She found her mother's sundress neatly folded on a white sofa and next to it some clean clothes and a note. She walked over and picked up the note.
The clothes are for you.
~Gideon
She sat the note back down and carefully took the clothes. She walked to the bathroom with the bundle where she scrubbed yesterday's travel from her skin. She ended using his shampoo and body wash as she didn't have the chance to gather any of her things before leaving her old pack. After slipping on her undergarments she pulled on the green T-shirt and the black yoga pants. Surprisingly the clothes fit perfectly.
Emmeline wasn't sure if she should go downstairs or wait for Gideon to come and get her. After a moment or two of contemplating, she she made her decision and decided to find her way around the place on her own. She opened the door and walked down the hall. Noises could be heard from downstairs so she followed it until she emerged in a breakfast room.
Everyone fell silent as they saw her walk in. She played with the hem of her shirt as she looked around from under her eyelashes. Her eyes found her mate sitting at the end of a long table. Drake came up beside her.
"You can sit next to Alpha." He posted at the empty seat next to Gideon. Gideon stood up when he saw his Gamma too close to his mate for his liking.
Emmeline walked slowly to her mate. He waited for her to sit down before he took his seat again. A maid servant came and served her breakfast. She picked up her fork and poked at a cut piece of canelope on her plate before slipping it into her mouth.
"How did you sleep?" She asked trying to make conversation with her mate.
"I slept fine." He murmured in a low husky tone that sparked a fire inside her.
She fell silent and bean poking at her food again.
"Eat." He ordered. Her eyes found his cold ones. She sighed and went back to eating her food.
After Gideon finished eating, he stood and went to speak to a few pack members on the side. His pack wasn't as large as she thought it would be. Judging by what she sees now, there is no more that eighty, including women and children. She quietly observed her mate. He was a tall burly man. His shoulders strained against his black T-shirt and his black denim jeans hugged his derriere nicely.
She but her lip as her eyes roamed the outline of his back and the tattoo peeking out from the collar of his shirt. A stirring began between her legs and she squirmed. Her mate sniffed the air and his body tensed. He turned around to face her and his eyes met hers. They were black again. She quickly adverted her gaze to her plate. Everyone was watching this thing play out and she felt heat crawl onto her face.