Page 11 of Night with a Gamma
As we finish our impromptu sparring session, I’m breathless and exhilarated. Harrison shifts back into his human form, a proud grin on his face. He reaches for his cargo pants to pull on.“You did great, Little Bird!” he praises, pulling me into a warm embrace.
“Thanks to you!” I reply, feeling the heat of his body against mine, still blushing from seeing his glorious body naked. “That was so much fun, baby!”
“Just wait until you see more of what the pack can do,” he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “We have a lot of traditions and events coming up that you’ll love.”
I can’t help but smile at the thought. This world, this pack, they’re unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m hungry to learn more. “I can’t wait!” I exclaim, my heart racing with anticipation.
As we step away from the training grounds, Shadow jumps up to join us, weaving between my legs. I scoop him up, cradling him in my arms as we walk together, hand in hand. The bond between us grows stronger with every moment, and I can feel the magic of the pack wrapping around me like a warm embrace.
The day unfolds into a tapestry of laughter, stories, and shared experiences. Harrison introduces me to other members of the pack, each one welcoming me with open arms. I feel the weight of their acceptance, and it fills me with a sense of belonging I’ve longed for.
As the sun begins to set, casting a golden hue across the grounds, we gather around a fire pit for dinner. The scent of grilled meat and roasted vegetables fills the air, and the atmosphere buzzes with energy. I sit beside Harrison on a wooden picnic bench, feeling the warmth of the fire lick at my cheeks and the familiarity of the pack enveloping us.
“Tonight, we celebrate,” Wyatt, the Waterton Alpha, announces, raising a glass in the air. “We welcome our newest member, Wren Archer, Harrison’s mate, into the fold!”
A cheer erupts from the pack, and I feel a rush of emotion at their acceptance. I raise my glass, my heart swelling withgratitude. “Thank you for welcoming me,” I say, my voice shaking slightly. “I’m honored to be here with all of you.”
The night unfolds in laughter and storytelling, and I find myself completely immersed in the magic of the pack. I share tales from my coven, my potion mishaps as a witch, and their eyes light up with curiosity. They ask questions, eager to learn about my world, and I feel the bond between us deepening with every shared story.
As the fire crackles and the stars twinkle overhead, I glance at Harrison, who sits beside me, his presence grounding and comforting. He leans closer, his arm draping around my shoulders, and I relish the warmth of his touch.
“You belong here, Wren,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re one of us now, Little Bird.”
I look into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his words wash over me. In this moment, I realize that I’ve found my home — not just in the pack, but with him. The pull of our bond is undeniable, and I know that whatever challenges lie ahead, we’ll face them together.
As the night draws to a close, I feel a sense of peace settle over me. I’m surrounded by love, acceptance, and the promise of new beginnings. With Harrison by my side, I know that I’m ready to embrace whatever comes next.
In this world of magic and wolves, I’ve found my place, and I can’t wait to see where this journey will take us.
6
HOLDING HEAVEN IN MY ARMS
Harrison
I holdWren tightly against my side, the warmth of her body seeping into mine like a soothing balm. The chaos of the pack celebration buzzes around us, but in this moment, it feels like we are wrapped in a cocoon of our own making. Laughter and chatter fill the air, a symphony of joy that echoes through the clearing. My heart swells with a sense of heavenly peace, a feeling that I’ve longed for my entire life.
Wren’s laughter rings out like a bell, pure and melodic, as she chats with some of the younger pack members. I can’t help but smile, my gaze fixed on her radiant face. Her light golden hair glistens under the soft glow of the lanterns, and the way she throws her head back, unguarded and joyful, makes my chest tighten with a mix of pride and possessiveness. She’s mine, and I’m hers — a bond forged in the fires of fate.
But as the evening wears on, I notice a subtle shift. Wren lets out a tired sigh, a sound that tugs at something deep within me. I squeeze her side gently, feeling the electric connection of ourmate bond, and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Hey, beautiful, maybe it’s time we call it a night? It’s been a long, active day.”
She turns to me, her deep blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I’m having so much fun!” she protests playfully, though I can see the weariness creeping into her expression.
“Just a little longer, then we can head up to our suite.” I give her a soft smile, hoping to coax her into rest.
“Alright, alright,” she concedes, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She stands up, calling for Shadow, her ever-loyal companion, to follow us. I intertwine my fingers with hers, the tingles of our connection swirling between us, grounding me as we navigate through the pack members.
As we make our way back to our suite, the scent of our combined essences fills the air — earthy and sweet, a blend of warmth and magic that sends my wolf into a frenzy. The need to mate with Wren pulses through me, an instinctual drive to seal our bond. I can feel my wolf clawing for control, yearning for the closeness we both crave.
Wren pushes open the door to our suite, and I follow her inside. The space is cozy, filled with the remnants of our lives together — a mix of her witchy trinkets and my more rustic belongings. But it’s more than that; it’s a sanctuary, a place where we can be ourselves without the weight of the world pressing down on us.
She heads to the bathroom, and I hear the shower start to run. The sound is like a siren’s call, beckoning me closer. I lean against the doorframe, the soft light spilling from the bathroom illuminating the space in a warm glow. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I creep toward the crack in the door, my heart racing in anticipation.
As I peek in, my breath catches in my throat. Wren stands under the spray of water, droplets cascading down her sun-kissed skin, glistening like jewels in the dim light. She’s utterlycaptivating, the water flowing over her like liquid silk. I swallow heavily, feeling like a stalker for watching her like this, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
Then, in that perfect moment, I feel the weight of her gaze. My heart skips a beat as our eyes meet, hers wide with surprise and a hint of playful admonishment. My chest tightens, and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
“What are you doing, Harrison?” she teases, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
