Tristan and I continued down the hall to our room. When he opened the doors and I stepped in, getting a full view of the room I was in awe. There was a king size bed on the right hand wall and a balcony with french doors directly across from the bedroom door. The wall to the left had three doors. I assumed one was the closet and one the ensuite bathroom. I wasn't sure about the third one though. There was a large seating area that was in a recessed area on the left hand side of the room. A 55” TV hung on the wall between the closet and the bathroom. The whole room was done in forest green with dark brown accents. The carpet was green and plush.

“Wow, this is like its own apartment. All it’s missing is a kitchen.” I giggled and looked back at him with a smile.

“Actually…” He pointed to the mysterious third door. “There’s a small kitchen through there. Nothing fancy, but it’s fully functional.”

“Hmm, is it stocked?”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “We’ll get supplies when we’re out tomorrow?”

I laughed and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “Ok.”

“Come on, we need to shower.” He took my hand and headed for the bathroom.

“Wait, we? As in, at the same time?”

He opened the bathroom door and let it swing open wide. The bathroom was all tile floor with a walk in shower that took up an entire wall. It had three shower heads, one on each end and one in the middle. It had a double sink and a vanity that looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time. There was a tub on the wall across from the shower and of course a toilet. It was done in the same forest green as the bedroom, but with soft white accents instead of dark brown.

“I will stay on my side of the shower and I won’t peek. I promise.”

*I wouldn’t mind if he peeked. We’re going to have to complete the mating process eventually.* Aramyth purred in my head.

*When did you become such a perv?* I asked her, half scoffing.

*When our god of a mate walked into our lives?*

*Shut it!* She wasn’t wrong though, Tristan was a walking, breathing god of a man.

He was looking at me curiously, “Aramyth?”

“Yes, she’s become quite perverted lately.” I blushed a bit.

“Ryder’s just as bad, but I promised we would take this at your pace and I meant it.”

“Thank you, the pack will expect us to be marked and mated sooner rather than later though.”

“Well they’ll just have to be disappointed then.”

I smiled at him and stepped over to the shower, messing with the knobs until I got one of the shower heads on, and to a temperature that would leave me looking like a lobster when I finally got out, “I appreciate that, but I think I agree with Aramyth this time. I wouldn’t mind if you peeked a little. Besides, if I let the events in my life hold me back, then they win, and that sure as hell won’t be happening.”

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Tristan grinned and turned on his shower head, setting the temperature before pulling his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. My eyes raked over him, following the chiseled lines of his chest and abdomen, down to the v-line that disappeared into his sweats and then back up to his face. My own face felt like it was on fire; I was blushing so much.

“Look all you like, Half-Pint, it’s all yours and only yours.” He tucked a strand of my hair that had come loose from my buns, behind my ear and then removed his sweatpants. I averted my gaze after catching a glimpse of him naked including his dick, I was instantly flooded with the urge to jump his bones, arousal pooling in my panties.

I felt his eyes on me as I slipped my sweater and shirt off, followed by my sports bra, next I slipped off my leggings and now wet panties and stepped into the shower.

I heard him step in behind me, running his fingers over my scars as he whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. Everything about you is gorgeous and I can’t wait until you are mine completely.” He kissed along my shoulder, running the tip of his tongue over the spot where his mark would lay eventually. My whole body shuddered under his touch.

I turned and caught his mouth with mine, biting his bottom lip gently. He growled and backed me up until I was pinned against the wall. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct, a moan coming from me as our bodies pressed together. When neither of us could breath any longer he pulled away, his chest rising and falling quickly, much like my own.

“I need to step away, or I will not be able to keep control.” He whispered, kissing me again softly.

I nodded and he set me down, making sure I had my footing before backing away to the other side of the shower. His desire was quite evident by how firm his dick was between his legs. I blushed and turned, pushing my own dirty thoughts away and focusing on scrubbing the dirt and grime from traveling away. Once again I used his products, leaving me smelling of him.

In 10 minutes we were both clean and stepping out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and smiled over at him. He had wrapped a towel around his waist as well and had managed to get his visible desire under control.

“Sorry about that. I did not do a good job of behaving after promising I would,” He grinned at me.

“It’s not all on you. I did, kind of, start it.”

“Mmm, I suppose that’s true. Let’s get dressed, we’re already running a little late.”

I nodded and went to my bag pulling out a pair of gray leggings and a black t-shirt, “I don’t have anything appropriate to wear for meeting your mother..” I turned and looked at him with a small frown.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with will be fine. No one is going to hold you to ceremony here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Alright.” I smiled again and slipped on a fresh pair of panties and a sports bra followed by my leggins and t-shirt. I looked down at my feet, wiggling my bare toes, deciding once again to forgo shoes. When I turned to him again, he had slipped on a pair of black sweats and a white t-shirt.

“No shoes?” I asked him.

“I think we both feel the same way about shoes. They’re evil.”

I laughed and nodded, placing my hand in his when he held his out.

We left the room and headed down the hall. Mat was just coming out of his room, dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. Faith had put on some slacks and a blue blouse, Jake was in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Do none of y'all know how to dress when meeting a Luna?” Faith sighed at us all and shook her head at us like a disapproving mother.

“It’s not like we brought a whole lot with us Mom. Besides, even Tristan is dressed like a bum.”

“Mat! Manners!” Faith scolded.

I giggled, Tristan was chuckling, “It’s fine Faith, really.” he said, “We’re heading to the 4th floor. Follow me.”

Our group followed Tristan, heading down to the 4th floor. The Alpha office was about half way down the hall on the left. Tristan opened the door, letting us all in. Jake and Faith entered first, followed by Mat and then Tristan and I.