Home with The Alpha

Going To Make You Mine

Evan was confused thinking Elijah was looking at Maxine and was ready to fight. But seeing Elijah’s gaze only for the beautiful African American woman he didn’t know had Evan relaxing and telling his alpha a soft congratulations.

Elijah, the tall and handsome man that he was, who prided himself in his control tried to reign in his wolf. Tried to think with a level head on how to approach his mate without scaring her. But then one of his wolves saw Camille and like him, became enticed by her beauty.

Ready to pounce on her and claim the gorgeous woman if not only for the night, had him hyping himself to try and be smooth as he approached. Only, a warning growl from his alpha had the lesser wolf stopping dead though.

Eyes wide as he bowed away in submission, and he instantly fell back. Elijah watching him slink away, he said nothing to his beta and delta who just naturally followed his lead. Waiting as his mate and her friend left the floor, Maxine was talking to someone who knew her family when he placed himself behind Camille.

Running into his chest, she said sorry shyly when she saw the bright brown eyes locked on her. Having noticed them looking at her when she was dancing, Camille shyly admitted to herself she was flattered he’d come and found her.

“Oh darling no need to be,” Elijah promised as he looked down at her with a smile, “I came and placed myself in your way on purpose.” Smirking, she asked, “And why would you do that?” Elijah grinned gently pushing one of her passion twist out of her face, “Because I wanted the chance to talk to you.”

Waving her hand as if presenting something, she announced, “Well here’s your chance.” Grinning liking her already, Elijah held out his hand, “Elijah Smoak.” Camille grinned, “Camille Thomas.”

Their hands touching, Camille felt the warmth rush through her and looked at man in front of her confused. Presence startling, and his skin against her dangerous, she started to ask him if he felt it took. Only to suddenly hear, “We gotta go love.” Seeing Maxine looking stressed, Camille felt hot in embarrassment as she tried to finish sobering up.

But as his mate came down not from drugs but the high of them in their mating heat, Elijah was ramped up to kill. Wanting to hunt down the witch for depriving him of his mate, his delta stopped him.

Evan seeing where his head was and not wanting his mate hurt placed a hand on Elijah's shoulder, “Please don’t,” he softly begged, “I upset her, and she wanted to go. She also said your mate didn’t know anything yet.”

Knowing that meant she had been following the instinct unknowingly, Elijah was almost grateful for the witch then. Knowing he had to play a lot cleaner if he wanted his mate to come home to him, which made Elijah even more excited as he relented his anger, “Then it’s a good thing she stopped me. I was so captivated I didn’t even notice. Anyway,” he looked at the bodies dancing and the few eyes he was catching now that he’d been seen making a connection with someone, he decided, “we’re done here.”

Making a sharp noise, the flirting beta immediately stopped and found himself to the right of his alpha.

“Find out who Camille is to your mate and how I can find her. Immediately.” His order said with a harsh tone before he straightened himself, he headed for the door making his beta and delta follow. As they went outside, the late autumn air was getting colder, and as the car drove past, he smiled.

Seeing his mate in the front seat, he wanted to run after her. But he’d find Camille soon, and then? She’d be his.

Something he declared to her unknowingly as she looked at Maxine acting weird as they drove home.

“Well, that was fun,” Camille had quipped playfully. She looked at the stiff Maxine, “What’s going on? Are you okay?” Barely remembering the guy she’d been talking with; Camille only knew he’d been a handsome blonde and instantly locked in on Maxine. Not sure she remembered if she’d seen her uncomfortable or upset, Camille felt awful as she tried to sober up, “Wait did that guy do something?”

Maxine glanced at her concerned bestie and shook her head focusing on the road barely as the car drove itself, “No. I just…I can’t…he’s… it’s all too complicated.”

Confused since Maxine had told her she was single, Camille wanted to know when it changed to it’s complicated. Not wanting to pry seeing her so shaken up, Camille still promised, “You can talk to me about whatever, whenever.”

Hearing that promise, Maxine squeezed Camille’s hand before dropping her off at home.

Stumbling into the cottage tired, Camille didn’t know there were worried eyes on her back waiting for her to come in until another light went out. She woke up the next morning tired and with a headache, hating Maxine and herself for going out.

Taking a hot shower behind the white sheet and letting the steam clear the fog from her head, she used a coffee to do the job too.

Going for a jog, Camille left her hangover in the wind before she went inside the main house. She found Mrs. Tomsen and Mr. Tomsen about to eat breakfast when she greeted them. “Oh, look who’s back from her night out.” Mr. Tomsen grumpily acknowledged as he stood suddenly.

