Mine to Protect Chapter 27: ENJOY

*Hazel*

All the underwear she has packed are new and very revealing, bought purposely for this trip. The clothes are all short skirts, skinny and low-cut shirts and dresses. No pajamas. A training outfit, sports bra with matching leggings, in a shade of nude pink which will make everyone think I am running around naked. What was she thinking? I get it that she wants me to get together with Derek, but there are other people here too; what will they think of me? Great first impression!

I pick up my phone and try calling my mom again; she does not pick up. She’s so infuriating! I’ll text her to give her a piece of my mind, see if she ignores that too!

“Mom, you are unbelievable! And not in a good way! How could you set me up to this trip, and send me in the wolf’s den with these indecent clothes, if they can even be called clothes? I will be the laughingstock of the whole pack! Thanks!”

I send the text out, and not even thirty seconds later I hear the ping of an incoming message. I look at the screen and see that my mom has replied. That fox, she is not brave enough to pick up my calls, but she answers my texts. Wait until I get back, payback is coming. I read the text, and I feel rage and disbelief flare up inside. I must be adopted; this is the only plausible explanation.

“Dear, you have a nice figure, you should show it off more, especially if you want to impress a certain wolf. Enjoy your weekend and remember to use contraceptives. I have packed them for you. Love mom.”

I decided to soak in the tub, hoping it will help me cool down my temper a little, before I explode and destroy this beautiful building; it would be a shame.

The bath does wonders, I feel a lot better after I get out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel and enveloped in the fragrance of essential oils. I will be heartbroken when I’ll have to leave this room, after the weekend is over.

I rummage through the suitcase and choose the less revealing set of underwear set, I put it on and look at myself in the wall length mirror. I have to admit that it suits me perfectly, it makes my breasts look bigger and the black color makes my skin look fairer. I put on a white long sleeved skinny fluffy shirt, which reaches over my belly button; it has a low V neck, showing a bit of cleavage. I match it with a dark grey leather pleated miniskirt. My mom did not pack any stockings, so nude it is. The skirt is so short that if I bend over, everyone is going to see my black panties; hopefully it’s not windy outside.

Mom has packed me a pair of trainers, but they don’t really match the skirt, so I just wear the heels I was wearing at work, hoping I won’t have to walk too much. I then sit at the vanity table near the bed, and do a simple make up, hoping it will take the edge off the sexy outfit I am wearing, and I blow dry my air, leaving them naturally straight and open.

I had just finished, when I hear knocking on the door. I know who it is before I even open the door. Somehow, it’s like I can feel his presence when he’s close.

I open the door, and I am met with my mate’s god-like figure, my breath itches and my heart thunders. He is leaning with his forearm on the doorframe, dressed in black jeans, black boots and a white shirt, with the top buttons left open. His enticing scent slams into me, and I feel my knees weaken.

He doesn’t seem unaffected either, his eyes darken with hunger and lust, as he trails his gaze on me, like he is undressing me with is eyes. Even if there is not much to undress, really.

I cleared my throat to break the sexual tension between us, and his eyes finally snap back to mine, instead of wondering over my body. At first, he looks confused, like he has been in some kind of trance, and has just woken from it. Then he gathers his thoughts and straightens up.

“You look ravishing,” he says, his voice low and husky. To my dismay, I find it incredibly sexy.

“Thank you. Although, it’s not a look I would have chosen for myself. My mom went all out, packing only my most revealing clothes. I hope I won’t embarrass you in front of your pack,” I mumble feeling mortified.

“I will have to thank your mom for this.”

I frown at him, getting a sexy smirk in return.

“Don’t worry, werewolves don’t care so much about nudity. Shifting into our wolves leaves us often short of clothes, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Well, maybe for you, I’d still rather not have people see me naked, or half naked,” I counter stubbornly.

“If you feel too uncomfortable, I can ask Alice to lend you some clothes. She is a little bit taller than you, but I am sure she can find something that will fit.”

At the mention of this Alice female, he seems to be close with, I feel an irrational pang of jealousy. Derek must have noticed it, because he hurries to explain.

“Alice is my Gamma, she will be in charge of your training for the two days of your stay.”

“Training?” I inquire with an eyebrow raised.

He takes a step back and motions for me to follow him.

“Let’s talk while we head downstairs, everyone is waiting for us. For now, I have not told everyone that you are my mate, I don’t want you to be under too much pressure. Only a few trusted ones know: the packhouse’s staff, my Beta and Gamma. For everyone else, you are a friend and important guest of mine.”

I feel a little sad at his words, although I shouldn’t; he has done it for me, not wanting his pack members to pressure me into becoming their luna. I should be grateful for Derek thoughtfulness, but at the same time, I wonder if he hasn’t divulged the information, because he is not sure himself if he wants me as his Luna. Afterall, I haven’t been raised as a werewolf, I know nothing about their ways and culture. I am not the ideal partner.

“Earth to Hazel!”

I hear Derek say, while he flags his hand before my face. I have completely spaced out; I noticed that we have already reached the first floor, and a beautiful tall woman is standing right in front of me, looking a little perplexed and amused.