Page 10 of My Pucking Mates
While that sounds like exactly what I’d like to do, I’ve learned from watching Roman and Leera that getting to truly know your mate makes for a much deeper connection. That’s the kind of connection I want.
I want her to look at us the way Leera looks at Roman. I want to watch her eyes sparkle when we do something for her that she doesn’t expect. I want her to know that she is irreplaceable and perfect.
“I’ve got an idea.” I grin.
After I texted Khaos and Dolos texted Leera, we were able to sit down and make a plan. We got information about Runa and her favorite kinds of things from Khaos while gathering girly tips and tricks from our squealing Luna.
Yes, squealing. When Dolos texted her, she immediately called him, squealing and rambling information faster than he could write it down.
Her happiness flooded through the pack bond, filling us with her bubbly vigor. Having never felt something so light and feminine was an experience all on its own. Even our sweet Mama was not on Leera’s level, granted, I don’t think many people are. It’s part of what makes her, her.
We brainstormed ideas and how to turn it all into one cohesive plan and then we made lists. Two lists, to be exact. A list of things we needed to get and a list of things we needed to do. Then we split both lists in half so we each had things to get and do.
Lists in hand, we bolted out of the townhouse like it was on fire. Not entirely avoiding Runa, but I knew that if I saw her again before we were able to lay out the plan of what she deserves, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from claiming her unceremoniously in the living room.
11
My heart and wolf have been a raging mess since I threw myself at Eris, and he didn’t push me away.
That was a good sign, right?
Did I do the wrong thing?
He hugged me back, didn’t he?
Did I push him too far?
It’s hard not to worry when they kicked me out—okay, they didn’t actually kick me out; they politely asked me—to let them finish discussing something between themselves before we could all talk together. But then when I hear the door to Eris’ room open, and I think we can finally talk, they practically sprint out of the house without even looking at me.
So, here I sit, stewing and insecure about what’s going on.
Growing up in the strange and hidden way I did, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find my mate. Because of that, I didn’t have the silly little daydreams most females do. They fantasize about what the moment their mate notices them will be like. They dream of how he’ll claim her. They manifest all the qualities their future mate will possess.
After what my mother went through…I wasn’t sure I wanted a mate. I was born in secret and smuggled out of our realm in hiding so that I was given the chance to evenlivebecause of my mother’s fated mate.
Even seeing members of the pack find their mates didn’t assuage my lack of interest. It was better I stay to myself. Stay happy. Stay safe.
Who would have thought that mymateswould have been here with my brother almost the whole time.
Have they been waiting for me? Looking for me?
The worry in my mind can’t seem to be quieted, so I decide I might as well go for a run. Maybe if I let my wolf loose for a bit, some of this anxiousness can dissipate.
Stretching first, then rising from my seat on the couch, I make my way to the main door of the townhouse. I reach to hit the button to the elevator, only to realize I can already hear the whirring of the motor moving it…up, towards me.
My initial reaction is to dart away, pretend to be uninterested and collected, but who am I kidding? That’s not me right now.
My feet are locked in place when the elevator doors slowly slide open, revealing my twin mates. Dolos is smiling wide with sparkling eyes, while one look at Eris nearly knocks me off my feet. He’s not frowning, and his eyes are warmer than I’ve ever seen them. They both look like an awkward mixture of excitedand nervous, but I’ll take this over the tormented, defeated, and sorrowful looks from before.
My jaw must have been hanging open because Dolos takes a step towards me and lovingly lifts my jaw back into a more natural place. I shake myself from my stupor as he chuckles.
“Runa,” Eris breathes my name.
It’s going to take me a lifetime to get used to the fact that he’s finally speaking to me. He looks like he’s struggling to get the rest of his words out, so Dolos butts in, “Can we take you on a date?”
The question is so unexpected that I rear back slightly, almost giggling before I catch the guarded expression on Eris’ face.
They’re serious, and he thinks I’ll decline.
