Alpha Niall And His Lost Mate

Three days had passed, and everything was going back to normal.

Niall arranged a special section in the pack cemetery for headstones of my dad and Clarissa, so that I could visit them anytime I wanted to. I loved it.

Even though I visited my mom's grave countless times back in Brightwater Pack, I never really had a talk with my dad like I had with her. Even though his physical body wouldn't be there, it was sweet, and I loved him even more for doing it for me.

We were scheduling a pack meeting, where Niall will officially introduce me to his pack and make me a member.

With everything that had been going on, we never got the chance to do it, but now we can since everything is settled. And even though almost every pack member already knew me, I still had to be officially introduced as Luna. I was more than happy and ready to be just that.

This is all I need.

"Hey beautiful."

I beamed at the very voice of the man I loved so much, and I threw my head over my shoulder to see him entering the small room.

"Hey handsome," I mumbled as he leaned in to kiss me. I had paint all over my hands, and I didn't want to ruin his shirt, so I settled with kissing him without wrapping my arms around him like I always do.

"Aren't you hungry? You've been painting all morning... Which is beautiful by the way," he added quickly when he saw my glare.

I had always been defensive of my paintings. People always loved them, but they rarely understood them.

"I'll grab brunch in a bit. I just want to finish this first. "

"What is it? " Niall asked as he cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out my swirls and contours.

I ogled it myself, not really sure why I was making something so...vague.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "It just came from here." I pointed to my head, causing him to laugh, but he had a focused look on his face as he continued to eye my work.

"I think...." he drawled, as I made my final stroke. "I think it's what your mind looks like. "

I scrunched my face up at how cheesy that sounded as I removed my apron.

"No for real, " he insisted. "Just look at it. You don't know what it is, meaning that you painted it subconsciously right?"

"I guess but-"

"And look at the others you've painted over the past three days. They're all similar. As if they are saying something but... I can't tell what."

"Niall you're being dramatic. It's just paint on the canvases." I waved him off. He could always make the biggest deal out of the simplest of things sometimes.

"Then why do they all look the same? "

defended, but one look at the five paintings I've recently made, including the now drying one, made me realise that they looked the same. The small room attached to our bedroom would soon be filled

for help." His eyes widened as I gaped

to such art." I narrowed my eyes with a firm look as he continued. "What I meant was the meaning. Look here..." He pointed at the centre of each of them, and I watched attentively. "There's

"See what Niall? "

tell you through the one way it knows it can reach you--art. " I rolled my eyes as I perched my

" I asked, even though I knew

all the

over his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "No more talking," I smirked wickedly,

conversation he had been starting. He was probably

gently bit his lip. He

to meet her somewhere in the middle right?" He teased back, not even caring that I was ruining his new polo shirt

area, since I knew how much he loved it. I received yet another husky groan from him as he lifted me by my butt and wrapped my feet

are with paint on your face with a paintbrush stuffed into your bun?" He asked between

But you can

all he needed to hear, as he pushed all my supplies from my desk

***

the front door, breaking my eyes from my phone and towards Asia who was sitting across from

looked up from her phone before directing her gaze back to it, as if saying 'you can get it, you live here now

had been oddly calm, non-snarky and polite today--she even told me good morning. And when my best friend, Emily, from Brightwater and I were speaking on the phone, she never grimaced, commented or threw me

professional, and smooth my ruffled dress as much as

delight once I had a visual of our guest, and I almost jumped her before remembering

What are you doing here?" I asked as I gently hugged her, not wanting to hurt her too

accident, so I had no clue why she was here,

wanted to see you. I heard what happened and thought you

knowing he was the only one who could've told her. "I am gonna kill that mate of mine." I gritted out as

insisted I stayed home too. He's not even aware

she stood up. "It's a pleasure to have you

Asia. Always a pleasure being here too. You've gotten so big." Asia blushed at

the accident. I'm terribly sorry." She sounded so sweet and sincere, and she even

killed the real

fine really," Victoria waved her off. "A little bruises never

Water? Tea?" She asked

beamed, causing me to roll my

"Sure! Zoey?"

I asked, not picking up

anything from

thanks." I smiled awkwardly as I

didn't trust her new found kindness. Even before Victoria came and I could

speak unless necessary, but something was different. It made me wonder if this was her true nature. If underneath all that hatred for me, was a decent