Alpha Niall And His Lost Mate

"Oww Niall! " I screamed in pain as I pulled my head away from him.

The look of terror crossed his features as his eyes darted from me to the comb in his hand.

"Wh-what did I do?" He asked, sounding confused but it was undeniably cute.

"If you haven't noticed, my hair is curly" I retorted in a sarcastic tone and he gave me a 'duh' look. "So, my dear mate, you cannot attack my hair from the roots first. You have to start from the ends and make your way up. Everyone knows that"

"Well I didn't" He mumbled as he pulled me back to him and kissed my forehead. "So I'm sorry"

"It's okay. You were just trying to help and it's my fault that it's so tangled. I hadn't brought a comb to it in five days" I laughed at how lazy I am with my own hair.

It's just like what Victoria said, I had to take care of myself now and she's not here to comb my hair for me. And everyone knows I'm useless with it.

"Yet you still managed to look great throughout all those days" Niall added, making butterflies erupt in my tummy.

He had a tendency to do that often, and I never got sick of it.

"You never fail to make me feel special don't you?"

"Well you are." He replied, placing yet another kiss on my temple as he gently began to untangle my hair like how I showed him.

I liked when he gave me small kisses.

We have yet to kiss on the lips, though that was very unusual for werewolf mates given that it has been a whole week since I got here.

Even though we stayed in the same room, things were very PG. Again, unusual for mates. I guess he didn't want to scare me off by rushing things, and I respected that.

We would go to bed around nine every night, and he would hug me from behind or lay facing each other then talk for hours.

We talked about ourselves mainly, since we were at the stage of getting to know each other; but we would talk about random stuff also like, what if the mirror is actually the right side of the world.

Overall, things were good so far even though he was busy most days with pack work. He would take regular breaks in the day to be with me, but the majority of the time I was alone.

The only friends I had here were his parents and Jared, and since Jared would always be working too, I was mostly alone unless his mom visits.

could naturally relate to her since everyone from my previous home was a couple years older than

I needed to be out more. And since I was getting familiar with Niall's packlands, I was able

and I was more than surprised at how beautiful and modern

I did. I only brought a

daughter-in-law. She

still steering clear of each other and

the kitchen or on my way to see Niall in his office, but we treated each other like ghosts. She never even spared me a glance or let that big mouth yap

my second night here, I felt when he left the bed since I was a very light sleeper. At first I thought that he was going to the bathroom, but when he left the room, I followed

and I was pissed. I felt like I just couldn't believe my eyes, so I went after him. But I had to

and I heard him telling her to leave me alone and accept the fact that

her that if she tries to make my living here uncomfortable or hell-like, he would make

because they are literally coming from

it with me there, so that I could look that bitch in the face and smirk

good. I gave them a

and I stood in front of the mirror to see what he had done to

credit for his styling skills for a beginner. He successfully managed to braid my hair in two, giving

him a beaming smile and wrapped my arms around his

my new hair stylist" I whispered, half

don't mind. I already love fixing my queen's crown" He mumbled in response

are too sweet Niall Wilson. When am I gonna meet the side

his head to the side while he rubbed his chin with his thumb as if

a side to me that will make you want to kill me...but

my pigtails hit my nose every time I did it. "No I give you two weeks because you

differ. Because the beautiful woman sitting on me right now is

laughed. "You'll see. I give me

that while he fixed us on the bed so that we were both lying down. It was our regular 'lay down and talk'

finger from my eyebrows to my cheek, then to my lips and chin. He continued to outline my face with his finger while we just stared at

whispered and my cheeks burnt with a blush again. I think my face

grinned and captured his

you are. And I

I won't have to worry about having confidence issues anytime soon." I