The Alpha's Mate

Chapter 6

     My eyes fluttered open to reveal a blinding white light. Pain stung in my temples as I blinked and squinted up at the brightness. Was this heaven? Had he finally done it? Was I finally at peace? But what about the children? Where were they? What were they going to do without me? Would Baxton send them home? Would he send them back to my so called father? Baxton!

That thought sent me shooting up like a bullet from a gun. I immediately regretted my wolf's instincts as a white hot flash of pain radiated through my stomach and all of the air was blown out of my lungs. Hold on! If this was heaven then I shouldn't be feeling any pain.

At that moment a door across the room opened up and a woman who looked to be about in her late twenties to early thirties crept in. She turned around to closed the door lightly and then turned back to face me. As soon as she did her shimmering blue eyes connected with mine. She had curly dirty blonde hair framing her sweet little love heart face. Her eyes strangely reminded me of Baxtons. She was wearing a cute floral sundress which reached down to her knees with small white wedges. The outfit showed off her tiny figure (she was even smaller than me and that was saying something). She looked almost like she belonged in The Stepford Wives.

As soon as she saw me her beautiful features turned into a small frown. "You shouldn't be up, hun. You could hurt yourself," even though it was supposed to sound stern it just sounded like music to my ears. Her smooth voice was so beautiful and melodic. Something about her made me want to do as she asks so I allowed her to help me lay back down. If it were anyone else then I probably would have fought back and demanded to be released but with her I felt at ease.

"B-B-Baxton?" I managed to stutter. I winced at how hoarse it sounded.

"Oh, hun. He is at school at the moment but he should be back soon," she flashed me a pair of gleaming whites before continuing. "Don't get me wrong, he really wanted to stay here with you - he hasn't left your side all night - but do you know what I said to him? I said 'Baxton, my boy, how are you supposed to provide for your mate and a future family with no grades? Huh? How?' And so he went slouching off to school with his tail tucked between his legs.."

As she continued talking I took this opportunity to observe the room I was in. It was quite large with sky blue painted walls and cherry oak floorboards. There was several photos scattered around the walls which added some personality to the attire. Baxton was in quite a few of them and so was the woman ranting next to me. Who was she? She was now sat neatly on a swivelly desk chair. Behind her was a long silver coloured desk that was decorated with different documents and papers along with some stationary and other odd bits. Next to me was a pretty silver colored side table that had a slim silver touch lamp with a blue shade and a small radio alarm clock. The black leather bed in which I was led was huge (probably a king size) and had some light blue bedding. On the other side of the bed was another bedside table which contained an identical lamp and a thick book. One side of the room was nothing but glass which looked out to the surrounding forest and glittering, ice capped mountains. There was two more doors either side of the glass wall. Opposite me was a large flatscreen T.V built into the wall with all sorts of devices such as a DVD player, Xbox, PlayStation and others set out neatly in a black cabinet. Next to that was a large bookshelf filled with lots of different kinds of books. There was an overpowering scent of spicy chocolate which lead to the conclusion that this was, in fact, the room of my mate. There were a few odd articles of clothing on the floor which made me thankful that I didQn't have an overly obsessively clean mate.

"...Anyway. I have some jobs to do before the others get back." She finally finished. She stood up and headed over to the door. "If you need me just shout, okay?" I nodded my response and tried to get comfortable once again.