She turned in his arms, staring up at him. “How do we know this is not because of the wolves? How can you love me? You don’t even know me.”
Taking her hand he pressed it over his heart. “Ever since I turned you, Mary, I’ve been looking for you. Your scent drove me crazy. I’ve never known a woman like you. None of the other women in the packs have been the one for me.” Pressing his palm to her chest he felt the rapid beating of her heart. “I know you’re perfect for me and for the pack.”
“I’m a half breed. How can a half breed ever have a place in your pack? You’re an Alpha, Zeke. You’re not a half breed or a lower member or whatever. I don’t even understand wolf politics,” she said, arguing her point.
Cupping her face, he leaned down closing the gap between them. He caressed her lips with his own, stroking along the plump softness until he plundered her mouth with his tongue. She met him, caressing him back. Zeke felt his blood boil. The feelings built inside him to a fever pitch. Mary was his woman. Her wolf was a perfect match for him.
“You can’t kiss me to make the problems go away,” she said, whimpering.
“I can. I’m the fucking Alpha, and I can do whatever the hell I want.” Running his thumb along her bottom lip he moaned as her tongue peeked out, licking him. “I need you to trust me,” he said.
Her eyes were glazed over with tears. Her skin was running hot from a mixture of his kiss and the pregnancy.
You’ve got to tell her about the pregnancy.
First he needed for her to understand that they were a mated pair. Right now he felt his wolf purring at her closeness.
“I love you, Mary. This is right, and you know we’re meant to be together.”
Her hand was shaking as she pressed her palm against his chest. “Then show me,” she said.
“What?”
“I’ve never seen a proper mated pair apart from Roger and Dani. Jane and Max I only ever really saw briefly. Show me a mated pair.”
Grabbing his cell phone from his pocket, he dialed his father’s number. “What’s the matter, son?” he asked.
“This Friday, is it okay if I bring Mary to a pack gathering? She needs to see other mated couples, and I think it’s time for her to see what it’s all about to be a proper wolf.” He didn’t break eye contact with her. Zeke needed permission from his father before entering a pack gathering. William’s pack was far bigger than his own because of how old his father was. Zeke hoped to create a good pack without fear of starting a war.
“I will accept. You’ll need to let Mary know the laws of respect within a gathering, but I’m more than happy to have her be there,” William said.
Zeke agreed and hung up the phone. “You want to see other mated couples? Then this Friday we’ll be entering my father’s territory. You’ll see other mated couples, and there will be rules you’ll have to abide by.”
“What rules?” she asked.
Taking her in his arms, he led her over to the sofa. He needed to touch her in some way for him to know she existed.
“We’re going into another territory, and with that we’ve got rules to follow.”
“It’s your father,” she said.
Smiling, Zeke shook his head. “Just because we’re related doesn’t mean we don’t follow rules. My father doesn’t like conflict within his pack. When we go I’m submitting to his rules, and he is the Alpha while we’re there.”
“Which means?”
“We’ll both be under his protection. Any arguments that happen will be handled by him. We’ll be entering the gathering with you known as my woman, my mate. You cannot approach other males. This is purely for mated couples to be together. It’s not sexual, but some nights it can lead to sex as tensions run high.”
Teasing strands of her hair, Zeke couldn’t stop touching her even if he wanted to. She leaned in close to him allowing his touch. Every move she made opened her up to his touch. The wolf within her was stroking along the surface trying to get closer once again. When they ran together he knew they’d be a force to be reckoned with.
“What else do I need to know?” she asked, breathlessly.
“You can’t judge at all. There will be full breeds and half breeds, along with several couples with mixed breeding.”
“Why would I judge? Love is love.” She nuzzled his hand as she stroked his thigh.
Laughing, he cupped her cheek feeling the softness of her skin. “You’d be surprised how many people would judge my father or myself. You were the first half breed to join your old pack. From what I can gather you were the last.”