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**Valenzano POV: **
West and I are in the kitchen cooking and discussing pack matters. We have to come up with a schedule so the pack pups can start their training. West usually trains the boys, but since he found his mate, he needs time with her to create a strong bond so she can carry healthy pups.
"So, when are you going to start planning that mating ceremony for you and Jazz?" I asked, making coffee.
"No time soon she won't allow me to mark her," he sounded sad.
"Why?" I asked, shocked. From what I heard about Jazz, her life dream is to be a mate of a shifter.
"Because she knows once I mark her, she will have to stay here with me forever. And she said she can't leave Cleo alone," he said, mixing the eggs.
"Cleo is my mate, so she will be here with us as well. Jazz won't leave her alone," I said with determination.
"Cleo doesn't know she is your mate yet, so her living here is not on her mind," West said, and I agree. I want to take things slow with her because she is human.
"Well, don't let me and Cleo's lack of process stop you. I want some nieces and nephews, and the pack needs its future betas," I said while making waffles.
"I can say the same thing to you," he said, then nudged me.
Focusing on the waffle iron, I heard Vintage shout, "MATE.".
"Where have you been? I haven't heard from you since last night," I asked.
"I needed time to think. I was pissed off," he says to calm for my comfort. As soon as I finished talking to Vintage, I smelled Cleo and looked up as she and Jazz walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, ladies," I said with a smile, looking at Cleo.
"She is still wearing that dress," Vintage says excitedly.
"Morning," Jazz said with a smile.
"Good morning," Cleo says while looking at the floor.
We sit at the table and eat. It was so awkward for me to sit across from Cleo. Jazz and West can't keep their hands off each other. I seriously have to remind my brother of table manners. Cleo had her eyes glued to her plate like she was trying to avoid looking at us.
"YESSS!" Vintage yells, wagging his tail and giving me a headache.
"Why are you so happy and yelling? That is bad news for them?" I said, annoyed at him.
"I am excited, moron. Because if Cleo can't go home, she will need a place to stay, duh! Don't just sit there like a dumbass and offer them to stay here," Vintage is still excited.
"You ladies are welcome to stay here for as long as you need," I said, looking at Cleo.
"Thank you so much," Jazz screams while smiling like a cat that got the cream at Cleo.
I mentally roll my eyes at Vintage. I hate when he has a good idea that I didn't think of. I see Jazz is happy, but Cleo is still looking down at her plate. I hear Jazz clear her throat. Cleo looks up and says, "Thank you." As we continued to eat, I thought of ways to get closer to Cleo. So, I came up with an idea. I will link West and tell him my plan.
"Ladies, since you will be our guest for a month. How about we take you, girls, shopping for anything you need for your stay?" I say, still looking at Cleo.
Cleo stopped eating and looked at me like she wanted to deny my offer. But then she looked at herself and realized she only had the dress from last night to wear.
"Thank you," they said at the same time.
"No problem, ladies. We will leave in 30 minutes," after I said that Jazz grabs Cleo and runs upstairs. Once they are gone, West and I high five.
"So, why didn't you tell me earlier about them not being able to go home?" I asked West.
"Because I wanted the offer to seem like your idea and sound genuine," he says while smirking.
I went upstairs to get dressed. I am so nervous. I never had to convince a woman to like me. I have no idea what I am doing. West has already told me he will make it so that Cleo and I will be alone from time to time while shopping. I wear denim jeans and a fitted white polo shirt.
I decided that it would be best for West and me to take the girls off-pack land to go shopping. That way, pack members won't be staring at Cleo, making her feel uncomfortable. Everyone is waiting for me downstairs. I laugh in my head as I see Cleo still wearing that damn dress. We take the G-Wagon and drive towards the mall outside the packlands.
The day went fantastically. I got to know Cleo and even came up with an excuse for her to be around me. I never liked shopping with any woman, but she made it a pleasant experience for me. She wasn't like most women who saw power and dollar signs when they looked at me.
Cleo told me she can pay for her own stuff, but I insisted I pay for it. Since she is my guest, she has no choice. She didn't see my black card as a sign to go overboard. Cleo isn't like most women; she doesn't want me to spend my money on her.
I know she doesn't like it, but oh well. She was looking at the price tags of the items. What shocked me the most is that I had to talk her into getting the name-branded stuff. I can see she is mentally calculating how much everything costs. She seems to be a penny pincher. I like that. Some packs have gone bankrupt because their Luna spends money like it grows on trees.
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