"Why did you go down there?"  He growled when we got inside our room.

I looked down.  "I wanted to see you." 

He sighed.   "Samantha...?"  He asked.

"Y-yea?" 

"I'll kill him."  He stated.

"W-what!?  Who?"  I asked.

"Shawn."  He said.

I thought for a moment before remembering Shawn was the man that kidnapped me for a little bit, planning on having fun with me with his stupid friend.

"Oh."  I simply reply.  "Why tho?"

"He touched what's mine."  He growled.

I blushed slightly as he called me his.  I was about to tell him no before I remembered Shawn saying he liked rogues, so I'm guessing he does this to the ones he can catch.   "Can I help?"  I ask.

He looked at me, slightly surprised.  "You want to?"  He asked, raising and eyebrow.

I nodded my head.  "I'll think about it."  He says.  "I'm going to take a shower." 

He walked away and into the bathroom, a moment later I heard the water start.  I sighed, and sat down on the bed.  

I looked to the bathroom door.  He forgot clothes.   I thought, blushing slightly.  Does that mean he's gonna change here...in front of me?   And I'm gonna see his-

I buried my head in my pillow trying to get rid of my thoughts and not think of my mate without anything covering his amazing form....But I couldn't help it. 

I pictured his strong muscular body nude, I sat up and bit my lip, resting my  head on my hand.  I closed my eyes for a second, trying to get a better image, when I opened them again Adrian was standing in front of me, only a towel hanging around his waist.

My face immediately flushed.   His eyebrow was raised and he had a slight smirk on his face.   "I'm sorry did I come in at a bad time?"  He teased.

"N-no why would you think that!"  I nearly yell.

He chuckled and walked towards me.  "Oh mate I can practically see what you imagining."  He started climbing on top of me, causing me to scoot slightly back on the bed.

He took my hand and placed it on the top of his towel.  "But why not really see it?"  He whispered in my ear.  "Its your choice all you have to do is pull the towel off."

I could barely breath.  Just his presence was enough to make my knees weak, but this, this was a lot, his scent intoxicated me and his eyes held me in a trance. 

I opened my mouth to say something, but I was absolutely speechless.  

He bent down slightly, caressing my cheek.  "What little mate?  Why so silent?" 

"...." 

He chuckled before closing the space between us, connecting out lips.  Our mouths moved in sync with each other.

He pulled away.  "Samantha...  I want to talk about your past."

We both sat up.  I sighed.  "Okay....but put clothes on first or I won't be able to thin-  .....  Just put some clothes on."

"Alright."  He chuckled. 

He went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers, shorts and a plain black t-shirt.   I turned around so he could change, even tho he probably would have if I was looking or not. 

Finally he came back around the bed and sat beside me.  "Do you know about your bloodline?"  He asks me.

I thought for a moment.  "I little bit, usually Liam and I were told to never talk about it.   It was always sort of a secret. "  I say.

He nods.  "Thats understandable."

I looked at him confused.  "Why?"

Your packs bloodline was very powerful.  Each individual member was almost as strong as natural alphas.  But an alpha from your pack is about five times stronger than normal ones.  I think your bloodline is called the White Bloods, I heard they were slaughtered,  and then I saw in your memories.  It was a miracle you and your brother escaped.....I'm sorry about your parents...and your unborn sister, as long as the rest of your family and pack."

I looked down and turned away. 

He pulled me in close. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.  We won't talk about it right now." 

I nuzzled my head into his chest.  "I'm sorry, we can talk about it some other time."

He patted my head.  "Nothing to be sorry for my little mate.  Now how about we go get breakfast?"

I nodded my head.  He helped me up as we walked downstairs to the kitchen, rather then the dining room.  "Why are we going in here?"  I ask.

"You'll find out."  He stated.

"Okay?"

He pulled out a chair for me at a small table the was placed in the rather large kitchen. 

I sat down and watched him get a few things out of the fridge and cupboards.  He got out a pan and a spatchula, turning on the burner and cracking eggs in the pan. 

He cooked up two omelets and put them on plates, bringing them over to the table and setting one in front of me.  He sat down across from me with his own dish.  "I didn't know you could cook."  I say.

"You don't know a lot of things about me."  He states.

I took a bite of food.  "Right....Well thank you, its delicious. " 

"Of course." He replied, taking a bite of his own food.

We ate in a comfortable silence as we ate his delicious food.