The Alpha's Mate

Chapter 11

Charlie's POV

I could feel Presley get even more anxious as we neared the pack borders of his- our- pack. I, myself, was anxious. I was about to meet members of my mate's family, and I was going to meet his beta and his delta. I wondered if they would react like my family had when they found out I was mated to him. I hoped they'd be understanding or come to an understanding like my family had.

Pulling onto the smoothly paved roads into his pack lands, I shivered, knowing I had just entered his territory. Kids were playing on the roads, making him slow his pace down and honk at them. They smiled, waving at their alpha, moving out of the road so we could continue making our way to the packhouse. I smiled gently at them, waving back to them. Presley lifted his hand off of the steering wheel, giving them a small wave and a nod.

There was so much difference in this pack than the one back home. It was almost the size of a small city. There were rows of houses, and in the center of the suburban area, I could make out the packhouse that stood several stories high.

Presley reached over and placed his hand over mine, stroking the top of it with his thumb in circular motions. His hand was dampened with sweat, nervous for the reactions of everyone he loved.

When we finally pulled up to the towering building, he turned the car off, and we sat there in silence, both nervous about exiting the vehicle. I looked over to him, a frown on his face, his green orbs filled with worry staring at the doors to his home- our home. Finally, he turned to me, squeezing my hand as if his life depended on it.

"Ready?" He asked; I bit my lip, nodding in response.

We got out of the car and started to walk toward the entrance of the packhouse. Presley wrapped an arm around me, releasing his calming pheromones to soothe me. I rested my head on his shoulder, doing the same to calm him.

Walking into the doors of the packhouse, we were greeted with a tall woman who had her hair braided up, and there was purple and pink in her hair. She almost reminded me of a Viking goddess from one of the books I had read. She gave me a gentle smile, patting Presley on his back making him release me from his grasp. She began to converse with him, probably catching him up on what happened while he was gone for all I knew. I noticed that Presley's pack members looked at me with curiosity as I walked with the two, following behind my mate like a lost puppy. She would occasionally look back at me and then avert her eyes back to my mate.

We climbed a few flights of stairs, roaming through hallways, finally stopping at a pair of oak doors, which I assumed was his office. Presley glanced at me then back at the woman, telling who I presumed was his beta, something which warranted a nod in response for her. He opened one of the doors, motioning for me to walk in first. The room was larger than most in my old home, and the walls were lined with dark oak bookshelves filled with books and other items. I wondered what kind of books there were on those shelves. Was it just pack history and other non-fiction books? The windows overlooking the training grounds were covered in drawings. Presley said it was from pups of the pack, easy words for me to know. This made my heart swell with happiness; when we had pups, I wondered if he would do the same for them, putting them on display for other pack members and alpha's alike to see.

The large oak desk in the middle of the room was mostly neat, despite the large stack of paperwork sitting on top of it. I picked up a framed picture; Presley was in between, who I presumed to be his parents. Well, I had met Alexandre Reid before, but I'd never seen August; he was gorgeous, his green eyes reflected my mate's beautiful emerald orbs. Presley's siblings were much younger than him, and they looked like a beautiful mix of the Alpha and Omega.