Chapter 9
Jason could barely contain his anticipation as he anxiously watched the clock for dinnertime. Returning to his room after the disastrous joint training he hopped in the shower to wash away the dirt, grime and frustration. Not only did the Rimrock pack’s warriors lack discipline but also strength and stamina. His warriors could run circles around them. However when pressed by Luke’s aura they quickly fell into line and pushed themselves so there was some hope. What was truly lacking was the pack’s authority. The warrior’s lackluster performance was clearly due to their alpha’s absence and lack of motivation. Even if just their beta participated in training it would be a huge improvement to morale.
Luke’s reaction to learning about the traps was predictably incredulous. He shook his head at the sheer idiocy of the whole idea especially if the pack’s warriors didn’t know the location or placement of the traps. If the warriors didn’t know where the traps were located their movements would be equally hampered and the traps just as deadly to them as their enemy.
For a small pack controlling a vast area traps weren’t necessarily a bad thing but implementing them called for strategy. Placing them in areas difficult to patrol would be smart but not everywhere and especially not remembering where they were placed was a problem. Rimrock was a mid-size pack so there should be no reason to employ so many traps given the size of their defensive force. It all came down to laziness and their alpha’s disconnection with his pack duties.
Stepping out of the shower Jason shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts. Right now the only thing that mattered was his mate. He wouldn’t let anything interfere with his first meal with her. Tonight would be perfect. Not wanting to appear too formal he dressed in a sweater and jeans with his leather jacket as the final layer. Jason considered his reflection carefully.
Normally he didn’t care what he looked like but tonight he hoped to impress. Touching his now smooth cheeks he thought he struck a handsome profile. Hopefully his mate would be impressed. Lobo was practically climbing the walls of his mind eager to see their mate again.
Leaving the packhouse through the kitchen and out the back door Jason avoided his hosts and any needless questions. Luke already had a prepared excuse for his absence blaming the recent rogue attacks for an emergency call home.
Following Luke’s directions as well as using Cam as a guide Jason had little trouble finding Phoebe’s cottage. As his Beta described, it was a neat little structure making a cozy home tucked into the woods and surrounded by a garden teeming with herbs. The perennials had long since gone to seed and minded themselves with little effort from their caretaker.
Though it was picturesque scene Jason did bristle at the thought of Phoebe living out here alone with no one to protect her but border patrols whose abilities he now seriously questioned. Lobo growled in agreement. It simply wasn’t safe for their mate to remain here.
“Alpha?”
“Anything to report, Cam?” Jason asked without looking at his warrior newly emerged from the forest shadows.
“All is peaceful.”
“Good. You can head back to the packhouse and get yourself a proper meal. I won’t be needing you the rest of the night.”
“Planning to guard Luna on your own then?” Cam asked with a smirk.
Jason growled at his warrior’s audacity but Cam was already off. With a sigh he calmed himself. It was his hope to spend the night with his mate. If she was uncomfortable with that idea he would sleep on the porch. But tonight would be perfect. ‘Remember, don’t push her,’ Jason said to his eager wolf.
‘I know! I know! But…Mate!’
‘Tonight is all about her so she is in control of what happens!
‘Right. Yes. Now go to Mate human!’
Jason couldn’t help but smile. A wolf’s s*x drive was generally high and tempered only by their desire for their one-true mate. Their wolf counterparts seldom found anyone tempting if it wasn’t their mate and so had no desire to be with them. It was the human counterpart that lacked self-control and chose to engage in sometimes numerous trysts waiting for their mate to appear.
While it wasn’t uncommon for young wolves to engage in s****l activities Jason had abstained. The idea of touching any wolf who was not his mate was nauseating especially after learning about his parents’ troubles. Jason was determined not to repeat his father’s mistakes so he avoided affairs with others.
Apparently other wolves found his level of self-control appealing and many sought to be his first partner but Jason shrugged them away following his wolf’s instincts to save himself for his fated mate. He wanted her to be his first and selfishly wanted to be her first. Jason certainly wouldn’t have faulted her if she took other partners before meeting him but now it seemed his selfish wish had come true.
When he held Phoebe and breathed her scent he hadn’t detected any trace of another. It seemed her first mate had rejected her immediately and perhaps because of that Phoebe hadn’t had any desires to be with another. Lobo was eager to express the pent up urges they had suppressed but Jason insisted they take it slow. They had to be mindful of the trauma she suffered because of her rejection and gradually breakdown the barriers she erected to protect herself.
Once again in control Jason let himself through the garden gate and stepped onto the porch. With a deep breath he knocked and anxiously waited for an answer. What if she changed her mind and refused to let him in? Lobo whimpered at the thought. After an agonizing minute the door opened a crack. Verifying her visitor Phoebe undid the last latch and opened it wide. Shyly she smiled, “Come in.”
Jason stepped across the threshold and was immediately engulfed in her scent. Around the packhouse he only ever caught a faint whiff of her, just enough to tantalize him but in her home he was practically swimming in it. Jason breathed deep letting her scent soak into every fiber of his being while Lobo rolled onto his back, belly up.
Blinking, he realized Phoebe was still anxiously watching him. Smiling he said, “Your home is almost as beautiful as you.”
Her gray eyes blinked wide, startled by his announcement then a rosy blush colored her cheeks, “Thank you. Umm…dinner will be ready in a few more minutes. Make yourself at home.”
She closed the door and hurriedly retreated to the kitchen where he could smell the tantalizing odor of chicken, sautéed vegetables and rice.
Make myself at home. Jason smiled at the idea. He had every intention of doing just that.
Spying a coat rack next to the door he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up. His eyes shifted to her front door and he frowned as he counted the number of latches and deadbolts that had been installed. It wouldn’t do much to deter a wolf from entering if they wanted but it was an indication she didn’t feel safe.
Quietly he turned taking in the small, neatly arranged interior. There was a sofa and chair set arranged in front of the fireplace with a coffee table, side tables and lamps. An upright piano was tucked in a small nook and he immediately wondered if it was for decoration or if she knew how to play. But what caught his attention was books. Books were everywhere arranged in several bookcases, on top of the piano, on the coffee table, over the mantel. There was easily a thousand or more. Has she read all of them? He wondered.
He could count on one hand the number of books he had read. He recalled what Luke told him concerning the pretend campfire as she related the plot of Treasure Island. Approaching one of the cases he read the bindings on the shelves: Great Expectations, Scarlett Letter, Moby d**k, Frankenstein and the Prince and the Pauper among many others all carefully arranged by the author’s last name.
“So…have you read all of these books?” he asked taking one from its place and paging through it.
“No. Over half…yes,” Phoebe answered. “My father used to read to me every night a couple s at a time until I was seven or eight, I think. After that I read on my own. We used to debate different aspects of the plot or the characters over the dinner table.” Jason smiled at the thought of a little Phoebe curled up in her father’s lap as he read to her. Putting the book back in place he quietly wandered to the mantel where he found a framed family photo nestled among the books. Handling it with care he studied the faces of her parents. Phoebe looked a lot like her mother with a few characteristics from her father though neither of them possessed her gray eyes. It was clear they were a tight-knit family group.
He frowned. Her parents seemed older than he would have guessed. Werewolves in general aged slower than humans often appearing no older than their thirties well into their sixties or seventies but Phoebe’s parents already showed some gray and fine lines around their eyes.
“Dinner’s ready.”