Filed to story: The Alpha King’s Intoxicating Mate
She sounded miserable and dejected while I fought to keep my temper in check.
I tried not to explode. She already looked so nervous and if she had a weak heart, then I was fairly certain that shouting at her probably wouldn’t help the situation. I needed to keep calm for both of our sakes. “You should have told me” I agreed with gritted teeth “if only so that I knew about it and could help you when this, whatever this is happens.”
“Attacks,” Leah said dully “and they happen if I get angry or stressed or worried or too panicked or…” she trailed off, sliding her eyes away sheepishly.
“I get the point” I interrupted, running a hand through my hair “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked incredulously.
Did she think that I was such a bastard I would hurt her because of it?
She looked at me, and right through me. “Because if I had, you would have rejected me straight away, wouldn’t you? Nobody wants a wolfless weak mate with a weak heart” Her voice was bitter and her eyes were shining with unshed tears.
I sighed. I couldn’t blame her for thinking that. I’d been a right asshole when we had met and I was sure I hadn’t improved my image much. “I understand why you have been hesitant, but I’m not going to reject you due to an unfortunate heart condition,” I said gravely, still stroking her hair.
Well, maybe I would have, before I got to know her, but not now, not when I was growing attached to her as my mate. “You’re not?” she stammered looking surprised and a little shell shocked.
I shook my head. I would have to be a real bastard to reject my mate for that. It also made me wonder just how much she would be affected by a rejection. She’d suffered one already, would a second one kill her if her heart was weak? It concerned me. The fact that her face was so pale and her body was shivering concerned me as well. She didn’t look so good and I wondered how much it drained her, having an attack come on so suddenly and how tired it made her.
I sat her up and put her on my lap, putting my arms around her. She began to cuddle against me, borrowing my body heat. Slowly her shivers stopped as she held onto me, burrowing against me as I held her. “Kace” she murmured as I tried very hard to will away the erection that was beginning to form in response to her pushing against me “What’s it like at your pack?” she asked with a tired yawn.
The attack must have taken it out of her, I thought as her eyes kept fluttering open and closed. She must have used a lot of energy staying conscious and breathing. The poor thing seemed to be exhausted. I rubbed my chin and suddenly her head flopped forward and I heard soft snores coming from her. I fought back my grin. She was too cute. She looked fierce when she was awake, but vulnerable and innocent while she slept. It was like night and day with her. I felt a pang in my chest. She must have suffered a lot at her pack. It must have been difficult dealing with a medical issue on top of not having a wolf. Shifters had been killed in other packs for much less and it gave me pause for thought, why had Leah been kept alive? What had made her so special that Alpha Johnathon had refused to kill her? It was a conundrum.
At least in my pack, she would be able to live a much easier life, I thought, glancing down at her. She would not be required to do anything too strenuous or difficult. I would inform James of her medical condition when I was able to mind-link with him and ask him to keep a close eye on her. I sighed. I felt the limo stop and knew we had reached the pack. The driver got out and then opened the door.
“Would you like me to take her?” he asked concerned.
I shook my head, tightening my grasp as I delicately got out, not wanting to jostle my mate too much “Thank you but I have her” I said confidently.
No one else was going to touch or hold my mate if I could help it.
I strode towards the pack house, ignoring everyone’s curious glances, heading directly upstairs and to the top floor, which belonged to me and now to Leah. I placed her down on the bed and shut the door locking it. I took a shower, washed all the blood off of me, and then came back inside the room, climbing into the bed beside Leah and putting a protective arm over her.
I pulled her in close to me, sniffing her delicious scent, my wolf purring in my mind. He seemed so tame compared to a few days ago when he was almost completely feral. He was content to just lie beside her and feel her body pressed against us. I put my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. I fell asleep, listening to the sound of my mate’s soft snores.
Leah POV
I awoke with a start, my eyes opening wide as I took in the fact I was in a large bedroom, Kace’s body beside me, his snores filling the room. His arm was heavy, like a leaden weight, weighing me down and I grunted, shoving it off me. I had a pressing need to go to the bathroom and I made a mad dash to the adjoining door, thankful when it contained what I needed, quickly doing my business and coming back out into the bedroom. Kace was awake and yawning widely. “Good morning,” he said sleepily.
It was almost adorable, seeing him all rumpled and messy like that.
“Good morning,” I said warily.
I remembered everything. My cheeks burnt at the thought that I’d suffered an attack right in front of him. I waited for him to lecture me, admonish me, reject me but he did none of those things. Instead, he got up and stretched, showing off his taut abdomen and six-pack as I drooled. He was like a male adonis, perfect in every way, so gorgeous that I felt dowdy in comparison.
I hurriedly turned my gaze away, not wanting to get caught staring and have him think that I was some sort of lecher. He nonchalantly went into the bathroom and I waited patiently, wondering what to do and whether I should leave. He came back and began to dig through one of the dressers, gesturing to the large wardrobe behind me and a dresser beside him. “These are yours,” he said with a shrug “They’re filled with all kinds of clothes and stuff in your size. I had them fill them when I knew you were coming back. Choose something to wear and we can grab breakfast,” he said.
My eyes lit up in surprise. I was excited, not just at the prospect of food but at the thought of new clothes, something I had never owned before. All the clothes I possessed had been hand-me-downs from the pack. I opened the wardrobe and scanned the clothes, beginning to feel a bit deflated. Dresses. Lots of them. I swallowed hard. They consisted of pink, blue, and purple colors. I fought the urge not to be sick. They definitely weren’t my style. Perhaps the dresser had more in the way of pants and shorts? I could only hope. I tried to keep the disappointment off my face, not wanting to appear ungrateful.
I walked to the dresser and opened the drawers. There were shorts, but very few, and some pants, mostly jeans but otherwise there were lots of skirts and blouses, cardigans and so forth. There were a handful of t-shirts. I frowned. King Kace had dressed in trousers and a white dress shirt with black gloss shoes and was looking at me in concern.
“Something wrong?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
Should I say something or should I keep quiet? I had my suspicions if I kept quiet, then I would be forced to continue wearing things that I didn’t like and I shuddered at the thought. Besides, it was better to speak the truth than continue to tell a lie, wasn’t it?
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