Watching him go confused and a little hurt by the barb, Camille looked to Mrs. Tomsen, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset anyone.”

Waving the words off, Mrs. Tomsen gestured to a seat, “Ignore him darling, he’s just sensitive right now.” Sitting down with her, Mrs. Tomsen admitted, “We’ve been going through a lot and you’ve been the first change in a long time. I guess he’s just surprised by how easy caring is coming. He waited up until you came home last night…first time he’s done that in a LONG time.”

Camille felt even more awful now, “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful going out last night; I just didn’t want Maxine to go alone and-.”

Mrs. Tomsen squeezed Camille’s hand before dishing up a huge breakfast of pancakes and eggs, “My dear you are the most respectful young woman I’ve ever met. Besides you are an adult, you are more than old enough to do as you please. Going out with your friend and having a nice time is nothing you need to defend.”

After dishing up her breakfast and rejoining her with a coffee, Mrs. Tomsen mumbled, “I guess he’s just a little sore still from-.”

“Your daughter?” Head snapping up in shock, the old woman was shocked as Camille deduced, “The empty bedroom, the third chair, the little girl in the pictures in the living room. It wasn’t until the cottage that it was clear, you had a daughter.”

Mrs. Tomsen nodded as she told Camille about her child, “Her name is Katherine. She’s twenty-one and she’s a great young woman, sweet and funny. Smart and very artistic, always had big dreams and high ambitions.” Mrs. Tomsen frowned looking out at her husband in the field, “She was our only child, we never thought we’d be blessed and then she came one day so unexpected we nearly floated away how happy we were.”

Camille held Mrs. Tomsen’s hand who whispered, “We doted on her and of course spoiled her, not rotten but to the point she felt “clueless”. One day after…well her own troubles she said she wanted to see more, know more about life. Soon enough she was gone.” Her daughter’s leaving had hurt not only her, but her father who had never saw it coming.

Wanting to shelter and protect their daughter they tried to discourage it or go with her. Plan the trip she took their way…

But it was her way that Katherine chose to leave and while it hurt to see her gone? It hurt even more as every day she was gone; she still didn’t call.

“She’s on this new path, and while we weren’t the most supportive? We thought she’d at least reach back out to try and talk to us. But so far nothing…”

Seeing Camille’s concerned eyes, Mrs. Tomsen tried to play as if it didn’t hurt. But Camille saw through the tough words, “It’s fine of course. Children do it every day, they leave home and don’t call. But we just never thought-.” Camille finished, “Such amazing parents would be treated that way? Trust me, I’m just as baffled at the possibility.”

Camille glanced at the older man standing with his hands on his hips in the field. Looking at the cottage she now stayed in, she knew he was thinking of the person he’d built it for. And of course, the true father worried for his baby girl.

“I’m sorry your relationship with your daughter isn’t what you wish, I know the feeling with my own parents.” With her father being a blank and the nuns saying her mother was just a woman who dropped her off and turned away? She didn’t have any connection or love to lean on unlike the young girl out and about in the world not realizing how lucky she was.

After finishing up her breakfast, Camille made sure to step outside and find Mr. Tomsen.

Because while Mrs. Tomsen said she didn’t have to conform to any childish expectations, Camille didn’t want to hurt him. Not if she was going to be staying in his home, one he built with his own two hands.

So, she found him in the field planting and growing for the market. Knowing it was the way he made his income she was careful as she approached. Stopping suddenly, he stood seeing her, “I’m sorry.” He said before she could.

Brushing his hands together to knock dirt from them as he turned and looked at her sadly, “You’re not a child, I had no right to treat you like you are. Or speak to you as if I am your father.” Camille grinned a little as she pointed out, “You put a roof over my head when you didn’t have to-.” David rolled his eyes, “Not a handout Camille, you pay rent. And…yes you are very much molding into our life here. You are becoming like family. But that was no reason to speak to you that way. You’re not some rebellious child and I’m sorry for speaking to you as if you were.”

Grinning, Camille shrugged a little shy, “It was nice. For the first time someone worried about me and cared.”

He smiled sadly that the basic principles of caring was a miracle and happiness for her, “I’m sorry even more that my nagging is a newness. I’ll try not to do too much of it, out of fear you’ll go.” And knowing why he’d fear that, Camille hugged him before promising, “Yeah…sorry. I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.”

Mrs. Tomsen, in the kitchen, looked up to see them hugging and then start gardening together. As they later played checkers, she smiled knowing that while Camille didn’t fill the hole, she eased the pain. So, as she quietly slipped the money given for rent back in her bag, Camille and her husband’s laughter made her smile happily as well.