My Little Mate

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You guys are amazing! My Little Mate is at 50k + reads and I cannot thank you all enough! <3 Also I'm at 550 + followers. Before this book I was at maybe 420. You mythical people's inspire me so much for my writing.

So for those of you who read the authors note, hey. What should the ship name be between Darren and Blaire? I want to see what you all come up with.

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Any ways, this is so long I'm sorry! On with the chapter!
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Darren's POV

After I gave Blaire dinner, I helped her get ready for bed. I told her to brush her teeth, which she didn't end up doing. I picked out pajamas that we had gotten from her shopping trip. These silky shorts and a loose tank top. After, I set her in bed and pull the covers up over her before walking to my office.

I go sit at the computer and sigh. Shopping had tired me out too, though I would never admit that. But Lilian just doesn't know when to stop. She just keeps going, my poor Blaire couldn't even walk by the end. Her human form is just so weak. It hurt me to see my mate like that.

I glance at the calendar. Two weeks until our big alpha meet up. Basically, all the alphas here in the US and all the alphas in Canada got together for three days a year. We would talk about rogue problems or any other arising problems and then leave.

But, it had become a requirement to take your mate. The thought of taking Blaire to a place full of alphas... I don't know if I even could. She'd die of her fear.

I sigh in frustration, not knowing what to do... Hm... I can always ask the neighbouring pack in Canada. My borderline was split into three section. Canada, a Canadian pack happened to be there too. The strongest Canadian pack there was. The alpha of that pack is my best friend. Though we never told anyone that.

The other two sections were US packs, they were also very strong packs. Not as strong as mine or the Canadian pack though. Thinking about it makes me proud, my pack. I love them, despite how rude and uptight I am with them. I'd die for anyone in my pack.

I pick up the phone and call my good friend. I needed some support. That's what I needed. Some man to man support. It sounded strange, but that's what I need.

"Hello?" Alpha Jace Rathbone grunts when he picks up.

"Hello." I answer.

"Darren," his tone sounds welcoming. "How are you?"

"Alright. Well... I have a problem." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. How do I even start explaining my problem? Like, oh, I met my mate. She was a rogue and she's scared of every fucking little thing I do!

"I as well. Tell me of yours then I shall share mine." Jace says lowly.

"I found my mate. But she's..." I groan. "She's so frustrating." I growl. "She is so scared of just fucking everything! She was a rogue, and she's so weak, it hurts to look at her. I just don't know how to deal with her! I can hardly touch her, I can't growl, I can't yell or act rude or mean in anyway without her bawling. Our big meeting is only two weeks away and alphas absolutely terrify her. I don't know if I can even bring her along. But oh goddess, I'll do anything for her. She's beautiful and she's got these eyes and this hair... And she's so perfect. I feel so sorry for her and the urge to protect her it's so strong. I'm so soft around her, it's not like me. To my pack I'm, well, I'm a normal alpha. To her I'm a completely different person. What happens when she realizes I'm so cruel? I'm sorry, I'm ranting like a girl would."