A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 75

I informed Zion we were planning his birthday party, but I didn't go into much detail about it. That was the surprise. Aaron picked out his penthouse at the grand central as the venue, hinting there would be less attention as compared to the pack estate.

He also wanted privacy for the pack member at the estate as some invitees would be humans. I liked his suggestion and didn't want anyone having their privacy invaded because of Zion's birthday.

He made sure the security maintained tightness to make sure nothing happens. I was grateful to him for the extra step he had taken to ensure there would be safety and, unlike the other times; I said it out loud.

"Is Zion five or fifteen? This seems cooler than my last birthday?" Diya squealed as she walked up to me with a glass of wine in her hand.

"That must be the whiskey in your system talking."

I informed Diya that the drinks which would be served at the party would be non-alcoholic, and she suggested bringing hers. She asked if there was something wrong with that and I told her no and so she did. She and Greg were the only ones with alcohol content in their fruited juice.

"Bullshit. But this is nice and Aaron seems nicer than I expected him to be."

I didn't tell her about the kiss Aaron and I shared the week that passed. It was a moment of gratitude for being alive, and I had done what I would call an act of weakness. I kissed Aaron Hart, and I liked it. The kiss made me feel more alive than I have ever been. His arms felt like home and provided more comfort than I wanted to admit out loud.

Neither of us had spoken about the kiss we shared last week. We've gone around it as if it didn't happen. A part of me wanted it that way, wanted to deny a reality where I gave in to my desire for Aaron.

Every time I thought back to the kiss, my whole body came to life. I felt as if he was the only one made for me and my body and mind welcomed the thought of him.

"I'll go meet up with Greg. He's probably wondering where I took myself to this time," she said and made her way from beside me.

I stood at the corner watching the few kids who turned up and their families. A few in attendance were Diya, Greg, Lionel, Sesi, Ivan and the parents of the ten other kids celebrating with Zion. Six I recognize from his school but the other four were Aaron's doing. They were in his place and, according to him, had bonded will with Zion in the last few months. I couldn't complain, a healthy social circle was important for the growth of an individual and Zion had all he needed.

Music and noise filled up the living area where the party held. I haven't seen Aaron since he stepped out to speak to Ivan and Sesi earlier.

"Damor could not make it, but he sent his regards and got this for Zion," Ivan spoke up, handing me a wrapped-up box.

I collected it and thanked him, then moved to keep it with the rest of the birthday gifts the friend of Zion had brought for him.

I dragged a deep breath, "You don't have to tell me what I want to hear and you don't have to lie."

I have thought about the kiss too. That wasn't a lie, and I have thought about what it would be like to have him once again. However, I had to consider the reality before me. Five years ago I was with him, not knowing who he was, but getting together with him now meant I knew and accepted who he was. He was a werewolf and I was human.

'He's still the same man. Judging him just for being a werewolf would mean judging Zion as well.'

Zion would always be Zion in my eyes, my beloved son.

Aaron had a different story.

"You're not alone." I spoke, my eyes flickering from his lips up his gaze, "I have thought about the kiss more than I should have, Aaron."

He took a step closer, and I felt the heat coming off his body and the hairs on my body rose on alert.