Lily’s POV
Two days had passed since Damien and I mated. Layla felt calm within me, relaxed and over all so did I. Two days and I was finally putting the last touches on my wall when Damien walked in announcing that lunch had been made. Reid and Damien had been working tirelessly and had come up with a few ideas on where Kade was hiding out. We were just waiting for the confirmation to go ahead with their plans.
Aria and Reid were constantly at each other’s throat, which was driving us nuts. He wanted to protect her, yet it wasn’t in Aria’s nature to run because things got tough. She knew what she was capable of. And I could tell she needed to see it end, knew she couldn’t relax till she knew for sure it was over. I understood that need, understood exactly how she felt. This whole thing hung over our heads heavily. I would be glad to see it over, no matter how it ends.
Damien walks in the room and stops. He hadn’t been in here for the last two days and he stopped staring at what was once a blank wall. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he nuzzles my neck, inhaling my scent.
“You finished it, It looks great. I didn’t know you could paint so well” He says, staring at the painting on the wall. It wasn’t quite finished yet. It was missing one thing. The painting was of both Damien and I with our wolves at our feet.
“Why did you leave the middle between them blank?” He asks, walking over to it and staring at the grass between both of our wolves.
“Because once we have a pup, that is where they will go” I tell him, making his eyes snap to mine. A grin on his face before his eyes twinkle under the light.
“You want pups?” He asks excitedly.
“Yes, as many as you will give me” I tell him. Layla purring in my head at my answer. She longs for our own family. One with Damien.
“When?” He asks before pulling me to him, his eyes not leaving the painting of his black wolf and my white and black one, the silver in Layla’s fur sparkling under the light, Damien’s black wolf with his blue undertones staring at her. But My favourite part of the painting was Layla’s eyes, my eyes. For years I hated them because they were the first thing people noticed me by, the first thing that told everyone something was wrong with me. I used to think they were a curse but now, having her so close I knew they were a blessing, we were different but that was okay.
Damien showed me that being different was okay, and he loved me regardless of what our pasts were like, the difficulties we faced. He accepted us even when we didn’t accept ourselves, so now those sapphire and Amber eyes no longer made me on edge, no they were much more than that. They showed we survived and found each other that no matter what, we were a part of each other. I always thought Layla was my weakness, only the last few months she showed me she was our strength, and I was hers.
“Layla says soon, she can feel the hormones from the implant leaving our system”
Damien growls softly at the thought of that damn birth control bar, but I can feel his excitement too. He wants pups; he wants this, and I have every intention of giving him what he wants because now I want the same future with him.
“Come, we should go eat,” Damien says before we both hear the doorbell ring. Hear people talking. Making my way down the stairs, I feel Damien become tense making me look at him, when I smell them, the familiar scent of my friends.
Looking down the stairs, I see Amber walk in with Callie. I knew they placed Amber with Callie for the stay and they seemed to be hitting it off well. Like they had been friends forever. But that’s not what Damien was tense for, and it took me a second to figure it out.
Brent walked in and I could tell he was a little tense about coming to the pack house. Damien never hid his dislike for Brent, so I knew that’s what had him on edge. His eyes light up when he spots me on the stairs with Damien.
“Brent” I squeal before racing down the stairs embracing him. I was excited to have my three best friends in one place. Under different circumstances it would be better, but I was excited, anyway. Brent hugged me, inhaling my scent. Damien growled before stalking down the stairs toward us, and I felt Brent tense before removing his arms from around me.
I placed my hand on Damien’s chest and he looked down at me, a frown on his face. “He is only a friend, Damien” Damien shook his head, yes in the past Brent and I hooked up, but it never went further than that and he wouldn’t dare cross that boundary now.
“You’re mated?” He says eyeing my neck, a smile splitting on his face at my mark. Brent was happy for me, he always was. He didn’t care as long as I was happy, and for the first time I truly was. I beamed back at him before noticing his neck.
“You found your mate?” I ask and he nods. Speaking of Mates, I wondered where Amber’s and Callie’s were. I knew not all the blood moon Pack would come, they couldn’t leave their borders completely defenceless.
“Where is Shaun?” I ask Amber and she looks a little sad.
“Dad didn’t want me left alone on another pack with him” She states pressing her lips together.
“Mine is on patrol, I think,” She says, looking at Damien who gives her a nod.
“So who is she, and where is your mystery mate?” I ask, looking at Brent. His eyes light up at the mention of his mate.
“You mean him?” Brent laughs, making my mouth drop.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I had the same expression when I found out my mate was male” Brent says mischievously. I chuckle, but he seems happy, and that’s all I care about. Damien seems to relax a little after hearing Brent has now switched sides.