeping my past a secret.

"Little one?" my mate calls out. My gaze snaps towards him instantly.

"Yes?" I answer.

"Will you come back to my pack with me? I'll take care of you. I promise. Plus, it would be better if you had me around to help you out until your leg heals."

"Okay. But...does that mean I have to stay with you for the rest of my life?" He closes his eyes and inhails a sharp breath before exhailing slowly. His eyes open to stare at me as he sighs.

"No," he finally replies.

"Oh." I look at my lap. "I thought I would be able to live with my mate after everything. I was wrong." Tears slip from my eyes. The Alpha tenses, and Shawn bites his lip harshly, trying to figure out what to do.

"Baby, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean that you weren't allowed to live with me, I just..." Shawn stutters. I look up at him expectantly.

"What my Beta is trying to say is that he doesn't want to force you to come to our pack against your will. Even though you are his mate and the pack's Female Beta," Alpha Samuel cuts in. I look at him for a minute, then focus my attention back on my mate. He nods.

"It's true," he speaks, breaking the silence.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Come to my place and help me pack!" I cheer excitingly.

I tug Shawn into a hug. As my head lays on top of his, his face hits my chest. My fingers stroke through his soft hair, and my lips press firm kisses on the back of his head. The Alpha leaves us alone, and he gives us the excuse of having tons of pack work to do.😒 Right, Alpha. Riiiight.

"Please don't tease me like this again," Shawn mumbles, kissing my neck repeatedly.

"What, this?" I ask as I lightly pushed my lower body against his three, slow, and painful times that it even has me wanting more. Shawn groans huskily, and he growls in a low, possessive manner.

"I can't take this," he pants heavily.

"Who's my big, bad boy now, hmm?" I tease.

"Please, stop," he pants heavier. I do it once more before he grips my hips and throws me on the couch. He crawls on top of me, and he pins me down.

"I told you to stop now didn't I?" Shawn growls lowly. I gulp hard at his sudden change. First I was in control of him, and now he is controlling me.