Page 82 of Locke

I very well can damn try.

I left Emm lying in the bed, filled with furs to keep her warm. I still needed to explain to her about her upcoming change, the heat, and the other secrets I have kept from her.

I had so many surprises for her, but getting her through her heat, her transformation and the brief history lessons on the pack was enough to worry about. I was so giddy with all my surprises I didn’t know how I was going to keep them from her.

“Just hope she doesn’t learn how to enter your mind,”my wolf drawled.“Then, we’re fucked.

“You always were a mood killer,” I mumbled back to him.

I was fucking trying to be communitive and shit. I’d even bought a book on it.

I flipped the last of the dozen eggs on the pan. I heard my mate’s gentle footsteps and I turned around, seeing her in one of my shirts. Her breasts were tightly pressed against the fabric, her nipple piercings showing through the dark color - I couldspot them a mile away - and oddly, I’m not so hungry for eggs anymore.

I turned back to the eggs and cleared my throat.

We’ve done enough, let her pussy rest.

“She can fucking handle it,”my wolf growled appreciatively.“I think she wants more, just do it on the table,”my wolf panted.

I switched off the gas stove with a quick flick of my wrist and turned around to brace myself. “Sorry I didn’t ask before, but you were sleeping. But how do you like your eggs?” I let the fried eggs slide off the pan and onto a plate.

“Fertilized,” she purred.

Instantly my cock pressed up against my sweats, and Emm laughed softly. “It’s so easy to get you riled up, huh, Alpha?”

I rolled my eyes to the back of my head when she referred to me with that title. I never thought I would like it. It was a power title, one I refused to take while me and my members were rogues. We took it in jest, as a joke. Because I fucking didn’t feel like an alpha after I destroyed a pack that was supposed mine.

The way she said it though—maybe I could be an alpha. A real one, with her by my side.

“I’m guessing you like being called that?” She raised a brow and strolled toward the table.

“Only when you say it. It’s like Dom or Master.”

Emm rolled her eyes and padded over to me. “You’re something else. You know that?”

I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I think people use more colorful words, but, ah, yes, I am quite different, huh?”

She hummed, her fingers grazing down my torso. “Yeah, you are. I went from a crying mess to being fuck-comforted. Anytime I get upset, I’ll be sure to come to you.”

My chest swelled with pride. “You always come to me. I’ll fix it.”

Emm backed away and looked at the table, filled with eggs, sausages, pancakes. One day, everyone in this massive home would be served a basic packhouse breakfast.

“This is a lot.” she grabbed a sausage from the plate and took a bite. “Mm, that tastes so good.” She sat down and didn’t look at me as she grabbed food and barely put it on her own plate before she’d started to inhale it.

I watched her in awe at how the smallest things made me love her more. Yes love, I fucking craved her. The smallest things she did made me obsessed with her.

A feeling of contentment washed over me; I had provided for her, for my mate. Of course I had, because I was going to be the best mate.

She choked and panic rose in my throat.

“Slow down,” I barked at her.

My mate narrowed her eyes and shoved another forkful into her mouth. “Hey, if I’m going to keep up this bod, I’m going to need some calories.” She shimmied her breasts.

Ignoring her enormous globes, I took the fork from her. She looked absolutely appalled when I took her plate and held it in my hand. She watched me, still chewing the food left in her mouth, and a look of amusement washed over her. Once she’d swallowed, I held the fork up to her.

“You-you’re going to feed me?” Her quiet voice entered my heart.

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