Capítulo 10

Setting aside the picture, Jason walked back to the kitchen. A small, round table sat in front of a bay window with two place settings arranged across from each other. The kitchen was small but not cramped, with everything carefully arranged for function. As he watched, Phoebe plated chicken breasts on top of a mound of rice with vegetables on the side. She brought them to the table, setting them down before heading to the refrigerator. "I don't have any wine. I hope milk is all right."

"Milk is fine," he agreed, though he would have agreed to anything as she poured two glasses before returning to the table. With a nervous smile, she gestured to his chair, "Um... have a seat."

Jason stepped into the kitchen, taking her chair and helping her to sit. When she was comfortable, he carefully moved his place setting so that he sat beside her rather than across, before he took his own seat. Phoebe blushed but remained silent as he surveyed his meal. Tantalizing smells of herbs and oil made his mouth water as he studied a meal that was certainly camera-worthy. Having been the victim of his sister's cooking in the past, Jason was pleasantly surprised by the skill Phoebe demonstrated with this one meal.

"It looks fantastic," he smiled. "Are you a master chef?"

Phoebe blushed and chuckled, "No. My mother used to run the packhouse kitchen. I learned from her."

"And quite well," Jason added before picking up his utensils and cutting into the chicken. "I wish my sister had half your talent."

It was so tender he didn't even need the knife. His mouth was already watering before he took his first bite. The savory flavor exploded in his mouth, punctuated by the clever mix of herbs and seasonings. Even the pack cooks never made anything so engaging.

"So... you have a sister?" Phoebe asked by way of conversation as she cut into her own meal.

"Yes. Lucille. She's a few years younger than me and already mated," Jason said through mouthfuls. "My Gamma, and one of my best friends, was her fated mate. I couldn't tell you who I was more jealous of at the time."

Phoebe stifled a chuckle.

"And you? Siblings?"

"No," Phoebe shook her head. "My parents met late in life. My mother wasn't originally from this pack, so it was pure chance she met my father at all."

"Really?"

"She was the head cook at her original pack too, and my father was one of our foragers and gardeners, so he was the one usually sent out to buy groceries. One day he stopped at a farmer's market and it just happened that my mother was at the same one. They'd both had all but given up on finding their fated mates by the time they met."

Jason smiled, picturing the moment the pair, well out of their primes, came face to face. Aloud he said, "Then they had you."

Phoebe nodded, "My father went to school for teaching. He was something of a scholar and the pack tutor."

"Next you're going to tell me he was an expert piano player."

"No. That was my mother. She loved music."

"Amazing."

Phoebe shrugged, "Is it? I mean, my parents were unranked pack members... just nameless cogs in the machine."

Jason grimaced at the description, but it wasn't wrong. The majority of pack members were unranked, existing somewhere between the delta warriors and low-ranked omegas that did the majority of the grunt work. While delta warriors could advance to gamma fighters over time, other pack members had little hope of advancement unless they were lucky to find a mate in the higher ranks.

"So you learned to cook and music from your mother and garden and read from your father?"

Phoebe nodded, "I went to college after high school for my teaching degree. I guess that's why I decided to look after the pups. I make up lessons for them, keep them busy and out of everyone's way... especially Luna Kristie."

Jason grimaced, "She doesn't seem to like pups in the slightest."

Phoebe shook her head. Kristie had a short temper and there were many in the pack that bore scars from incurring her wrath. Phoebe was determined to spare the pups by keeping them away from their unpredictable Luna.

"So you went to college."

Phoebe nodded.

"That's amazing," Jason said.

"Is it?"

"Yeah, most pack members stick to whatever work they like, but for someone to have the passion to actually go into higher education is pretty rare," Jason said. "You are amazing."

Phoebe blushed at his compliment, making him wonder if anyone had ever expressed appreciation for her skill and dedication before. He, for one, would never stop being impressed by everything she accomplished.

They took turns talking about themselves as the meal continued. After dinner, they moved to the living room and sat across from each other on the loveseat. Normally Phoebe would have washed the dishes immediately, but this time she left them in the sink. Jason fondled her slim hand, listening to her.

"My mother passed away shortly after I graduated. She got sick and just never recovered."

Jason frowned, but it wasn't an unusual fate for aging wolves. While their healing abilities slowed the aging process, it didn't stop it. Their regenerative abilities worked better against injury rather than disease.

"My father only lasted another year or so," Phoebe continued. "But he was never the same."

Jason nodded. That was also not unusual. It was not easy to overcome the breaking of a mate bond, regardless of how. Once one half of the pair passed, the other usually deteriorated and followed rather quickly. While his own father had passed away years ago, his mother was alive and well, but she was a special case. She had a strong desire to watch over her children and was eager to hold her grandchildren before she left the world.

Jason raised her hand to his lips, "I'm sorry you had to go through that alone."

Phoebe gave him a shy smile and a slight blush colored her cheeks. He wasn't sure if it was a reaction to his sympathy or the kiss. Despite the fact she had been rejected, it was clear she had never been romanced.

"How about you?" Phoebe finally asked, hoping to take the spotlight off herself. "What's your family like?"

"Well, I already told you about my sister. Our mother is still alive, though my father has passed on."

"Really?"

