Chapter Eleven ~ What's happening to me?

Tristan Cole

I entered the office and slumped down onto the couch, while my father was sitting at his desk.

"Hey, dad," I greeted the Alpha.

"Hi son, are you okay?" He asked while looking up from his paperwork.

"Na, not really. I'm finding it hard to cope with everything at the moment," I spoke honestly.

"I know son, I saw what you did to your car just now. You know you're paying for them repairs, right?" He questioned but his voice sounded light and not stern.

I chuckled in response and replied,

"Yeah, I know dad."

He stood up from his desk and strolled over to me, then took a seat next to me on the couch.

"Look, son. I know you're struggling right now, but you're going to be the Alpha of this pack in less than a couple of months. You need to start pulling your shit together." He placed his hand on my shoulder. "The pack isn't going to want you as their Alpha if you're all over the place like this. I can see that you love her, but while she's still human, you know that they won't accept her as their Luna. You need to talk to her and explain everything, then maybe you can be stronger together."

I agreed with him, but I was petrified of telling her everything. I turned to him and asked,

"But what if I lose her, Dad?"

He got up and made his way back to his desk, then gave his simple and blunt reply,

"Then it was not Selene's plan, Son."

Selene was the name of our moon Goddess. Legends had it, that she planned out all of our future mates. She tried to pair up one werewolf with another that would complement them perfectly and make them stronger. It was said that she picked out the most ideal person for you, so that your bond would never be broken.

"I know your right, Dad. I've got to tell her everything. I'm just scared that she won't cope with it all. You know she's had a rough few weeks and she's not herself lately. I had to ignore her and walk right past her just now. It broke my heart, but I knew that if I spoke to her, I was just going to blurt it all out." I leaned forward and rested my head in my hands. "All I want to do is take her into my arms, protect her, and never let her go. I don't want to scare her away, Dad."

I sat back and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Is blurting it out such a bad thing? At least she will finally know and then be able to make up her own mind about what she does, and doesn't want," he said bluntly while filling out some business paperwork.

"She's been finding it tough the last few weeks since being told that we're werewolves. I was amazed at how well she took it at first, but like we all thought, the shock wore off and reality set in. Since then she's been having these angry and uncontrollable outbursts. Her bad dreams have gotten worse too. How can I put more stress on her right now?"

I sat back and looked over at my dad for an answer. He looked up and shrugged.

"Look, there is a lot that you need to be honest about, and she needs to know all of it. Sooner rather than later. Either you do it bit by bit, or all at once. That's entirely up to you, but it needs to be done. For now, maybe you should start by telling her what happened tonight, then go from there."

There was a pause until I finally admitted,

"I don't know if I can, Dad."

I sighed as I waited for his response.

"Son, you just need to tell her the truth," he snapped at me, raising his eyebrows in an Alpha and father, do as I say, sort of way. I got annoyed and replied sarcastically,

"I know, Dad, but where do I start? Oh, by the way Freya, your dreams are real and there was a dirty fucking vampire in your house?"

I snapped my head to the side when I heard a gasp come from behind the door.

"Vampire?" She questioned in a high-pitched voice.

I rushed over and yanked the door wide open.

"Freya!"

Freya Rose

I jumped back when Tristan yanked open the door.

"Freya!" He just stood in front of me for a few seconds, then asked me, "How much of that did you hear?"

"I don't know Tristan. How much did you say?"

I folded my arms across my chest in annoyance.

"I think you two need to talk in private. Maybe you should go out to the pool house. You can talk properly there," Aiden said as he walked towards us, ushering us out of the door with his hands.

"Okay, okay we're going."

Tristan took my hand and gently pulled me through the house.

"Hey, you spoke to him then?" Cassie asked.

"Grrr," Tristan snarled at her.

I squeezed his hand and he instantly looked back at me, I shook my head and mouthed the word stop! He huffed through his nose and rolled his eyes, then carried on pulling me through the living room.

