Dawn didn't have the ti to think this through, and she still didn't comprehend the fact that her mate is not only a Commander but an Alpha with a sad past and uncertain future.
However, she knew that staying away from George will break her heart. Every fiber of her being told her that they need to stick together and she had no intention of going against it, no matter what awaits them.
"I will co with you. If you want ."
"Oh, I want. I want!", he exclaid and pulled her into his embrace, unable to conceal his excitent.
For a mont, George thought that Dawn's sorry was for her not willing to go with him, or maybe she would say how he was too complicated, and she didn't want to be with him at all, but she said that she will co with him, and she even hugged him, and that was a good thing.
He chuckled.
"What's funny?", Dawn asked.
He inched away so that he can see her face. "When I ca into the room, you assud I will leave you. And now that I told you my story, I assud you will leave . We need to work on trusting our mate bond."
Dawn laughed weakly and sobbed at the sa ti, and she gave him an ugly smile that brightened his world, just how she does.
"I hope you will love it there, Dawn. I won't mistreat you.", George said. "Estelle is bugging to find my mate, and now that I found you… I know you will get along."
Dawn blinked. For a mont, jealousy and fear mixed in her, but then she heard how that woman will be happy that he found a mate, so that can't be a woman George has at ho. "Estelle?"
George humd. "Rember I told you that Oga hid when I was little?"
Dawn nodded.
"That's Estelle. She also told about who I really am. She is the only one in the Red Moon pack who knows about my identity and when you get there, that will make the two of you.", George said, and a smile sneaked on his lips. "I have my villa there with a piece of land around it. Estelle manages it, and there are a few more Ogas living there. They were all from the Frostcrest pack…"
Dawn listened to George talk, relieved that this Estelle person seed to be an older woman, and she was happy that he shared sothing about him.
He told her about his villa and the staff, and how every Friday evening more people who originated from the Frostcrest pack gather around a bonfire.
"It sounds fantastic.", Dawn said when George finished.
Dawn's heart soared when she realized that George told her his big secret, knowing that if she betrays him, it could cost him his life. That amount of trust spoke more than a thousand I-love-yous.
"George?", she called. Seeing his questioning gaze, she spoke in a low voice, "Is it OK for you to tell about what you plan to do with Alpha Edward?"
His eyes flashed for a mont before his expression softened. If she knew that he was on the verge of giving up before she walked into his life, she would understand that he was alive thanks to her. Literally. And if she decided to betray him, then… so be it.
"My life is in your hands, Dawn. I trust you with everything I am."
Dawn was overwheld, tears pooling into her eyes, but she blinked them away. She thought how it would be embarrassing to cry again. George will think of her as a crybaby.
"Thank you", she said. "I look forward to seeing our ho and eting all the people who took care of you so far. I'm sure we will get along well." Dawn was confident that they were good people. "I am not much of a fighter, and I don't know how things in the Red Moon pack work, but I will do my best to not be a burden. I will cook for you and make sure that a warm al waits for you when you finish with your duties."
George was happy to hear her talk about their life together.
The truth was that George spent most of his ti on the training grounds or in etings with other Commanders and Generals, and he usually ate in the canteen with other soldiers, and sotis even slept there.
Estelle would complain when he didn't co ho for a few consecutive days. She would worry that sothing happened to him.
For George, that villa was a sign of status, and it served for Estelle and other Ogas to have a safe place where they don't need to work hard and be bullied, but now that Dawn was coming, he was determined to spend more ti at ho with her.
After he takes care of Alpha Edward… sohow, George could see Dawn as his Luna, in a packhouse of their own. He was confident that people who originated from the Frostcrest pack will follow him, at least the ones who were attending gatherings on Friday evenings.
They will build a packhouse, and it will be bright and full of laughter, and the two of them will hold each other and watch their pups running around. Pups. His throat went dry, and he felt the pressure in his groin area increasing as animalistic instincts to impregnate his mate kicked in.
"George?", Dawn called when she saw that his expression changed. "Is everything alright?"
He swallowed hard. "Yeah, yeah. It's just that… I'm hungry."
Dawn glanced at the clock. It was early for breakfast, but he was fully dressed and ready for the day, while she wasn't. Well, no matter what the ti was, she could always make sothing quick for him to eat.
"I should get ready so we can eat."
"I want to start my day with dessert. Maybe so cinnamon rolls that only you can provide?"
Dawn rembered that she brought him three cinnamon rolls two days ago, and she was happy that he rembered them. It ant he liked them.
"Uhm… there aren't any left. I could make more but it takes ti. They will be ready by lunchti."
He was amused that she didn't get it. She was the cinnamon roll. She was his cinnamon everything. And he loved cinnamon. He loved Dawn.
George leaned closer and pecked Dawn's lips once, twice… and then he deepened the kiss and his hand tugged the bedsheet to expose her body completely. As his hand moved back to her, he cupped her breast and started kneading with small growls that ford in the back of his throat. Her tender flesh in his palm felt fantastic!
George knew that there were more things they needed to talk about. He should tell her how things are at the Red Moon pack, and there was also sothing about Dawn controlling her aura, but she slled delicious and tasted even better and he wanted just one serving of Dawn. OK. Maybe two. Three at most. And then they will talk.
Dawn realized that when George said he wanted cinnamon rolls, he was not talking about pastry. He wanted HER and she giggled out of pure joy. She had her mate, and he was amazing.
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