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.

asked again in a gentle

how to explain it to him, so I just gave him the letter and sat

my hands in silence until he finished. His eyebrows knitted closer together every few seconds until I saw that he

pained expression on his face as he placed the letter

lost your dad?" He whispered in an

his death, and I don't quite remember him either. My mom would tell me about him when I was younger, but when she died too it all just seemed to vanish. I didn't have any other way to know

look me in the eyes, looking even more pained. "You

chuckle at his expression. I knew it was sad, but it doesn't hurt like

managed to brighten my life. I felt her absence,

reassuring smile, though the air was heavy. The look on his face would make anyone

you when it all happened." He ran the back of

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

a pretty nice childhood

his question as I remembered how

young to even understand what that meant. My

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 no idea that I even existed. Not to mention how she was coincidentally

my mom was human, she had no

I would've automatically been considered a rogue, and that was a very dangerous

hey I'm definitely

relatives are Victoria and her son, everyone treats me like their own. So yep, I was pretty much happy all my life, even without my parents. I missed them, but I was living the

smile dropped from my face, which didn't go unnoticed

until yesterday" I

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

me on my first shift, and when I read it,

to glance at him. I saw that he visibly relaxed knowing that I wasn't sad that I met him. But he still looked

was, or who I really am. When I read what he wrote, I suddenly wanted to know everything. And can you blame

I got frustrated yet again at the thought. Niall, however, managed to

He mumbled sweetly, no

find out who my dad really was. From a young age, Luka was always convinced that I was from a high ranking family. And now since I'm mated to you, I know

doubt that you are one. Probably Alpha blooded too,

packs, there was no Alpha, Beta or Gamma family with the name of Boysen. No one knew a Reagan either. So I just assumed that my scent was just

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? How did he die? What pack

I welcomed the embrace as he held me