"I guess that's a no then?" I heard Tyler ask Cassie, and I giggled.

We reached the pool house and Tristan took out his keys to unlock the door. He turned to face me and softly said,

"Right, before we go in, I need to prepare you. Okay?"

He waited patiently for my reply, so I quickly responded,

"Um, hm" I nodded along with it.

"It's going to be a long night. I'm going to tell you everything. Are you ready?" He asked while he brushed my hair behind my ear.

"I'm ready," I replied.

"Okay, first things first. Don't be shocked at how the pool house looks, okay? It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday in a couple of weeks," he said as he held my face with his hands, then continued, "I guess now's a good time as any." He paused while he gained his composure then said in a shaky voice, "Freya Rose, will you move in with me?" He asked with a slightly worried look on his face.

I quickly threw my arms around his neck and he stumbled backwards, I guess he wasn't expecting that sort of reaction.

"Yes, of course, I will, I love you so much Tristan," I squealed with pure excitement.

He replied instantly,

"I'm so happy that you said yes."

His words didn't match his tone, they sounded a little sad. I pulled back to look at his face.

"Then how about telling your face that," I joked with him while pointing at him with my finger and circling it around to outline his face.

He chuckled at me then explained,

"No, I really am happy, honestly I am. I'm just scared that once I tell you the truth about everything, you'll want to leave me. I want nothing more in this world than for us to move in together, and that's why I spent months making this place perfect for us," he said while he pointed behind him to the pool house with his thumb.

"The bro's and hoe's frat house?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. He held his stomach while he burst out laughing hysterically.

"The what now?" He spat out in between laughs.

I laughed too realizing what I had just said out loud.

"That's what Tyler and I used to call the pool house when we were younger. Don't you remember? You and your buddies banned us from it, we assumed it was so that you could have girls over," I said while trying to look anywhere else but at him.

I was mortified that I was telling him all this.

But I guess this is a night for honesty, right? I thought to myself as he pulled my chin up so that my eyes would meet his.

"Baby, we didn't ban you because of girls. It was a pack house, you know, for the wolf business. That's why we had to ban you. Tyler was too young, and you were... Are a human." He paused and looked deeper into my eyes like he was searching for something. "Babe, you thought?.... Oh, you don't know, do you?" He asked.

I furrowed my brow not knowing what he was on about.

"Don't know what?" I asked, really not having the slightest clue where he was going with this.

"Come inside baby, I'll start the night off by explaining that first," he said sweetly as he opened the door.

He picked me up bridal style, I placed my arms around his neck then giggled.

"Welcome to our new home, my beautiful, Freya Rose," he said in a husky voice while carrying me into the pool/frat/pack house.

I'll have to think of a better name for it later, but for now, I'll just call it home, I thought with a huge grin on my face.

The place looked beautiful, the walls were a very light gray color and the floor was dark gray slate tiles. The whole bottom floor was completely open plan and the kitchen was gloss white with stainless steel appliances. It had an island in the middle with four gray stools. The living space had a giant TV and a gorgeous light gray corner couch facing it. In front was a white gloss coffee table, and underneath it was a fluffy light gray rug. The dining area had a large white gloss dining table and light gray chairs. I looked around in awe, he had done an amazing job. He'd even had loads of pictures of us printed out in black and white, and then hung them all over the place, the whole house was stunning.

Tristan watched me while my eyes took in every little detail, and a massive smile grew across his face.

"Do you like it?" He asked in a quiet tone and a single happy tear rolled down my cheek.

"Like it? I freaking love it, and I love you," I said and grabbed his face and pressed my lips hard against his. He kissed me, then pulled away and looked lovingly into my eyes.

"You haven't even seen the best part yet," he said with a smirk, then winked at me. I laughed because I knew exactly where he was going with this.

"Oh, haven't I?" I asked in an oblivious kind of way.

"Nope," he popped the p while he shook his head.

