Soliel

Honestly, watching my werewolf mate scarf down two whole plates of pancakes was... Kind of hot. To be honest, I have only had one pancake and was almost full but Damira... Now I know where she puts that extra food. I eye those muscles under the blouse, licking my bottom lip. Damira sensing my gaze paused her eating. 

"You finished?" She asks, her mouth filled with sweet honey. I gulped, nodding as I watch her swallow her food. God this woman is driving me insane. I pushed my plate away and she took it, instantly digging into it. 

"You must like pancakes." Taking a sip of my drink, I look around the small cafe, fairy lights hanging from the high ceiling and wooden round tables decorated with flowers. It's cute. Damira huffs, wiping her face with a napkin. 

"This is how you eat, darling. You eat until you are full and your plate is empty." Sighing, she leans back into her seat, rubbing her flat tummy. I scrunch my nose in jealously. No matter what I did, no matter how less I ate, my tummy always looked fat. Still does. 

But by no means, am I saying I'm fat. Though I'm not skinny. I'm not thick. I'm in between. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed your breakfast. This is the first time I've eaten with you and seen you this relaxed." I smiled, wanting to hold her hand and kiss her right this second. Wait.. ahem... not right now Soliel. Patience...

Damira sits up, clearing her throat. "I'm always relaxed, darling." I roll my eyes at her pathetic lie. She's too caught up in being the best Alpha, she can't be herself. I shake my head and watch her. What could have affected her so much? Maybe her mother? She isn't mentioned very often. I've met her mother once. I thought she had sucked on a lemon, so that was why she looked sour all the time. "Stop staring, human. It's unbecoming." I raise a brow at her attitude. So she's back. 

I smirk, wiggling my brows. "Hmm? unbecoming? Well, your attitude is unbecoming, Sweetheart." (OMG say unbecoming so many times really fast, it sounds like your say "I'm coming" LOL So weird!) 

Huffing she gets out of her seat, waving for the check. Scowling, I follow her. "We aren't done with our morning date!" Damira laughs, mockingly. 

"Date? There isn't an us, to have a date, human. I've rejected you, there will never be an us." Okay, ouch. 

"Damira, like I've said to you over a million times. I reject your rejection. For Luna Sake! Your childish attitude is actually really annoying." She raises a brow, lips lifting in a snarl. 

"Childish? Oh, I'll give you childish..." Before I knew it, her hand was wrapped around my throat, my back against the cafe wall. Wolves gasping in shock at their Alpha holding me harshly against the wall. "I'm your Alpha, you shouldn't disrespect me." I give her a choked laugh, tears forming in my eyes from the pressure on my neck. 

"You're hurting your wolf more than your hurting me, Damira... I can see it in your eyes. The restraint must be killing you." Damira lets go, growling, Finally free, I gasp for air, staring at her. Watching her stiff movements. Her shoulders shaking. 

"You know nothing." 

"As I said, I'm going to find out whoever hurt you and punish them Damira. I hate watching you like this." 

"You know nothing!" She shouts, a fist banging onto the cafe table. The cafe owner, an older woman comes storming over, hobbling on her two feet. 

"Damira Wolfe!" Damira freezes, eyes wide. My own widen, but not at the old lady but at Damiras expression. "How dare you mess up my cafe and hurt your mate! I'm ashamed to have you as my granddaughter!" I choke on a scoff, disbelief written across my features. Damira clenches her fists, bowing her head. She's ashamed. Oh my god! What is this! 

"Sorry, Grandmother." The old lady smacks her upon the head, everyone wincing. Damira's grandmother huffs and walks over to, checking my neck for injuries. 

"Are you okay, dear? Sorry about that idiot," My eyes widen more, caught on about the free language this old lady is giving an Alpha. My mate. "Come, let's sit you down here. You must be exhausted after dealing with that." She leads me to a chair, playing with my hair. Okayyyy so what is going on. "May I have your name, dear?" 

"O-Oh right. Soleil, ma'am." 

"Lovely. I'm Betty but you can call me Grandma." I nodded slowly still confused. Damira watches silently, lips thinned. I smile awkwardly at her, eyeing the two. They certainly get the looks, don't they? "Again, sorry about Damira. She's a complicated piece of work. Only because of her stupid whore of a mother." Woah, grandmother not letting up, is she? Damira huffs softly, causing Grandma to growl. "Quiet girl. You're in the dog house, get used to it." I almost laughed at her dumbfounded expression before reminding myself that this is my mate that is being scolded. 

"Um, ma'am thank you for your kindness. I'm fine. I may be human but I can take on my mate." Awes and ahhs echoed around the cafe, my cheeks burning. Grandma laughed, patting my hair. 

"Good. You lovebirds go and find the female beta. I think you in for a surprise." I raise a brow at her mysterious tone and catch eyes with Damira. 

I nodded and stood, grabbing Damira's hand tightly. "Thank you for the pancakes, Grandma. We will see you next Tuesday morning for our breakfast dates!" Without a reply, I pull Damira out of the cafe, biting my lip hard. 

Damira follows without a complaint, her mind swirling with memories. Her mother has done something to her, that is clear. Before we could get any further, Baden comes running, his face white. "Alpha!" He shouts, running towards us. "Alpha! Jasmine's baby is coming!" 

Dun dun dunnn!

Chapter 18!!!! Whooo hoo. And the baby is coming. 

Boy or girl? Which would you prefer? Or which would Clara prefer? 

Stay safe my loves ~ 

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