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? "

five paintings I've recently made, including the now drying one, made me realise that they looked the same. The small

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

don't mean like that," he quickly defended. "They're beautiful and perfectly painted. Only 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 each of them, and I watched attentively. "There's just a gray, black or white circle in the middle of all of them right? So plain and dull, almost sad. But

"See what Niall? "

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,

even though I

beneath all the smiles and 'I'm okays'

my arms around his neck. "No more talking," I smirked wickedly, pulling

him, and I really didn't want to have the conversation he had been starting. He was

gently bit his lip. He growled sexily as his arms

found out my mate was an art genius. I had to meet her somewhere in the

bottom lip completely between my teeth, pushing down my canines to gently graze the 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 around his

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

you

pushed all my supplies from my desk and grabbed

***

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

gaze back to it, as if saying 'you can get it, you live here

an eye roll, I decided to get it for the sake of the peace. She 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

case it was someone professional, and smooth my ruffled dress as much as possible

I had a visual of our guest, and I almost jumped her before remembering she was

here?" I asked as I gently hugged her, not wanting to hurt

no clue why she was here, six hours away from

I heard what happened and thought

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

just worried about you. He insisted I stayed home

said, a bit surprised as she stood up.

thank you Asia. Always a pleasure being here too. You've gotten so big." Asia

terribly sorry." She sounded so sweet and sincere, and she

killed

her off. "A little bruises never

you need anything? Water? Tea?"

a soda will be nice. Coke maybe?" She beamed, causing me to roll my eyes at her obsession for the wretched

"Sure! Zoey?"

picking up on her

from

awkwardly as

frowned a little at Asia's retreating form. I didn't trust her new found kindness. Even before Victoria came and I could label it as respect, she had been

me wonder if this was her true nature. If underneath all that hatred for me,