All thoughts of her mother were cut off.
“I don’t have any changes of clothes,” she said, turning to look at him.
“You don’t need any clothes. We’re alone, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.” He took her hand leading her up the multiple steps to get to the main door. She watched him pull out a set of keys and start to unlock the large door.
“Don’t you have any other alphas trying to take over your territory?” she asked.
“No. I treat all packs with the respect they deserve, and I demand they treat me as such.”
Her father didn’t allow any other pack to walk through his territory. If another wolf from another pack walked on his land, he’d give the wolf a beating. She had grown tired of watching men and women beg. For a woman, her mother delivered the beating as her father didn’t believe in hurting a woman. Her mother never had a problem with causing pain.
“They come to me for permission to enter my lands, and I grant it to them. I don’t cause fights that are unnecessary. My pack likes to live in the open without fear of being approached by others. I make sure they’re all taken care of.” Daniel switched on a light as she entered his home.
The door closed, and the sound echoed throughout the old house as if it was a sign of approaching doom.
We’re trapped!
There was no getting out of this house until Daniel was satisfied. Would it be so hard to agree to his claim of being her mate? She truly didn’t know what to think about his claim. Dawn was torn in two between wanting his claim more than her next breath and then scared of accepting his claim.
Once he knew the truth, would he really want her? No man truly wanted a murderer for a mate.
She cut the thoughts off, staring at Daniel as he turned back to her. He slid the bolts into place locking them inside the dominating house.
“For tonight, we’re not going to do anything. We’re going to enjoy some good food and drink, and then we’ll go to bed.”
“Where will I sleep?” she asked.
“Where I tell you to.” He walked down the long entrance hall, taking a left. She hurried her steps to keep up with him. Considering the age of the house, the scents were sweet, charming.
Whoever lived here they were happy. The house smelled of happiness, of peace. It was such a strange scent to have around the house. She rushed toward him, following him through three more rooms before they made it to the kitchen.
“The house has multiple rooms for the pack. They do visit, and when they do I like for them to make themselves at home. Unfortunately with wolves, they fight. I’ve got four television rooms so there’s no fight over the remote or what they watch.” She chuckled, imagining an argument turning heated in the sight of a remote. Ravaging wolves, attacking each other just because they didn’t want to watch a television program. “You can laugh all you want. It’s happened.”
He entered a large kitchen. She stopped to admire the room, which was set in an old country style fit with a porcelain sink. The island in the center was large, yet it would fit many people sitting around helping.
“Again, the kitchen is large enough for the whole pack.”
“How do you keep this place cleaned?” she asked.
“I’ve got a wolf who’s a little obsessive when it comes to cleaning. She makes sure everything is clean when she comes to visit. Also, I make the pack clean up after themselves. I won’t have shit lying around because they’re too fucking lazy to do their shit.” He moved toward the fully stocked fridge. She smelled the freshness in the vegetables and the meat inside. Had he planned for her to be spending time with him?
No, he’s got a pack who also needs to eat.
“Do you cook?” she asked.
“Yeah, I cook, and I occasionally clean. I also do the washing.” He turned to offer her a smile.
“Are we in a scene right now?” she asked, unsure about the proper protocol she needed to give him.
“Would you feel safer being in a scene?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then we’re not in a scene. We’re just two people, Daniel and Dawn for tonight.”
Relief swamped her. She could handle simply being a woman sharing a meal with Daniel.
Mate.
He bent over to grab something out of the fridge, and she checked out his ass. It was tight and firm.
“You’re checking out my ass,” he said, smiling as he turned to face her.
“Am not.”
“Don’t worry, Dawn, I won’t put you over my knee.”
She saw he was teasing her and couldn’t help but smile. “I like the thought of going over your knee.”