I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was in a car accident in the middle of bum fuck nowhere and was stuck without service for a while. Like, it was literally in the middle of the night in the woods, no civilization for miles around. Literally the worst place to end up in a ditch. Luckily my son, my dog and I were not hurt but my car is basically screwed at least until spring, but that's another story.

This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Chapter 31: School

Once Amara and the Shaws arrived at home, the Shaws decided to immediately get some rest due to some serious jet lag so Amara showed them all to their rooms. When that was accomplished, she brought her luggage to her own room and started unloading everything. Afterwards, she went to go give Janine and Sonya their souvenirs from the trip. Sonya got a Minnesota keychain while Janine got a little teddy bear holding a stuffed heart that said, "I love Minnesota". They were extremely happy with the gifts. So much so that she didn't have the heart to tell them about her decision to move to Scotland.

Not able to face Ben, she took the asshole certificate and slipped it under his bedroom door before sneaking back into her room. As she settled down onto her bed, she patiently waited for her mate to come while reading her book about learning Gaelic.

About an hour had passed before she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" she called out.

The door squeaked open and Rory walked in. Amara smiled brightly and put a bookmark in her book before setting it on her nightstand. She got up and ran into his arms, kissing him heavily as the scent of cinnamon and ginger filled her nostrils. He laughed into her mouth and hooked his arms around her body to hold her close.

"Did somebody miss me?" Rory asked her.

"Tons!" Amara replied excitedly.

He chuckled and shut the door. "Sonya said dinner will be ready soon," he stated.

"Hmm," she hummed, kissing his cheek. "Do we have enough time for...you know what?"

"Definitely."

Amara giggled and kissed him deeply, running her hands through his curly red hair. Rory shirked his coat off and started unbuttoning his shirt. Once that was off, her hands lingered on his muscular chest and she groaned loudly.

"You are absolutely breath taking," she muttered before sucking on his mark.

He growled loudly and leaned against the door. "Mo caraid, you...mmm..." he grumbled.

Amara giggled and continued licking and sucking on his mark. Rory's hands roamed all over her body and soon her turtleneck was taken off to expose her bra. He grasped the back of it and took off the clasp, then he practically ripped the bra off Amara. She gasped as he grasped her breast to suckle on the nipple, pulling her lower body up close. She leaned her head back and moaned softly as his tongue played with the fleshy nub. Amara yanked him over to the bed and started undressing the rest of him. After that, she pulled her pants and panties down before kicking them off. As they crawled into her bed, Rory kissed her softly on the breast.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said.

"O-Okay," Amara stuttered, doing as she was told.

Once she was on her hands and knees, she felt Rory's hands on her hips as he went behind her. Amara looked behind her at him, seeing a big goofy grin on his face.

"I could get used to this view," he said, staring at her ass.

She laughed and wiggled her hips as she stared at him. This made his eyes darken and he softly rubbed one of her butt cheeks. His other hand went and caressed her mound, making her moan softly. Fingers slipped through Amara's slit carefully and she bit her lip from the pleasurable feeling. When she was wet enough, Rory positioned himself behind her. Amara flinched when she felt his tip enter her.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah," she replied, facing forward.

Rory entered her completely and her hands gripped the bed sheets. He started thrusting slowly into her and she closed her eyes tightly.

"That feels good," she groaned with a sharp intake of breath.

Rory made a deep pump and Amara whimpered. "Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "Do it again."

As he did, she bit her lower lip and looked at him. His hands were gripping her hips tightly. Rory bent over and kissed her shoulder before increasing his pace. He ran a hand up her back and into her long black locks of hair, gripping tightly. Amara grunted and arched her back down as he thrusted into her. As she lowered her chest to the bed, Rory picked up speed. Grunts and moans echoed in her ears as she felt herself get hotter and more wet by the second. He went faster and harder as sweat built up on them both and their chests heaved from the exertion of making love.

Soon Rory flipped Amara over onto her back and reinserted himself, her legs wrapping around his waist and hands entangling in each other's hair. Deep, passionate kisses were placed on their mouths while he rolled his hips against her core. Amara felt her orgasm begin to build and soon enough, she cried out into Rory's mouth as the pleasure of her climax hit. He followed soon after and once he was spent, he collapsed on top of her, kissing and suckling on her shoulder.

"That was amazing," Amara whispered with a giggle.

Rory laughed wheezily. "Yes it was."

