Malia Pierce at the age of nineteen was alone, constantly moving in fear she would be hunted down and found by her tormentors. She is the Alpha's daughter of the Phobos pack, where father, and his whole pack despised her just for her existence. He b...
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True to my word, I walked back upstairs to my room, armed with a loaded plate of food. Knocking on the door before entering, I waited until I got a response, but none came. Concerned, I slowly opened the door and peered my head inside.
"Malia?" I called out quietly before entering the room. All of the lights had been turned off but the television was playing on a low volume. I recognized the familiar cartoon characters dancing and singing across the screen about being their guest. Quietly walking over to the bed, I set the warm plate down and the eating utensils.
Smiling to myself, I noticed that Malia had her back to me and had taken the liberty to change into one of my shirts, sleeping soundly on our bed. The comforter had been pulled over her body and over her nose and she was cuddling with on the plush pillows. Brushing my thumb gently across her cheek, I gently shook her with my other hand.
"Malia." I quietly called out to her once more. "Wake up, Sweetheart."
She mumbled something incoherent and slowly sat up. My heart throbbed at the sight of her, how much beauty she radiates without even trying. Her hair was slightly messy and her face was a light shade of pink from sleep. When she reached her her hands up to rub her eyes, I thought that she was absolutely adorable. Mid yawn and stretch, she finally noticed my presence and jumped.
"I-I'm sorry." She panicked and frantically began to dig through the bed, as if looking for something.
"No, you're not."I sat next to her on the bed, grabbing the remote before she could grab it. Leaning back, I turned up the volume and set the plate in between us.
"What?" She asked me, eyes widened.
"You're not sorry because there is nothing to be sorry about." She looked as if she wanted to protest against me but she stayed silent. Grabbing on of the forks, I stabbed a piece of steak and held it in front of her.
"What are you doing?" Eying the fork in front of her face.
"Feeding you." I said and brought the fork closer to her face. She eyed it warily before trying to take the fork from my hand. Pulling it back, I waited for her to put her hand down and I brought it back to her face. Knowing not to reach out again, she opened her mouth and took the piece of meat. Finally handing her the fork, I took one of my own.
"What are you doing?" She asked again, after she swallowed the good that was once in her mouth.
"We are going to eat and watch this movie." I said and plucked stabbed a piece of steak. "Then, I'm going to hold you and talk until we fall asleep."
"But, why?"
"Because that's what mates do." I responded, almost as confused as she was. Did she not understand?
"What exactly do they do?" She asked, scooping up some mashed potatoes.
"Well, they do a lot of things." I said, not really knowing how to start. "They are very special to each other. They care for each other and make sure the other is safe and happy at all times. They comfort each other when they are sad, scared or when they just want to hug or cuddle. Mates complete each other and make each other happy." I finished.
