Her Alpha Mate 54

Zack:

"Zack, wake up," a sweet voice called, gently shaking my shoulder.

I groaned and pulled Freya down on top of me: "Give me ten minutes. I'm exhausted."

"You got nine hours of sleep. That's enough for any human."

"Says the woman who passed out for fourteen hours."

"That was because I'd just finished my heat."

My eyes half opened as I stared at her with a teasing smile, "Now you don't have to worry about your heat."

She blushed and buried her face in my chest, "Thank you, Captain Obvious."

My heart thumped helplessly in my chest as I felt her soft body in my arms. I let my hands slide over her body only to find that she was still wearing a towel, "Did you just shower?"

Her head lifted and she stared at me with narrowed eyes, "Didn't you hear? It's all the rage to walk around with a towel."

I pinched her nose, "Just asking, no need to get sarcastic, my little firecracker."

She blushed again, and I'd to stifle a laugh as she rubbed her cheeks, "Don't stop blushing on my account. I think it's adorable."

Ever since we'd mated, she kept blushing like a shy little girl, even though we both knew she was far from it. I knew she was like that because she'd never felt so close to anyone and so exposed - after all, I now knew every curve, stretch mark, and birthmark on her body.

She was normally a confident woman, so I was sure this was just a phase, but that didn't mean I was going to stop telling her how beautiful she was.

My hand wandered down to her butt, "I wonder if your blush will go all the way down."

Before I could pull the towel away from her, she sat up and ran her fingers through my hair in bed, "As much as I'd love to watch you try to seduce me, I've to go shopping, Zack. Tonight is the Alpha Ball and I don't have a dress. I looked through the boxes my parents dropped off and I couldn't find anything formal enough."

I pulled her back down and buried my nose in her hair, "You know where my credit card is. Try not to buy a dress that makes me go crazy."

"That actually sounds tempting."

I groaned, "That's exactly what you're going to do, isn't it?"

My poor wolf was already suffering from post-mating feelings. From what I knew and experienced, male wolves felt particularly possessive after mating and clung especially to their mate. They didn't like it when another male touched their mate, regardless of kinship. When they were this animalistic, no logic or reason came to mind.

Just yesterday, Reece held Freya's hand during the part of the funeral where we'd to join hands, and my wolf didn't like that at all. He growled and grumbled until they'd their hands back at each other's sides. It was hard for me to lead the funeral when he was acting so inconsiderate.

"Don't worry about it. I'll make sure it's not a scandal," Freya said, kissing me on the forehead and standing up.

I sighed and propped my head on my hand as I watched her get dressed. When she was done, she gave me a kiss on the lips and ran out to Pearl, who was calling for her downstairs.






***






The sun was starting to set, and I still hadn't seen Freya since her return.

I was locked in my office with paperwork and she was getting ready.

Apparently I wasn't allowed to see her until she was done and my wolf was ready to strike himself.

A knock on the door startled me out of my daze. I turned my head and saw Peter enter my office with two beers in his hand.

"I thought you could use this," he said, setting the bottle on my desk and plopping down in the chair in front of my desk.

"Thanks. I could really use that right now," I muttered, taking a sip.

"Post-mating issues?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he sipped his drink.

I froze in the middle of my notes and looked up, "How do you know?"

He scoffed, "It wasn't that hard to tell. Freya's scent completely changed, and your face when a man touched her gave it all away."

"I tried to control my wolf, but I guess I didn't do a very good job," I muttered, scribbling down a few more things.

"You know, watching you do all this paperwork, I'm glad my pack isn't that big. I can go for weeks without worrying about them. I just have to make a few calls, check the paperwork, and boom. I'm ready to go." Peter grinned.

For some strange reason, Peter seemed restless. He tapped his fingers on his leg and drank his beer, which was almost empty, in one go. After a few more minutes of him raving about his pack, it felt like he was here to talk about something else, but didn't know how to steer the conversation in that direction.

Finally, I stopped writing and looked up at him, "We both know you didn't come here to talk about your pack. Speak up, Peter."

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, "Nothing escapes you or your father, huh?"

