Chapter 143
Chapter 143
Fiona POV
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I blushed as we entered my bedroom. It wasn’t huge by any means but it was still a lot bigger than what the omegas in the pack were accustomed to. Everywhere that he looked there were stuffed bears and plush toys and my room was a feminine rose–pink colour with white furniture and gold undertones. He looked interested as he glanced around and I flushed, grabbing a duffle bag from underneath the bed and beginning to hastily pack my clothes into it.
“I’m surprised to see that your room is so…” he paused and put a hand to the back of his neck, looking sheepish.
He did not finish the sentence but he didn’t have to. I could fill in the blanks. I tried not to laugh as I responded.
“Girly?” I supplied dryly. “I guess that part of me just really likes this color.”
I shrugged as though it was no big deal but I was embarrassed to have a guy in my room. It was the first time that anybody of that gender had stepped foot inside of it, that wasn’t my father. I could feel myself turning a beetroot red the longer he stood there and the more he began to eye everything in it.
“No” he protested thickly and then glanced at me, the two of us smiling at each other in amusement. “Okay, maybe” he admitted lowly, watching me as I continued to pile clothes into the bag. “Do you need help?” he asked, shifting on his feet and looking uncomfortable. I appreciated him asking but all sorts of humiliating scenarios began to fill my head as I considered what he might lay his hands on and what he might constitute as helpful. It was far better if I packed on my owIL At least then he wouldn’t see my undergarments and other embarrassing things.
“No,” I said hastily.
The last thing I wanted was for him to be fingering my underwear. I shook my head and he gave a small smile, perhaps reading my mind. It was a silly thing to be embarrassed over but I was still pure and nobody had seen me as anything but fully dressed. As it was, I had already shimmied into some clothes and given him his shirt back but only after he had turned his back for me.
“What if I grab your toiletries?” he offered, sounding almost desperate to assist me.
I figured that his grabbing my toiletries could not possibly do any harm..
I relaxed somewhat and gave him a nod. “Thank you. I just need my toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, and conditioner” I told him.“It should all be in there, just grab them.”
He vanished into the bathroom. I quickly took advantage of the fact to grab my lingerie and stuff it into the bottom of my bag. He came back and handed me the items I’d requested. I carefully placed them into another bag. He glanced around the room again.
“Are there any sentimental items you might want to take?” he asked quietly.
Sentimental items. As in things that I would care about more than the other items.I carefully perused the room and hesitated. There was a photo in a frame of me and my father, both of us looking towards the camera, our arms around each other and smiling brightly. It was the only photo I had of the two of us. I paused and bit my lip and then shrugging to myself, grabbed it and placed it on top of the bag. I wanted to take some of my plush toys but I didn’t want my mate to think I was being too babyish. He followed my line of sight and then gave a frown.
“Your bears?” he asked slowly, “You should at least bring your Favorite ones. If you want to bring the lot, I can have my Beta,” he glowered at the last word as though his Beta had done something to personally offend him, “pack everything up and bring it with him.”
It was a nice suggestion but I still hesitated to take him up on it. I could not imagine him wanting to have a room full of bears to contend there.
I didn’t want him to go to all that trouble. I wasn’t sure how much room there would be for my stuff back at his pack house. I
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studied the plush bears and then slowly reached out to take my favorite one. It was a raggedy, pink, stuffed bear that had seen better days. According to my father, it had been given to me as a baby and I had loved that thing, dragging it everywhere. It looked dirty but it had been cleaned and washed extremely carefully as I got older. It was one of the few items I had that would bring nostalgia and pain to me whenever I glanced at it. My parents had loved me once, but as I grew older, they grew further and further away from me, detaching themselves as though I was some bug they despised and wanted to get rid of. I carefully put the bear next to the bag and let out a slow exhale. I was finished. All of these few items were what I wanted to bring with me. It looked sad as I eyed them. Even my mate looked upset as he gave a sidelong glance at them.
“I’m done,” I told him shyly as he raised a brow in surprise and motioned to the bags and bear. “This is all I want to bring with me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked slowly. “I don’t want you to be without anything your little heart desires,” he teased, making me laugh out loud.
“I’m sure,” I said with a firmness in my tone.
I would build new memories at the Black Ligntning pack, especially with my mate. I would have new sentimental items and new things I would want to hold onto. I didn’t heed to bring a bunch of baggage with me. What was more important was getting away from this pack and my toxic relationship with my family. I sighed and he reached out, quickly grabbing my bags even as I tried to protest.
“I can carry them,” I said hastily.
It wasn’t as though they were that heavy. I did still possess two working arms. I might have been through a traumatic experience but I still wanted to be helpful to my mate.
“What kind of mate would I be if I allowed you to carry such things? It’s hardly the gentlemanly thing to do” he murmured.
I looked at him and then sighed. It was evident, from the look on his face that he was brooking no arguments. There was no point trying to fight with him. Part of me was flattered that he was going to such lengths to show me how much he liked me. I wasn’t about to complain about his treatment, in fact, I was enjoying it immensely. I was almost half in love with this man already and he hadn’t done much more than treat me with a certain measure of respect and adoration.
“Time to go,” he said decisively and began to lead the way outside.
I followed obediently, my stuffed bear in my arms. We headed to a large SUV and he opened the back door, placing my stuff gently on the backseat. He pointed to the passenger seat and I quickly walked around. He opened the door for me and assisted me inside, placing my seatbelt across me before I could. He shut the door and got into the driver’s side. I heard voices calling my name.
“Fiona!” my fathers and Regan ran towards me. “Fiona, at least say goodbye?” she cried.
I narrowed my eyes at them. My father looked stricken, and the others looked as though I had turned their worlds upside down. Why couldn’t they have shown that much care before I decided to leave? I was in no mood for their pretense now. My tone was flat. “Goodbye.”
They looked upset. “That’s all you’re going to say?” my father asked, my window lowered down.
My mate quickly interjected, sensing my distress. “She did as you asked, now excuse me, but I’m taking her back to my pack. If you want to see her, you’ll have to ask her permission” he growled.
My parents looked tearful as he put the car into drive and began to drive down the long and winding road leading to the
main one.
I glanced out the back window and heaved a sigh of relief. This was the last time I would lay eyes on my old home and part of me couldn’t wait to see what the Black Lightning pack would bring and how it would regard me as a wolf–less pack member. I had a feeling my mate, however, was not going to let me down.
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