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After our orders were taken we settled down to wait for our food and drinks. Then Elder Silas had put that briefcase on the table. Telling
my father about the paperwork inside. Then my father turns to Alora. With every word, Alora loses color. We’re all looking in their
direction because of the information given.
Because of the Will left by her grandfather, Alora is now the owner of the most historic property of all the Northern Continental Wolves.
As she was signing and initialing in her new name I noticed something was wrong. She’s not saying anything. The expression on her face
is frozen, and she’s too pale.
After she signed it all, the only thing she said was “I’m free.” I heard the shock in that voice, the hesitant belief. Then she looks at me. Her eyes are glassy, she looks like she’s about to break. “I’m finally free.” is the last sentence to pass her lips before she falls out of her
chair, Serenity lets out a startled scream as I jump out of my own chair to catch Alora, my father on her other side.
My father sits on the floor to cradle her against his chest. My mom kneels down next to him. ““Oh the poor girl, how much has she gone
through that freedom makes her faint.” she asks tears in her voice. “I don’t know my dear, but she’ll be protected now.” responded Dad.
“How do we bring her back around?” asks Serenity. “We have the last of our Tournament fights after the break.” she reminds me. Crap! The fights! Alora would be so pissed if we missed them. I think of something, I turn to my mate and I kiss her, forcing myself to keep it light
and not drown in a fire of need.
**I’ll be right back I need to run across the street real quick.“” I tell her as I jump up and run out of the restaurant. There is one thing I know will work, and it’s so simple. Coffee, organic dark roast with cinnamon and nutmeg, lightened with a vanilla–flavored coconut milk creamer and several scoops of sugar. I get to the shop and buy the coffee.
I rush into the restaurant and kneel down next to my dad. I open the lid on the coffee and waive it under her nose, her nose starts twitching. “This should bring her back,” I tell everyone. It’s not much longer, then I see a smile form on her face. “See, I told you it would do the trick.” I turned to Serenity, gloating a little. “How did you know that would work?” she asks. “Because she’s addicted to coffee, but not just any coffee, the snob has to have an organic dark roast,” I tell her.
Alora stirs, my parents are relieved and glad she’s awake and tell her so. Then she makes that comment, the same one she uses to defend her coffee preference. ““Well someone has to tell Darien, I’m not a coffee snob. I just have high standards for good coffee.” I look down, right into her eye before enunciating one word. ““Snob.“” with a straight face. I hear a snort next to me.
My mate slaps both her hands over her face and breaks into a fit of giggles. It makes me smile. This she–wolf is so beautiful, I can’t wait till I have her all to myself. I had plans that involved us staying in bed for a month. Damn, she makes me so hard, I felt like my dick was going to shatter any moment, my wolf wasn’t doing much better. He’s been howling to claim his mate since this morning.
The touches and kisses we’ve been able to claim so far were not enough. And fighting only made me more eager to claim her, especially when she kicked ass. Goddess her ass, was so perfect and round with the right amount of bounce and sway as she walked. I could feel
myself dripping out of my tip a bit.
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Shit, that was the last thing I need, a wet spot showcasing exactly how needy for my mate I am. Not that anyone couldn’t smell it, we are
werewolves, after all, a heightened sense of smell was a given. Doing math equations and reciting the duties of an Alpha had me calming
down enough I could sit comfortably during lunch.
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