Filed to story: Wolf Crying Mate of the Alpha by Jazz Ford
‘No, babe. You’re amazing,’ I say, my eyes twinkling.
Three months later,
Gently waking Ryker up, I cover his handsome face in kisses.
‘I don’t want to wake up, He murmurs. I throw a pillow at his face.
‘Hey! He sits up and throws a pillow back at me. I lean backward, dodging the pillow. I poke out my tongue: ‘Ha! You missed! I tease.
‘Oh, did I?’ He says, jumping out of bed and running toward me, flinging me over his shoulder and whirling us around in a circle.
‘Ryker! Stop? I giggle.
‘You’ll make me sick,’ I say. Ryker stops.
‘Well, you’re no fun!’ He feigns a pout.
‘No fun? We are always having fun, I state.
‘True’ He says, lifting me over his shoulder.
Ryker runs into the dining room downstairs with a grin on his face. I scream his name the whole way down. ‘Ryker!’ I yell, trying not to laugh at his playfulness, Finally, he sits in a chair and pulls me onto his lap.
‘There, I put you down,’ he says, winking at me. I roll my eyes.
‘Did you roll your eyes at me, Luna?’ he laughs.
Everyone at the table eats in silence, smirking and trying to contain themselves at our antics.
‘Since we have the day off, I’d like to take you into town and spoil you, he says, nuzzling his face into my neck. I nod in agreement and kiss his cheek. We finish breakfast and make our way to the shopping strip.
‘Where would you like to go to first?’ He asks. I look around at all the shops and can’t help looking at the ice cream shop.
‘Ice cream! I yell, dragging him across the road.
‘Ice cream? We just ate breakfast! He replies.
‘I know, but you said you wanted to spoil me today, and it’s been so long since I’ve had ice cream, I say, pondering all the flavours I might choose.
‘Ice cream it is! He says. I squeal with excitement.
“Yay! Thank you!’ I say, wrapping my arms around him.
Entering the ice creamery, a lovely shop assistant named Maisie greets us.
Alpha. Luna. How can I help you?’ Maisie asks. I look at the wafer cones and the different ice cream flavours in the glass cabinet.
I’ll have the triple-scoop cone: one scoop of chocolate, one scoop of mint, one scoop of vanilla, and one scoop of the rainbow, please. Make it massive!’ I tell Maisie. I surprised Ryker with my order.
‘Astrid, that’s a lot of ice cream for a werewolf,’ he says, his hands in his pockets, as he waits patiently. Maisie scoops four different flavours of ice cream into a wafer cone just for me.
‘I can’t help it. I’m so hungry,’ I say, my arms folded against myself, as I lean against the glass, watching Maisie add the last scoop of the rainbow to my wafer cone.
‘Here you go, Luna. That’s yours, Maisie smiles. I’m instantly in a cheerful mood, taking the ice cream from her. I bite into it without hesitation.
“Thank you so much, Maisie, I say, happily skipping out of the store. I sense Ryker rolling his eyes at me behind my back.
I saw that!’ I laugh.
‘Saw what?’ He asks.
‘You rolled your eyes at me, I say.
‘How do you know?’ He asks.
‘I don’t know. I just know that you did it,” I say and continue to eat my ice cream.
‘Where should we go next?’ He asks, licking grooves into a scoop of chocolate ice cream in his single-scoop cone.
‘Medley’s clothing store. I need some new jeans and stuff, I announce. All the ice cream in my cone has already gone, leaving the cone with its chocolate-filled point to be devoured.
‘Okay,’ he says, smiling. I wolf down my cone, savouring the rich chocolate end, and enter the store.
‘Alpha, Luna: it has been a while since I’ve seen you both, Medley smiles.
‘It has been a while, Medley. We have been very busy,’ I say, smiling coyly at Ryker.
‘Of course. I can imagine all the paperwork you have, now that Shady Crest is your territory,’ she says, smiling.
‘Yes, the paperwork has been insane, Ryker laughs.
I’m after some new clothes. All my others don’t seem to fit as comfortably as they used to,’ I explain.
‘You might be interested in our new range over here, Medley says, pointing to a wall of clothing that has just arrived.
Walking over to the new arrivals, I grab a pair of jeans and a shirt I like and hold them in front of my figure in a mirror.
‘This dress is nice, Ryker says, passing me a dress to try on. I enter the changing room, lock the cubicle door, and push my legs into skinny blue jeans..I almost fall over trying to do the zip up.
‘Are you okay in there?’ Medley asks.
‘I think there’s something wrong with the size, Medley. They don’t fit.’ I walk out of the change room in a shirt and skinny blue jeans. The shirt is extremely tight around my bust and my tummy, and the zip and the button on the jeans won’t fasten. Medley and Ryker giggle.
‘Why are you laughing?’ I ask. They cannot c ontain their laughs.
I love the shirt, babe, Ryker chuckles.
‘But it doesn’t fit, I say.
‘ll see what else I can find you, He asks with a cheeky look. I roll my eyes and go back into the change rooms.
‘I saw that! Ryker says.
‘Saw what?’ I ask.
“You rolled your eyes at me, he says. I can’t help but laugh.