His Mate [COMPLETE]

Chapter 4 - Dinner for Two

I walked behind Dylan to the extravagant restaurant. When we entered the lights were dim and there were a lot of people there, many looked quite wealthy.

"Alpha," the she-wolf hostess greeted us.

"Luna." she smiled hesitantly at me. I didn't really know what to make of it.

Me, the Luna of the most powerful pack in the country? And yet, here I was. Feeling more powerless than ever.

The hostess guided us to the back and opened a door to a small room lit only by candles. There was a table set for two. I must admit, it was the nicest restaurant I'd ever dined at. I'd only ever been inside places like these as a waitress.

Dylan pulled my chair out for me, and I sat down nervously. I couldn't help but wonder what we were going to talk about. We hadn't really had a real conversation yet. It was late, we'd met around 5:00 my time, but it was 8:30 here now.

"May I get you some drinks?" the hostess asked sweetly.

"A water and a bourbon." Dylan requested, turning to me afterwards.

I thanked my lucky stars he had ordered a drink. I needed something to loosen me up for this.

"I'll have a margarita." I told her. I loved me a margarita.

"Of course, I'll be right back with those." she nodded and left us, closing the door behind her.

It was complete silence except for the light background noise of people speaking in the other room, and the quiet piano music. The candles gave the room a luxurious romantic vibe.

"So...." I said quietly, hoping to start some sort of conversation.

"Tell me about you." he instructed me.

I didn't quite know what to say. Did he mean my past? What I liked and didn't? He confused me.

"Well.. I'm 24. I've been working at Perry's since I was 17," I trailed off.

The waitress came back with our drinks, and we ordered. I got chicken, and Dylan ordered a rare steak.

"Quincy. Tell me about you. I want to know everything about my mate." he said in his low husky voice.

I put my margarita to my lips and gulped. Thank god for that warm burning feeling reaching my stomach. I felt myself loosen up a bit.

"I like to paint. I like watching soccer. Um..." I trailed off again. I quickly sipped more of my drink, hoping to be able to relax soon.

"How old are you?" I blurted.

"320." He chuckled. My eyes widened. He didn't look a day over 30. However werewolves aged much slower and lived much longer. Something about his age, all of the knowledge he'd probably acquired in his lifetime, made me feel inferior. 

"Quincy. Open up to me, darling. I want to know the deep stuff." he said lowly. His calm demeanor was so attractive.

By this time I had almost finished my margarita on an empty stomach, and I was definitely feeling it. Tipsy.

"My mom died when I was 13. She was killed by a werewolf, at work." I said, quickly realizing what I'd done. Dylan's eyes widened and he looked as if he didn't know what to say.

"My dad raised me until he died of cancer when I was 16." my dumbass just kept talking.

"That's when I got my job at Perry's. I've been living in a studio apartment ever since." I sighed. Now he knew why I was where I was when he found me. He sat and thought for a moment.