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.

wrong?" He asked again in a gentle

the letter and sat on my bed. He followed in suit with

hands in silence until he finished. His eyebrows knitted closer together every few

his face as he placed the letter beside him on the bed. I sighed in

He whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

was three. I don't know the exact cause of his death, and I don't quite remember him either. My mom would tell me about him when I was younger, but

eyes, looking even

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

and jovial person, and even after death, she still managed to brighten my life. I felt her absence, but I was never short on love. You don't have to feel bad for me Niall. It's

smile, though the air was heavy. The look on his face would make anyone think that he was the one who

there for you when it all happened." He ran the back of his knuckles against my cheek as he spoke, and a shiver ran through my body at

had Victoria and Luka. Hell, I had a house of nine wolves keeping me 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 my age. The kids are a few years younger than me, and the others are almost twice my

you had a pretty nice

question as

was a wolf before I joined the packlife, but I was too young to even understand what that meant. My sister never got the

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

weirdly worked out. After my dad died, it was just me and mom. Since my mom was human, she had no idea about

was a very dangerous lifestyle. That's what he

hey I'm definitely

that you met last night was pretty much my other half. My other best friend lives in England. Whenever I go there I have a blast. And though my only blood 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 life they wanted me to live.

as the small smile dropped from my face, which didn't

until yesterday" I

asked, confusion clear in his voice. The last thing I wanted him to think was that

wanted it to be given to me on my first shift, and when I read

glance at him. I saw that he visibly relaxed knowing that I wasn't sad that

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

however, managed to make me feel better by just holding my clenched fists

no doubt trying to make

not Niall. I want to know everything. I want to find out who my dad really was. From a young age, Luka was always convinced that I was from

other wolf. There's no doubt that you are one. Probably Alpha blooded too,

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

this, it opened back those 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? How did he die? What pack blood do I have running through my veins? The questions never end Niall. And I don't think I can ever be at

own voice cracking took me by surprise, and I welcomed the embrace as he