Steak and Flirting?

Our food arrives and confuses me because I don’t remember ordering, I look to Noah and he just taps his temple indicating he clearly mind linked our orders. The smell is ridiculously intoxicating, I swear I can feel Star drooling through the bond. Now my eyes have hearts in them. I eat everything probably way too fast to be good for my body. Once finished I lean back with my hand on my stomach, “Oh my god, that was amazing,” I rave. Noah laughs, “I thought you’d like it here. It’s the best restaurant in our town.” Carlos comes back to clear our plates and drops off a desert menu as well. Noah refills our glasses and looks to me, “Any more questions?” He asks. “Yes, of course. But now I’m not sure anyone will have the answers I need since my “kind” is so rare,” I say with air quotes. “I guess, I just want to know more about being a wolf, clearly some things are different but I can’t be that different can I? I mean I still shift and… obviously still have that heat thing. My senses are enhanced but that’s all I really know.” I express my thoughts comfortably as Noah listens intently.

“Well, most of that can be answered with the teacher I’ve assigned to help you learn more about your wolf, shifting, packs and territories. I’ve told them to also not hold back on including some information on our pack as well, I feel that may be helpful for you to transition into the pack…,” he lets that sentence trail off. “Does that mean what I think it does?” I ask and his lips twitch slightly. “You’re still under a probation for now,” he answers. “I see,” I take a sip of wine again, “Why are you doing this for me?” I finally ask, he stares at me as his fingers twirl his wine glass absentmindedly. “Do I think you are a threat to my pack? Yes,” I flinch at that, knowing it’s probably true, “Only because you don’t have control. Control of your emotions or control of your… powers.” He states. “Understandable,” I agree. “We also don’t know much of your kind and obviously you don’t either. That can be a liability and I won’t risk that within my pack, so your contract stands but as I get to know your story better, I have become more… empathetic to your situation,” he continues, “As you stated, you didn’t ask for this and clearly you’re guarded from your short and unfortunate experience in our world.” I stare in disbelief at his words. He’s right, I am guarded, but I’m also desperate to find a place to fit in and learn more about this world I’ve been forced into. “Wow,” is all I can say. He laughs, “Not what you expected?” He asks. “Uh, to be honest, based off my experience, no. But what I do know is that I feel safe around you, and so does my wolf. She actually said yours likes us,” I giggle, I think the wine is clearly taking some effect. He almost spits out his and has to cough a bit as he chokes. “Are you okay?” I try not to laugh but it’s very hard to hide my amusement. “Your… your wolf told you that?” He asks surprised. “Yeah, is that not something normal?” I’m so confused, as per usual. His eyes go wide, “So you can feel emotions,” he thinks out loud, more to himself than me, “I bet your wolf can sense them to with other wolves. Wow that’s….interesting,” he says. “I never thought of that,” I say. “Star do you think that’s right?” I ask her. “It would make sense if that’s not something a born wolf can do,” she replies.

“So your wolf can’t sense that she likes yours?” I ask trying to gain more information and instantly regretted it flying out of my mouth. I need to get a handle on thinking before I speak. He definitely smirks at that and leans closer over the table. “Your wolf likes mine?” His annoying eyebrow arches as he asks with a smile that would wet my panties, if I had any on that is. My eyes grow wide and I stutter trying to back track as fast as I can, “I mean, it’s obviously because you’re an Alpha right? Or it was that heat thing that had us all messed up and confused,” I spit out trying to cover for myself as much as possible. He leans back and rubs his hand over his chin like he’s in thought, the smile still on his face. “Hmmm, not sure that’s how it works little wolf,” he says. My heart is beating too fast for my liking, “Uh, where’s the washroom?” I say trying to run away from this conversation. “Down that aisle and to the right,” he directs me. Again, with a damn smirk in his face.