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? "

at the five paintings I've recently made, including the now drying one, made me realise that they looked the

like a cry for help." His eyes widened as I gaped at him, offended

the purest of talents could ever compare 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

"See what Niall? "

is you. You're painting your heart baby. Your mind has been trying to tell you through the one way it knows it can reach you--art. " I rolled my eyes as I perched my hand on my hip, giving him

" I asked, even though I knew what he

pain beneath all the smiles and 'I'm okays'

my fore finger over his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "No more talking," I smirked wickedly, pulling him even closer to

had been starting. He was probably right, but eventually that little gray, black of

as I gently bit his lip.

her somewhere in the middle right?" He teased back, not even

knew how much he loved it. I received yet another husky groan from him as he

on your face with a paintbrush stuffed into your bun?" He asked between pecks as he

But you can

all my supplies from my desk and grabbed my lips hungrily

***

at the front door, breaking my eyes from my phone and towards Asia

to it,

calm, non-snarky and polite today--she even told me good morning. And when my best friend, Emily, from Brightwater and I

hair just in case it was someone professional, and smooth my ruffled dress as much as possible from me and Niall's session this morning.

visual of our guest, and

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

on crutches from the accident, so I had no clue why she was here,

I heard what happened and thought you

concluded, knowing he was the only one who could've told her. "I am gonna kill that mate of mine." I gritted out as I helped her inside. One minute I was fantasizing about the great sex we had, while in another I was thinking about ways

just worried about you. He insisted I stayed home too. He's not even

bit surprised as she stood up. "It's a pleasure to have

Asia. Always a pleasure being here too. You've gotten so

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

killed

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

Tea?" She

think a soda will be nice. Coke maybe?" She beamed, causing me to roll my

"Sure! Zoey?"

not picking up on

from the kitchen?"

awkwardly as

a little at Asia's retreating form. I didn't trust her new found kindness. Even before Victoria came and I

different. It made me wonder if this was her true nature. If underneath all that hatred for