"Well, I guess you best hurry up and show me then," I said seductively, then bit my lip.

"Ummm" he growled, "I love it when you do that," he said in a husky voice.

He leaned in and kissed me softly. As I pulled away from the kiss I held onto his bottom lip, then sucked it slightly before letting it go with a pop. He let out a deep rumbling growl then started kissing and nuzzling my neck. He turned around and carried me up the stairs, while I giggled and twitched with excitement.

Upstairs there were two bedrooms. He walked us past one, I managed to get a quick glimpse of it, but to be honest I had my mind and body focused on other things. He carried me into the master bedroom, and it was absolutely breathtaking. To the left, there was a door that led into a walk-in closet, and further along the wall, there was a giant four-poster bed with light gray drapes and bed linen. On the right-hand wall, there was a door to a massive bathroom which had a large walk-in shower. His and hers sinks sat in front of a mirrored wall and there was even a Jacuzzi bathtub. The tiles were in the same light gray as the rest of the house and it had a dark gray slate floor.

Then right in front of me was the most beautiful feature of the entire house. A floor to ceiling glass wall that had a dressing table in the middle of it. That was the view that I would be looking out on, every single day when I did my hair and makeup. It was the best view I had ever seen in my life. You could see the lush woods, and to the left there was a stunningly bright turquoise blue lake. Off to the right and coming across the back of the woods, were huge glacier mountains. It was such a glorious night tonight and the sky was so clear, that you could see the northern lights above the mountains. Throughout the night sky, stunning pinks, blues, purples and greens danced around each other in perfect synchronicity. I was completely mesmerized. Tristan was still kissing my neck, so I tapped him on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Huh?" He let out a questioning mumble.

"Can you put me down please?" I asked politely.

"Of course, babe, what's up?" He asked me with a worried tone.

He placed me gently on the floor, I quickly replied so he didn't have to worry anymore,

"Nothing's wrong babe, look," I said and pointed, and walked over to the glass wall.

I stood there watching in amazement at the beautiful lights, as they swayed and danced their way around the stars. I let out a soft sigh, and said,

"It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Tristan," my words almost a whisper.

He walked up behind me and put both of his arms around my tummy, and then rested his chin on my shoulder.

"You are the most beautiful thing, I have ever seen, Freya," he whispered into my ear.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, then jumped up and swung my legs around his waist. I kissed him passionately while he placed his hands on my ass like he always did. He let out a moan, then deepened the kiss. His tongue traced its way around my lips begging to be let in. I invited it in, and it slipped into my mouth to join my own. Our tongues danced around together in perfect rhythm, just like the northern lights did with the twinkling stars.

Tristan carried me over to the bed and then sat on the edge of it, with me resting on his lap. He held the back of my head with his left hand and the small of my back with his right. He then slowly slid his right hand up my spine until he reached my bra, and within seconds he'd popped it open. I let out a giggle into his mouth, then pulled away. I looked at him with a smirk on my face, then raised one eyebrow at him in a questioning look. He responded with a stupid YouTube quote,

"Yeah, I got skills," he cracked up at himself, and I just rolled my eyes at him. I put my feet on the floor and stood up in front of him. I kicked off my shoes, then pushed him onto the bed.

"Ooo, getting rough? I like it," he said with a smirk, while he lifted himself up onto his elbows to watch me. I snapped an order at him,

"Seriously? Shut up!"

He held an imaginary key to his lips, twisted it, then threw it away.

"Good boy!"

He wiggled his eyebrows up and down in a flirty way then smirked. I pulled my arms out of my bra straps, then slid it through the neck of my t-shirt and threw it at him. It landed on his chest and he sniggered. He placed it on the bed and waited in anticipation of what I was going to do next. I held the bottom of my t-shirt and slowly lifted it up my body, showing him a little bit at a time.

"Mmmm," he moaned with excitement.

