Heart of the Unknown Alpha by Rae Scott Page B

PROTECTOR she cannot kill people. What’s going on son?”
                  Darian churned and looked out over the moonlit back yard. Nothing made sense anymore.  “I don’t know dad. I met a human woman, she saved me when another wolf tried to kill me. Last night Lluna led her to a lake near here and drowned her. Yet she came to me and had me save her. I don’t get it dad, why would Lluna watch out over a human?”
                  “I don’t know son, but I am sure Lluna has her reasons. Just don’t let this human female distract you. You are going to be Supreme Alpha one day whether you like it or not. You must marry pack to carry on the throne. The Lycan world will not be able to take another unmated Supreme Alpha dying without a blood heir.”
                  “I don’t want to be Supreme Alpha, we both know this. Why can’t you just accept it? I will never accept the title or the position. If that means I can never return to Alpha House then so be it. I would rather live out the rest of my time as just pack anyway.”
                  Darian heard his father’s sharp intake of breathe. No matter how much Darian protested that he did not want to become Supreme Alpha, no matter how badly they punished him, he just could not accept it. “I have to go. Bye Dad.”
                  Snapping the phone shut he tossed it onto the couch and walked outside. The cool breeze didn’t even faze him, looking up at the moon he couldn’t help but ask out loud “what are you up to Lluna?”
     
     
     

Chapter 7 a new life
    The next morning Aryana woke up bright and early. She was thrilled when she was able to swing her legs from the bed and stand without trouble. She was even more thrilled to find her clothing folded neatly on top of the dresser beside the bed.
                  She smiled to herself, this had to have been how Darian had to feel waking up at her house. Was that only a few days ago? It felt like a lifetime had passed since then. Suddenly she smelled it, bacon eggs, and potatoes frying on a stove. She hurried and dressed and crept out into the hall. The stair case was at the end of the long hallway, a door across from her was standing open revealing the bathroom.
                  After a quick detour Aryana found herself once again in the giant living room of Darian’s house. Following her nose she found the kitchen and stopped short at the site of a shirtless Darian at the stove cooking.  He was tanned and his muscles while well defined, were not overdone. She jumped about three feet in the air when he spoke without turning around.
                  “Have a seat. Heard you moving around upstairs, there is coffee on the bar waiting for you.”
                  Aryana slid onto one of the high backed stools at the marble counter in the eat-in kitchen. A steaming mug of coffee was sitting waiting. Next to it was a small pitcher of creamer and a sugar bowl and silverware rested on a napkin. “Everything smells really good.” Her stomach growled loudly at her first sip of coffee. Her cheeks pinked as she hoped Darian hadn’t heard the embarrassing sound. His quiet chuckle told her he had and her cheeks turned even pinker.
                  Soon the food was done and Darian loaded up two plates. He set one in front of her before seating himself and digging in. Aryana for her part started to nibble since she hadn’t really been able to eat much anyway lately but soon found herself loading forkful after forkful of food into her mouth. Before she knew it the entire plate overflowing with food was gone. But strangely she didn’t feel overstuffed. Quite the contrary she felt comfortably full. Shrugging it off as her appetite returning she picked up her dishes and took them to the sink.
    Darian watched Aryana as she cleaned up. She seemed fine today. As sick as she had been yesterday he expected her to