Secret Identity

chapter twenty

        I yawned, staying calm in the strong arms that are preventing me from moving too much.

Victor's strong arms.

I decided to just relax inside the safety of his clutch.

"Mornin' darling," Victor's gruff voice filled my head.

I hope I didn't wake him up.

"Morning," I giggled, wriggling around in his arms to face him.

Three knocks resonated from the door. Victor groaned in reply before getting out of bed and answering it, whereas I let out a squeak and hid under the bedsheets.

I didn't hide under the sheets because I was indecent; it's just a natural response for me, I guess. I'm wearing one of Victor's shirts and a pair of short pajama shorts.

"There's a note for you, Alpha," The person that is at the door informed.

"Alright, thank you," Victor sighed, taking the note from the person's hand.

"What's in it?" I asked when he sat back down on the bed.

"I don't know," He muttered. "I haven't exactly read it yet, seeing as I just got it."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

Is the sass really necessary?

"Well, then read it," I replied, crawling over to him, but still stayed behind him.

I rested my chin on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him loosely. His hand that wasn't holding the letter came to rest on one of my arms.

"What are you doing to me?" he groaned, his voice still gruff from waking up.

"I don't know," I whispered in his ear. "What am I doing to you?"

His skin feels warm.

        Victor let out a frustrated groan as I walked into his office. It looks like he's re-reading the letter that the pack-member handed to him this morning.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

I leaned against the door once I closed it.

"My parents are coming to the pack-house tomorrow," he huffed, leaning back in his chair. "I completely missed that when I read it the first time."

Is my dear Alpha frightened of his parents?

"You sound like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum," I giggled. "Why is that such a bad thing?"

"They have extremely high expectations for everything," He frowned. "Especially for me, seeing as I am the oldest, and their successor."

Don't parents normally have high expectations for their eldest child? Especially if they're a high ranking werewolf?

"And?" I pushed, walking a little bit closer to him.

"I fear that they may not like you," He whispered.

Is that what this is about? Who cares what they think about me?

"And that matters why?" I said, placing my hand on my hips.

Of course, I want them to like me, but that's not necessarily the most important thing on my mind. If they like me, they like me. If they don't, they don't.

"Because, when they don't like someone, they make sure the person knows it," He replied.

"How so?" I wondered, walking up to him and curling up in his lap while resting my head on his shoulder.

"They act harshly towards the people that they don't like," He grumbled, his hands resting on my hips and shoulders.

So?

"I think I can handle it. After all," I murmured with a soft smile. "I have you to back me up when I need it. Don't I?"

"Always," He whispered, pressing his lips to mine softly. "Always and forever."

"Then I have nothing to fear," I smiled. "Ever."

        "Mother, father," Victor said, his whole body was tense as he brought me closer.

"My dear son, how are you?" the woman cooed, completely ignoring my presence, unlike the man who glared down at me.

This is awkward.

The woman had bright blue eyes, black hair, and looked to be around 5'6. The man had dark green eyes, dusty brown hair, and stood at about 5'10.

I guess I know where Victor got his black hair and green eyes now...

"Who is this woman that you have with you, son?" the man asked, not bothering to hide the distaste in his rough voice as he kept glaring at me.

"This is Elena, my mate, father," Victor answered, resting his arm around my waist and pulling me even closer to him. "The Alpha Female of this pack."

Victor's mother finally decided to look at me, scrutinizing me under her icy gaze as his father stopped glaring at me.

"She has a scar," She muttered.

I stiffened and had to bite my tongue to stop myself from replying.

What does she have against scars?! They show that people are strong and are survivors.

I have quite a few scars, actually. Mentally and physically.

Victor's mother let out a breath before shaking her head slightly.

"And why were we not informed about you finding your mate as soon as you found her?!" she ordered.

"Because I was too busy getting to know her," Victor answered. "And I don't have to tell you every little thing that happens in my life. I do admit that I should have told you, but it slipped my mind because I was getting to know her."

Not to mention the whole kidnapping and coma thing...

"I'm... um... I'm going to go see if the... the people in the kitchen ne-need any help," I stuttered, prying Victor's arm off of me. "It was nice meeting both of you."

"Be careful, darling," He whispered.

"No promises," I giggled, "I'll make sure no one tries to whisk me away though, just for you. Have fun with your parents."

After kissing his cheek I started walking away, making my way to the kitchen.