The Alpha's Mate Who Cried Wolf novel Chapter 11

Pushing him away, I giggle. He smiles and opens the car door. 

"Luna's in first," he says. I roll my eyes and hop into the back seat with Ryker. We're sitting as close as possible. 

"Are you trying to sit in my lap?" I joke. 

"Can I?" He asks. We laugh.

"Let's get the hell out of here," Ryker says. Seth drives toward Shadow Crest. 

"How long does it take to get there?" I ask. 

"Depends who's driving, I guess," Ryker jokes. I give him a look. 

"Okay, okay. Just under an hour," Ryker answers. I yawn loudly against his chest. 

"Sleep, my Luna, you need rest," he whispers, holding me tightly as I drift off to sleep.

It's around 1 am when we arrive at Shadow Crest. I wake up to Ryker carrying me in his arms. It's dark and quiet. 

"Ryker, I can walk, you know?" 

"I know, but I want to carry you," he says with a grin. 

"Put me down, Ryker." He gently puts me down.

We are at the mansion's front entrance. It's three stories high. A giant white staircase ascends to the second floor. The balconies on the second and third floors are to die for, and I admire the white French doors and windows. Manicured green hedges border the mansion, and flowers grace the garden sweetly. A giant water fountain with two wolf statues is a glamourous outdoor focal point.

"This is where we live. This is the packhouse," Ryker says proudly. 

"It's a massive house for just two people," I say.

"Oh, many of us live in this house." Ryker scratches the back of his head nervously. 

"You never said I'd be living in a house with a bunch of werewolves," I say.

"It's normal for the Alpha and Luna to live in the packhouse with the beta, gamma, omega, and the cook. Guests from other packs come and visit too," he explains.