When I woke up the next morning, Titus was wrapped securely around my waist. His head lay peacefully on my stomach. I ran my hand through his soft curls. A light sigh escaped his lips. Shortly after his hazel eyes fluttered open. We stared at each other silently. Grey meeting hazel. "Morning." He finally said.

"Good morning." I let out a squeal as he pulled me up, so I was now straddling his waist. I placed the palm of my hands on his chest to steady myself.

He slid his hands up my t-shirt, revealing my underwear. He stopped when his hands reached my waist. The bulge in his pants began to harden. Encountering my most feminine area. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. I felt a wetness forming between my legs.

His eyes slowly changed from his normal hazel to a light gold. His wolf was making an appearance. I dug my nails into his chest, snapping him out of his lustful state. A few blinks later his eyes were back to their normal state.

I hopped off the bed and stared down at him. My wolf growled in my head, at the loss of contact with her mate. The bulge in his pants didn't subside at all. He sat up and faced me. "Why'd you ruin the moment?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on my hips. "Because, if I didn't stop there we wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon." He arched his brow. "And how's that a bad thing?"

I scoffed then turned on my heel. "Males." I said as I entered the bathroom. Titus's laughter could be heard faintly as the door closed shut.

Don't get me wrong, I totally wanted to jump his bones, but I just didn't think the time was right.

I slipped out of my clothes then entered the shower. I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when Titus entered the restroom. His eyes roamed over my body through the glass. "What the hell?! Get out!" I shouted as I covered myself with my hands.

He threw his head back as laughter filled the room. "Didn't know you were the shy type." I rolled my eyes. "F*cking alphas man." I muttered as I turned off the shower.

Titus moved to the sink and began brushing his teeth. I took the opportunity to wrap a towel around me, while he was occupied.

I walked to the sink next to him and started brushing my teeth and washing my face. "You're meeting with my mother today." He stated.

I dried my face with a towel then stared at him through the mirror. "Okaaay. Thanks for planning my schedule for me." I said sarcastically.

A low growl rose from his chest. I sighed then shook my head, trying to change the subject. "What time?"

He looked down at his watch then back at me. "In thirty minutes." I slapped his arm. His eyes went wide, shocked by my audacity. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" I groaned then exited the bathroom.

I walked into the walk-in closet to change into black Adidas pants and a white lose V-neck. I slipped on my black converse then walked back into the room.

Titus was standing by the window on the phone, still dressed in his pajama pants. "Okay, I'll be there in a couple of minutes." He ended the call then shoved it in his pocket.

"Hey I'm leaving." He snapped his head up, eye meeting mine.

He nodded then proceeded to walk towards me. "Okay." He said when he was directly in front of me. He snaked one of his arms around my waist. I gasped when he pulled me to his bare chest.

He slowly brought his lips to mine. Sparks ignited from the contact of our lips. His tongue invaded my mouth, fighting for dominance.

Pulling away, he placed a kiss on my forehead then retreated into the closet. I stood there for a couple of seconds before I finally snapped out of it.

I composed myself then went on my way, in search for Rachel.

***

I ran my hands over the pictures of Titus as a little boy. I smiled when I saw the picture of both of our families. We took that picture three years ago. All of the adults were standing while Owen and I were sitting on the ground. Owen had his arm draped around my neck. Everyone was smiling except for me. I was scowling at Owen from the corner of my eye. I forgot what he did, but he did something to piss me off.

Rachel chuckled when she entered the living room. "I love that picture. It took us thirty minutes to get you and Owen to stop arguing." She placed a tray of bagels and orange juice on the coffee table then sat on the couch.

She gestured for me to join her, so I took the seat next to her. I grabbed a bagel and cream cheese. I was spreading the cream cheese when she began to speak. "So, I invited you here today to talk about your responsibilities as Luna."

I let out a loud groan. "Boring." Rachel gave me a stern look.

"Sorry." I said with a sheepish grin.

She brushed it off then continued. "I'm sure you know a little from growing up with your mother?" I nodded then bit into my bagel.

"You are the mother of the pack. Everyone will look up to you. Everyone will want to protect you." I slumped down further into the seat.

That was nice and all, but the thought of someone risking their life for me made me...uneasy.

"Titus has run this pack by himself for three years. He's done a decent job, but he has the tendency to act on impulse sometimes. And that's not always a good thing."

She placed her hand on mine. "You're the only one who can get through to him."

"Uh, I think I'll leave the pack decisions up to him. I'm not good under pressure." I shot her a tight smile.

She shook her head. "You will learn one day."

"Maybe." I took another bite of my bagel.

Rachel went on about my responsibilities for a good three hours. By the time we finished, I was exhausted. I hugged her goodbye then headed for the pack house.

The moment I entered the pack house I made my way to Titus's office. I stopped when I was standing directly in front of his door. I turned the knob and walked in. To my surprise, Titus was nowhere in sight. I walked to the couch and plopped down on it. I played with my phone for a while to kill time, but eventually sleep overcame.

***

When I opened my eyes, Titus was kneeling in front of me, while playing with my hair. "Hey." I sat up and brought his hands to my lap.

"The pack is going for a run after dinner."

I ran my hand through my hair. "That's cool I guess."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "You guess?"

The truth is, I was nervous about shifting again. It was rather painful the first time. They say it gets easier the more you shift, but this would only be my second time.

I shook my head. "Never mind, let's go eat." He stood then reached for my hand.

I stretched out my arms then stood. I placed my hand in his and we walked to the dining hall.

Chatter ceased when we walked in. We took our seats and dug into our meal. Everyone else followed suit. "So, what did you and my mother talk about?" He asked.

I played around with my mashed potatoes. "Just stuff." I replied.

Titus opened his mouth to speak when Rachel interrupted. "Just Stuff?! Very important stuff." Everyone snapped their head in Rachel's direction.

I chuckled. "Okay, very important stuff." Titus gave his mom a stern look. She rolled her eyes then turned to talk to Zander.

"What did you do today?" I asked.

"I worked with the pack warriors." He bit into his steak.

"Ah, that explains why you weren't in your office." He nodded.

After dinner, everyone left to change into comfortable clothing for the pack run. Everyone was to meet in front of the pack house in twenty minutes.

I was rummaging through the closet when Titus walked in. He walked to his side of the closet then pulled a grey shirt off the hanger. "Here." He said as he tossed me the shirt.

"Thanks." I turned so my back was facing him. I slipped out of my t-shirt and pants, leaving me in only my underwear. A low growl erupted from behind me.

I shook my head. "Control your wolf T." I turned to face him. He was leaned against the wall while his eyes roamed over my body. "Out." I demanded.

He growled but eventually left. I unhooked my bra and threw the shirt over my head. The shirt stopped just above my knees. I slipped on my converse then walked out of the closet.

Titus was sitting on the bed when I walked out. He was dressed in a black hoodie and khaki shorts.

He stood. "You ready?"

I nodded my head slowly.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the house.

***