"Yeah, that was... five years ago?" Jason nodded. "Not long after I took over the pack, my father began to deteriorate."

Phoebe frowned. Alphas lost some of their prowess once their heirs took over; however, they often went on to live a decent retired life. For Jason's father to have reacted that way indicated the passing of leadership was not amicable, but she didn't think it was her place to ask.

"My father and I never really saw eye to eye," Jason sighed, continuing without prompting. "We had different ideas of what it meant to be Alpha... especially when it came to our Luna."

Phoebe inclined her head to the side.

"He thought I was being stubborn waiting for my fated mate," Jason explained. "An alpha's aura is more potent with a mate, so he thought I should take a chosen one."

"...But you didn't," Phoebe said. If he had, it would have broken their bond, sight unseen.

"I knew somewhere out there was my perfect match. The Goddess is never wrong. But I never imagined she would choose someone as perfect as you."

Phoebe's blush deepened. She looked away, her gray eyes shimmering silver. Her brow furrowed as if having an internal debate. Biting her lip, she slowly looked back at him. Her gaze still shimmered with her indecision. "...Um... can I ask you something?"

"Of course, angel. You can ask me anything."

"Could you... I mean I don't want to push you or anything, so you definitely don't have to... It's just I never did it before so... would you... kiss me?" Phoebe's blush deepened further until she was nearly as red as a beet.

Jason blinked, surprised at the candor of her request, but a smile warmed his expression as Lobo perked up from his near-comatose state. His wolf pressed forward and Jason struggled to keep him in check. As eager as they both were, he refused to overwhelm Phoebe so soon.

Leaning forward, he closed the gap between them. Gently he pulled her close before tilting her chin and pressed their lips together. Her lips were soft, pliable, as he tasted her for the first time. A soft moan escaped her, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, pressing for entry. His tongue slipped into her mouth, curling around hers.

He pulled away slowly, breathing deep, as they sat forehead to forehead. His heart was racing and desires he had laid dormant stirred. He waited so long, every part of him screamed to claim his mate. But he didn't want to scare her. He wanted her willing and ready. "How was that, angel?" Jason hoarsely whispered.

"It was the best first kiss ever," she answered.

He rubbed noses with her, certain he couldn't remove the smile from his face if he tried, "I'll make sure all your firsts are just as good."

Phoebe blushed as the implication of his promise ran through her mind. Her body shivered with eagerness, but she just... she wasn't ready. "...Jason."

"Shh. Whenever you're ready, angel," he assured her. "I'm here."

She shivered. It was all so new to her. No one treated her with such consideration or attention. Was it wrong for her to hope it never ended?

"Angel..."

"Hmm?"

"Can I... stay?"

Phoebe blinked, pulling away from him. Her heart raced. It was difficult to fight the urge to scream "Yes!", but did she dare say it? She had already invited him into her home and allowed him this close. What if he suddenly turned on her? A rejection would be ten times more painful now that she allowed him in. Máni whimpered, though she insisted this time would be different; even she shuddered at the idea of suffering such pain again. What if he tried something she wasn't ready for?

"Just to sleep," Jason suddenly said, sensing her internal debate. "I promise, I won't try anything... I just... I don't think I can sleep knowing you are out here alone, unprotected. I'll sleep on the porch if that's what you want."

"Oh he's so cute when he begs," Máni cooed. "Let him stay. And don't you dare make him sleep outside. We'll sleep better too."

"All right," Phoebe finally said. She was going to trust her wolf.

He smiled, letting out a relieved sigh as Lobo turned circles. They were going to spend the night with their mate! Jason struggled to control their eagerness as a hesitant Phoebe stood and led them further into the cottage.

At the back of the cottage, a short hallway terminated in a small bathroom. On either side was a door leading to a bedroom. To his left was the master bedroom with a full-sized bed and suitably antique furniture, probably over a hundred years old, though no doubt new when originally purchased. Phoebe immediately disappeared inside, returning to the door to shove a bundle of clothes at him, indicating the bathroom, before closing the door.

Jason fought his wolf's disappointment, but he hadn't expected anything different. It was too soon for her to be comfortable changing in front of him. Sheepishly he retreated to the bathroom to look at what she gave him, to discover a plain white t-shirt and flannel pants. Jason smirked. Like most wolves, he preferred sleeping naked, but he understood why Phoebe wanted a few layers between them. Jason leaned over the sink, running cold water to splash over his face, both to calm him and cool his ardor.

"Luke?"

"I'm here. You've been quiet all night. I assumed it was going well. So?"

"I'll be sleeping here."

"So it's going very well."

Jason fought to suppress a growl, "It's not what you think."

"Like hell. It's almost impossible for one to sleep without your mate once you find them."

"Anything to report?"

"Only that the Alpha and Luna here are getting more annoying. The Beta isn't bad but..."

"I know. He seems to be aware of what is going on, but he lacks the authority to keep the Alpha in line or override him. And he's still unmated."

"Yeah, if he was mated it would definitely give his aura a boost, and if it was his fated mate it might even push him over the top."

"Did they buy your excuse for my absence?"

"To be honest I don't know if Alpha Graham even heard me. But Luna Kristie was disappointed."

Jason grimaced.

"Don't worry about it. Just focus on your mate."

"Gladly."