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Harry's head is buried in my neck, his body practically lying on top of me in his sleep. He's made sure no one enters our room for the past couple days because he's either talking to me or teaching me how to shift. It hurts slightly but he's helping me get used to it. I don't know how to carry clothes yet so I usually shift back to be naked.

He's modest about it though. Occasionally he makes the sly comment about how I have a great 'bum' or a nice chest, but he usually covers me right away on the slight chance one of the pack members walks in on us.

My body is still in my robe and I run my fingers through his curls, his eyelashes light against his cheek. His head is pressed into my neck and I feel every breath on my skin, the warmth radiating from him amazing.

His hand is set on my side, his thumb just beneath the curve of my breast. I don't mind; he doesn't try anything really. My lips press to his forehead, his lips releasing a sigh of contentment. I smile and rub his back, hugging him close to me.

"Alpha Styles, we must discuss something with you," someone knocks, Harry moving his body over mine.

"What is it?" he groans, voice still filled with sleep. He's careful not to put any weight on me and shields me incase whoever is talking decides to walk in.

"It's about the Blue Moon Pack," he says, my eyebrows frowning.

"Give me a minute," he nearly growls, the man walking away.

He looks at me and I grab his cheeks, pulling his forehead to rest on mine.

"You stay here," he says, my eyes looking into his.

"What's the Blue Moon Pack?" I ask, his arms wrapping around me.

"Your father's pack. It's the formal name that I rarely use. All of them have blue eyes, just like you. This is the Gold and mine was the Emerald."

"Why Emerald?" I ask, his finger pointing to his eyes.

"They're apparently an emerald color. But they can change color but I don't let them because it might scare you," he says, my eyebrows frowning.

"How can you just turn it off?" I ask, his lips pressing together as he shrugs.

"They do it when you feel an emotion. It's like a mood ring," he says, my lips curving.

He smiles and kisses my cheek, my eyes watching his switch to yellow. It's a gold color and I smile, adoring him.

"What's yellow?" I ask, his hand coming to brush my cheek.

"Adoration. Most mates look at each other with yellow but I control it mostly."

I smile. "Your eyes just turned yellow."

He blushes and I pull his face down to mine, kissing him before he leaves.

"I'll be here," I say, his body rolling off mine. He gets up and puts a shirt on, my body curling into the sheets more. My sore body is tired and he kisses my cheek before walking out.

As he leaves, a few minutes pass before Gemma comes into my room. "Hi Gem."

She smiles and I sit up, looking at her. "I'm officially mated," she smiles, my arms wrapping around her.

"Congratulations. How do you feel?" I ask, smelling the conjoined scent she now has with Alex. My werewolf senses are insane.

"Good. I brought you some tea. Fresh from the market," she says, my lips curving.

After talking for a while, she leaves and I drink the tea, noticing something inside the packet. I take it out and unfold it, reading it closely.

Didn't anyone ever tell you to always see if anyone has slipped something into your drink? Have a nice sleep, Luna.

I look at the tea string and read the label. 'Made with Wolfsbane' is written on it and I frown, but immediately feel my throat close. I drop the mug and choke, falling to the floor.

Everything begins to feel dizzy and I see Harry, his head turning into four. I can't hear a word he's saying and I shut my eyes, his hand grabbing mine as I go unconscious.

My head pounds as I wake, angered voices filling my ears.

"Gemma, get out of here," I hear Harry, my eyes so heavy.

"Harry, you have to believe me. I had no idea it was in there," she tries but Harry is no match for Gemma.

"You fucking put wolfsbane in her drink! That could have killed her!"

"I didn't know!" she retaliates.

I feel weak, even weaker than I did before. I flutter my eyes open and I see her walk out of the room, Harry's back tense with complete anger. His muscles are even more defined.

"D-Don't be mad," I say, his body bolting to me.

"How do you feel?" he asks, my body all sweaty and sore.

"Weak," I say, his body kneeing beside the bed. He brushes through my hair and kisses my forehead.

"You'll feel weak for a while," he sighs. "We're lucky you didn't drink much."

"Why? What...could have h-happened?" I ask, finding it hard to talk. I'm out of breath really fast.

"It could have killed you. I was so worried and angry. Our room is destroyed; punched the walls and smashed the window," he tells me, my hand grabbing his cheek.

"You're sweaty because your system is working overload to get it out. It's going to take a few days," he says, my head nodding.

"I-It was...my dad. There's a n-note," I say, his eyebrows frowning.

"In the bag...of tea," I say.

"Your father did it?" he asks, my head nodding.

"Not Gemma," I breathe, his head nodding. He pushes my hair off my forehead, his face stern as he looks at me.

"They're going to go after them," he says, my eyes looking up at him.

"What are they g-going to do?" I ask, his hand grabbing my hand off his cheek.

"Find them, destroy their house, and potentially...kidnap," he says, my eyebrows frowning.

"Who?"

He sighs, kissing my fingers.

"Your father's mate," he says, my body trying to sit up but I fail miserably.

"You stay here. You're going to hurt yourself," he groans, forcing me to lie down again.

"You can't. H-He'll kill you," I try, but he shakes his head.

"He won't kill me because I have you. As long as I have you, he knows he can't kill me. You're superior to him, as am I. He kills me, all wolves go after him."

My hand grabs his, forming my hands over his huge one. "P-Please, don't get h-hurt," I tell him, his green eyes soft as he looks at me.

"I won't get hurt. I'm here to protect you Mae," he says, his head leaning down and kissing my lips.

"I'm going to be by your side," he says, my head nodding. My breathing becomes rapid and Harry yells for Isaac, my lips emitting a cough.

Isaac enters and cuts the tip of Harry's finger, setting the blood in a cup. He mixes it with something and has me drink it quickly, my breathing calming down.

"Thank you," Harry sighs, my eyes closing as my body relaxes.

"Mae, look at me," Harry says, my eyes opening to look at him.

I smile at the adoration in his eyes, his lips parting as he looks at me.

"You're something else," he says, causing a raspy laugh to escape my lips. He smiles and I set my hands on his cheeks, pulling his head to me. He starts laughing and I kiss his cheek, his dimple my intended target. He kisses my lips and I keep him close, his hand setting on my waist.

"Okay, look at me," he smiles, my head shaking and pulling him back to kiss him.

"No, no. You need to listen to me," he laughs, pulling away from my kiss.

"No," I rasp, his head nodding.

"Listen, Mae, beautiful," he tries between my kisses, his lips curving.

"Esmae," he says, my lips curving.

"What?" I smile, his cheeks flushing.

"You have to listen to me. I need you to be resting and getting healthy, okay? Your body is very weak and moving can cause you to permanently hurt yourself. I will be with you for whatever you need, but I need you to stay in bed," he says, my head nodding.

"Then you...can stay with m-me," I smile, his hand running over my bare skin on my stomach. I'm wearing some sort of crop top and short athletic shorts.

"Yes, I can stay with you," he says, my hand brushing through his curls.

I smile, finding him unbelievably beautiful. He's so angry around everyone else but when he's with me he's a new person. There is no one else I'd rather be with than him. Whether that's me or my wolf talking, I don't know. But honestly, I don't care. As long as he's beside me I'm fine.

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