Alpha Niall And His Lost Mate

I woke up on top of the comfiest pillow I've ever felt, with a strong arm draped around my waist.

A smile made its way to my lips as I remembered how perfectly my night turned out to be. Niall's cousin was sleeping in what seemed like a very uncomfortable position on the couch across from us, and Emily was curled up in a single arm chair beside him.

We must've all fallen asleep in the living room last night--or should I say this morning.

So far Niall was perfect. After my initial stage of shock and silence, we spent hours talking, laughing and just enjoying each other's company. I don't wanna talk too soon, but he's everything I dreamt about, and more.

The only uncomfortable conversation we had last night was when he suggested that I had to go back home with him, or eventually go back home with him.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this, but leaving my family felt kinda heart wrenching. I haven't even talked to Victoria about it yet, though I knew she must've thought about it at least once.

I glance down at Niall to see him still sleeping peacefully. He looked so beautiful with his perfectly curled eyelashes and slightly parted lips. Deciding that I didn't want him to smell my morning breath when he woke up, I slowly eased myself from his grasp and ran to my room to get cleaned up.

There was cake frosting in my hair, and something that I wasn't sure even existed. With a slight grimace, I hopped into the shower and scrubbed myself clean. When I've successfully washed my skin, mouth and hair of all impurities, I pulled on my favourite leggings and a sweater before heading back to the door.

Something on my chair stopped my movements, and I slowly pulled my legs towards it and picked up the letter that Victoria had given me yesterday. I read over it once again, stopping at the part where he said I would find my mate and be happy, and I couldn't help the sad smile that tugged on my lips.

It made me realize how much I wished he was here so I could tell him all about Niall. I wished my mom was here so I could see that huge smile on her face when she squeezed the life out of him.

I wish I could see the look on both their faces when I get pregnant a few years from now, and I wish I could see the tears in mom's eyes when I place my baby in her arms.

But I know that wont happen. I was very young when my dad died, so I barely have any memories of him. But I still remembered his beaming smile that would make me laugh when mom took away my candy, and I wanted nothing more than to see that smile again.

I wish I knew more about him so that I could honour him with pride.

So what if he was a rogue? He loved me, and he never did wrong by mom and I. He probably died trying to make a better life for me. And that made him more of a man than no one would ever understand.

"Hey." A voice shook me out of my little wishing trance, and my eyes found the door where Niall was standing.

His face scrunched into concern when he met my eyes, and I didn't even realize that I had been crying.

This was very strange for me. Apart from yesterday when I first read this letter, the last time I cried was at mom's funeral so this was not normal for me. I was sort of a bad ass. But even the toughest people have weak spots.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked once he crossed the room and reached me. For some reason I didn't like him seeing me like this, so I quickly attempted to dry my eyes.

However, his hands stopped my movements by holding onto them and turning me to face him.

in a gentle voice that somehow gave

gave him the letter and sat on my bed. He followed in suit with his eyes still glued on the

patiently, fiddling with my hands in silence until he finished. His eyebrows knitted closer together every few seconds

expression on his face as he placed the letter beside him on the bed. I sighed in delight when he pulled me to his

in an almost inaudible voice. I nodded before

me about him when I was younger, but when she died too it

eyes, looking even more pained.

chuckle at his expression. I knew it was

death, she still managed to brighten my life. I felt her absence, but I was never short on love. You don't have

give him a reassuring smile, though the air was heavy. The look on his face would make anyone think that he was

through. I wish I was there for you when it all happened." He ran the back of

happy. Even though I looked and acted differently, they treated me like family. I never had a chance to feel lonely even though none of them are exactly around

you had a

his question as I remembered how I

too young to even understand what that meant. My sister never got the chance to grow up with

me and mom in town, Luka arranged for us to live here with them. I guess you could say fate brought us together, because Victoria had

had no idea about finding a pack for her half wolf daughter. And even if she did, there was no way she

up without a pack, I would've automatically been considered a rogue, and that was a very dangerous lifestyle. That's

I'm

blood relatives are Victoria and her son,

small smile dropped from my face,

until yesterday"

do you mean?" He asked, confusion clear in his voice. The last thing I wanted him to think was that I was sad because I met

it to be given to me on my first shift,

saw that he visibly relaxed knowing that I wasn't sad that I

life I've never given much thought about who my dad was, or who I really am. When I read what he wrote, I suddenly wanted to know everything. And can you blame me? There's obviously a lot I don't know about myself

sides as I got frustrated yet again at the thought. Niall, however, managed to make me feel

mumbled sweetly, no doubt trying

always convinced that I was from a high ranking family. And now since I'm mated to you, I know for

There's no doubt that you are

was no Alpha, Beta or Gamma family with the name

doors. Why did he become a rogue in the first place? Why didn't he tell my mom anything? Why doesn't he want me to know about his pack?

cracking took me by surprise, and I welcomed the embrace