I immediately understood where this was going.

"Is this about Pearl?" I asked, staring at him.

He nodded, "I want to take her back to my pack after the ball. Forever."

"Have you talked to Pearl about this?"

"I have. She's okay with it."

"Did you talk to my dad?"

"Yeah, he's threatened me a few times, but he's agreed it's time."

"Then why are you asking me?" I asked, confused by his logic.

"I am not asking you for anything. I am just telling you."

"Well, if Pearl and my father are okay with it, what's left for me to say?"

"I do not know."

"Neither do I."

We stared blankly at each other for a few moments before Peter shook his head, "I was worried you would not let her go. You know, that overprotective brother shit."

I raised an eyebrow, "Do you really think Pearl would let me boss her around?"

He chuckled and stared at his hands with a smile, "No, and that's what I love about her."

I sighed, "I am only going to say this once.
I am happy for you and Pearl, and I probably should have made it clear much sooner. She could have gotten another partner who might have annoyed me more than you did."

He growled softly, probably at the thought of Pearl having another mate, "Yeah, like that idiot Issac."

I groaned at the thought of Alpha Isaac, "Do not remind me. We actually got to see his face tonight."

Just the thought of it made us shudder.

Peter rose abruptly from his chair, "Well, I'd better get changed now. It's almost time to go."

I frowned and stared at the clock, "You have got to be kidding me. I have not even shaved. Let alone showered."

He left the room chuckling, leaving me to bang my head on the desk several times.





***





Freya:

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and smiled nervously at Juilet and Betty. "How do I look?"

Juilet laughed, "Like Zack needs a coat to cover his boner when he sees you."

Betty, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow and eyed me up and down, "If I was into girls, I'd do you."

"I do not think Chance would be too pleased about that," I said, my smile widening as she blushed a little.

Betty had apologized to me yesterday, and we'd all gotten along well since then. She had even offered to do my makeup, which I found a relief.

My hair was nicely curled and pinned back, and my makeup was perfect - Smokey eyes, lipstick, highlights, blush, everything.

"Come on, I want to see his reaction. I have a feeling he's going to freak out," Juilet said, gently pulling me behind her. I followed her, holding my skirt up a little so I did not kiss the floor.

As we walked down the stairs, I saw Georgina snapping photos of Zack, who was grumbling and trying to take the camera away from her.

"Mom, it's not a prom, it's just a..." he broke off slowly as he watched us come down. My heart nearly beat out of my chest as his eyes scrutinized my appearance.

He clenched his jaw and bit his lip before averting his eyes, "We have to go, Mom. You can take pictures when we get back."

Georgina shrugged, "It's okay. I took some great pictures of your face when Freya came down the stairs."

She turned to me and winked, "You look stunning, dear."

"Thank you," I smiled warmly and walked toward Zack and her.

He lightly put an arm around my waist and stroked his thumb down my spine. My breath caught, and I saw him grin a little out of the corner of my eye.

"Well, have fun. I need to take some more pictures of Pearl and Peter."

We followed her outside, and as we walked to the car, I cleared my throat and tried to strike up a conversation, because he was awfully quiet.

"Zack."

Great conversation starter, I know we had just reached the car and I was surprised when he turned and pushed me against the door.

"Don't you fucking dare speak right now," he growled, panting heavily as if trying to control himself.

I blinked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? How can you even ask me that so casually?"

I tilted my head slowly to the right, "Is it the dress? You do not like it or something?"

"Do I fucking like it?" he growled, "You tell me. I want to throw you on the hood of this car and fuck you until your legs shake and the only word that can leave your lips is my name. Does that sound like I like it?"

I wonder what he would do if I kissed him.
I have a feeling we are going to have a hard time keeping our hands off each other tonight, especially since he's wearing a tuxedo.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine with a growl. I reached for his cheeks in surprise and returned the kiss just as hungrily.

"You look stunning," he breathed against my lips, "I do not think I can keep my sanity tonight. I just can not, especially with so many alpha males around."

Possessive? Yes.

Hot? Checked off.

Post-mating feelings? Checked.

This was going to be a long night.