-Louis
(L)
(H)
-Bernard Baruch
-"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter, don't mind."
-Frank?
-Frank who?
-Zappa
-"So many books, so little time."
-How about Maya Angelou?
-Really babe? Harder.
-Now that I think of it, harder is something you would say innit?
I flush at the text, remembering exactly my saying of those words. How can mindless quoting become so sexual?
Since Harry and I mated two days prior, I feel constant giddiness. The one thing that I yearned for, I now have; my mate. Not only that, but a proud mother.
I found myself face to face with my mum those two days ago, she couldn't stop crying. She hugged me, crushing me against her body while she sobbed out. 'My baby, all grown up!'
Needless to say, I was embarrassed at that, knowing that Harry was just upstairs. After the initial shock, my mother's protective facade kicked in and she span me in circles repeatedly asking me if I was okay.
And I was. Harry was gentle, sweet, and calm. Being that close to him was utterly blissful.
When I rolled over onto my belly, a wave of nostalgia hit me hard as his scent was profound on my bedsheets, though thoroughly washed.
-Oh hush.
-Oh baby, don't be like that. I was kidding.
-Have you forgotten what happened the last time you kid with me dear Alpha?
It takes a few minutes for him to reply. But, when he did I heard the very familiar tweet of a bird. I fumbled quickly for my phone, almost having it fall to my face.
-Oh Lou, I regret nothing.
In the middle of replying he messages me again.
-I miss the scent of your heat, can't wait for next month now.
I flush a deep crimson as my mouth dries, but I'm brimming with joy. A stupid wide smile plastered on my face as I type a reply.
-Just a few more weeks for that. Maybe you should come over?
My thumb hovers over the 'Send' button, thinking twice before I actually pressed the flat screen, delivering the message.
-As tempting as that might sound baby, I actually had other plans for us this evening.
-Oh?
I couldn't hide the disappointment in the message. It was undoubtedly obvious.
-Your now my Omega, as any proper Alpha would, I'd like for you to meet my family.
I ruffled my brows at the text, not infallible of the idea.
-I'm not sure I am prepared for that.
-Do you know what you just did there?
-No..
-You defied me Louis.
Oh my, is he upset? A mercurial mood change if so. My heart is thumping, unease replacing desire.
Before I got the chance to reply, Harry's message lights up the screen.
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Waiting to Exhale [Larry S. Alpha/Omega Dynamics]
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