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Stop calling me that, little mate,” he says. I look at him, pushing him slightly, which makes him stagger slightly. I get him out of my doorway. I leaned closer, my eyes staring into his. "What should I call you then, Alexander?” I say with my hand still firmly on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat spike a bit. I look at his lips and then back into his eyes. Alexander licks his lips as he moves his top half toward me, “Call me mate,” he says in a husky voice. I know I had to up the game, but I just hope I could manage this without him sensing how turned on I was. I move closer, which takes him by surprise. I move my hand to the top of his pants, and his breathing gets heavy. I look at his lips and back to his eyes and say, “I guess it will have to be Alexander”. ______ Roxie has been gone from her pack for six years until this year she is coming home to meet her brother's mate. Alpha Alexander is best friends with Roxie’s brother Jason, also the one who sent Roxie away, even hurting her feelings in the process. Although he had a good reason to send his mate Roxie away, she was too young to understand him. Now Alpha Alexander can't wait to see his mate back and be with her…… but what happens when Roxie finds out that the person who sent her away and broke her heart is her mate? Will she simply forgive him?

Welcome Home Mate

We hear some rustling that startles us.

Bex gets up and starts to growl as she sniffs the air.

There was no other wolf here except a deer that must have trod on a branch.

Bex looks out and takes everything.

I had no clue how long we had been sleeping, but I knew we needed to get home as it was dark.

Bex turned and ran back through the forest, making it to the clearing near my Uncle's house. Bex stopped as we stared at the home; there on the porch were my father and Uncle, who were staring back at me.

Bex walks toward the house, and uncle Keith comes toward us with the clothes he left for us. "We have been waiting for you," he said. He places the clothes into Bex's mouth, putting his hand on her head. He gives her a smooth as Bex bumps his hand with her head and grins. She looked toward the porch where my father was watching us. Bex moved away from uncle Keith and walked toward my father.