I lifted it up past my belly button, then flirtatiously pulled it over one breast, pausing for a second to let it bounce. I then did the same with the other breast.

"Oh, my God!" He growled.

I giggled shyly and I tilted my head back slightly while I pulled the t-shirt up and over my head. I then shook my head lightly from side to side letting my hair shake out. I turned around so that my back was to him, and then unbuttoned my jeans. I bent over, so that I could slide them and my thong over my bare ass, then rolled them down my legs.

"You are, so fucking sexy," he said in a breathy voice.

I stepped out of my jeans and pushed them along the floor with my foot. I then turned back around to face him. Being completely naked in front of him, had me feeling a little self-conscious. I blushed and tucked my hair behind my ear. He smiled at me while I bit my lip.

"Grrr," he growled deeply. "I told you, that I love it when you do that," he said and shot up to stand in front of me.

He picked me up by my waist, spun me around, then threw me onto the bed. I giggled as I bounced a few times. He quickly pulled me by my ankles until my butt was on the edge of the bed. He got down on his knees and gave me a sexy grin.

"Now I'm going to show you, exactly how much biting your lip turns me on."

He gently kissed the inside of my thigh, then trailed soft and slow kisses up towards my hip. He then bit my hip very lightly, making me groan. I felt his sharp teeth scrape gently across my skin. He did the same to my other hip, and I gasped with pleasure, because he'd bitten that hip a little harder than the first one. It wasn't quite enough to break the skin, but close enough. He traced his fingers down my tummy, and my back arched in a perfect mix of pain and pleasure, when I felt his sharp nails delicately scratch all the way down my stomach.

He started trailing sweet kisses up my other thigh, and towards my aching core. Each kiss sent sparks of electricity throughout my body, he then parted my delicate lips and flicked my bud with his tongue.

"Oh, my God, Tristan," I moaned out as he began to suck on it. He then softly pushed his middle finger inside me. I wriggled around on his hand, while he cocked it upwards to find my G spot. He pulled his finger back and forth stroking it, and I gasped with pure pleasure. He eventually pulled his finger out, then re-inserted two fingers.

He carried on flicking his tongue over my bud, first up and down, then around in circles, with the occasional suck for good measure. All of that while he still pounded his fingers into me harder and harder. By then I was wriggling all over the place, the pressure was building inside me and I was about to explode.

"Harder," I screamed out and gripped the bed sheets tightly.

He pounded his fingers into me harder and faster, while he sucked on my bud.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" I screamed breathlessly. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned while he pounded me even harder, then suddenly he bit my bud.

"Tristan!" I screamed out with ecstasy.

I felt pain shoot through me at first, but it quickly turned into a euphoric pleasure as I road my orgasm like a wave. I lay spread-eagled on the bed, with my eyes tightly closed. My legs shook, and my body trembled while I tried to catch my breath. Tristan ran his hand down my stomach, and I jolted at his touch. He laughed and asked,

"Still a bit sensitive, huh?"

My mouth was so dry that I couldn't speak, even if I had wanted to, all I could muster up was a,

"Um, hm."

I heard Tristan stand up, so I opened my eyes to look up at him. He immediately jumped back in shock and horror, his eyes were wide, and his face drained of all its color.

"Tristan, what's wrong?" I asked him, because I was panicked by his reaction.

He walked back towards me and got down onto his knees, he then took his phone out of his pocket and opened up the camera.

"Oh no you don't, you aren't taking pictures of me naked!" I snapped.

"No, baby, trust me please."

He stroked my cheek. I relaxed a little, and he then brought the phone up to my eyes.

Click.

He took a picture of my face. He inspected it for a moment with a confused look, then said,

"Well I know I'm good, but I've never made you do that before."

He turned the phone around to show me the picture. I put my hands to my mouth and I gasped. My eyes were now a brilliant ice-blue color, and each eye had a glowing white circle around the pupil that swirled around like whirlpools.

"Tristan! What's happening to me?"