He rolled over onto his back and she cuddled up close to him, pressing her ear to his chest. She bit her lip and frowned, thinking about what had happened at the Metallica concert. She'd almost lost her mate to death. Within seconds, his life had almost been snuffed out. The very thought brought tears to her eyes and she sniffled.

"Hey," he said, lifting her chin to look at her. "What's wrong?"

She frowned deeper. "You almost died, mo caraid. I was so afraid for you."

He quirked his mouth to the side and trailed a fingertip along her cheek. "Guess I've grown on you, huh?"

"You've more than grown on me, Rory. I..."

Amara was unsure how to say what she wanted to say. She barely knew Rory, had only known him for two weeks. And yet she felt her heart was full for him. Was it because of the mate bond or did she actually love the man? She had no idea what love even felt like so how could she know for sure? Amara licked her lips as she looked at him.

"...Can I be honest with you?" she asked.

"Always," he replied.

"I don't know what I feel about all this, Rory. I mean...I've never been in love before so how would I know what it feels like?"

He tilted his head up and she watched his adam's apple bob up and down. "Well, if I'm being honest, I've never been in love either. I have no advice to give you on the subject."

"Well, crap," she thought.

There was a knock on the door. "Amara, Mr. Shaw, dinner is ready!" Sonya said through the door.

"We'll be right down!" Amara called out.

The couple got out of bed, quickly got dressed and headed downstairs to the dining room where everyone, including the Shaws, were sitting. Amara's eyes immediately landed on Benjamin who looked like he was fuming to the core. She turned her gaze away and sat down next to Rory at the table. After Janine said grace, everyone started digging in. Amara twirled her pasta on her fork and took a bite, feeling heated eyes on her.

She looked over and saw Benjamin glaring at her and Rory so she upturned her lip a little and gave him a warning snarl. He quickly turned away after relaxing his features and Amara went back to eating.

"So, Amara," Janine said. "Dad said you and Mr. Shaw have some news?"

Amara slurped up her noodles and chewed with a head nod. "Yeah," she said, swallowing the pasta. "We do."

"Well what is it?"

Amara looked over at Rory who had a soft smile on his face. "Well, um..." she began. "We've uh...decided to move to Scotland."

Janine blinked and Sonya gasped while Benjamin widened his eyes. "What?" Janine asked.

"Yeah, um...Rory is retaking his Alpha title and I'm going to be his Luna."

Forks collapsed onto plates and Benjamin scooted out of his chair before storming out of the dining room. Gabriel sighed and shook his head. Sonya blinked wildly and scoffed.

"Amara, you...are you sure about this? I didn't even know Mr. Shaw was an Alpha," Sonya said.

"Well, it's a long story," Rory said graciously.

Skye shifted uncomfortably in her chair and Malcolm pressed a hand to her shoulder. "Yes, a long story for another time," Malcolm said. "But now Rory needs to reclaim his rightful place as Alpha with Amara at his side as Luna."

Amara smirked a little but then she sighed. "I know it's a lot to take in, but yeah."

Janine cleared her throat. "But what about Alpha Franklin? What about his contract to take you?" she asked.

Amara chuckled lightly. "That contract is a fake. He has no legitimate claim on me."

"How do you figure?"

"Well," Amara said, leaning back in her chair. "That contract was supposedly made when I was a baby, yet my father was still training me to become Alpha of my old pack. So, having a contract made for me to be some stranger's Luna doesn't make sense."

"I see," Sonya said. "Well, then obviously the Elders will see through that little scheme of his, right?"

"We're hoping so. That and Amara and Mr. Shaw have fully mated. Only death can break the bond and Mr. Shaw has done nothing to warrant his execution," Gabriel explained.

"So...everything will be okay?" Janine asked.

Amara nodded. "Yes."

Janine clapped her hands with joy. "Well that's good. But...Amara, I can't believe you're leaving."

"I know. But this is what I want." Amara grabbed Rory's hand. "This is what we want."

Rory kissed her hand with a smile. "I wouldn't be doing this if she didn't want this for us," he said to Janine.

A sigh came out of Sonya. "When are you leaving?"

"We haven't really decided yet but some time after the meeting with the Elders."

The conversation continued on as dinner was eaten and soon everyone was done. Amara helped Sonya and Janine clean up the table and wash the dishes. Once that was finished, Amara and Rory went up to her room and snuggled together on the bed to watch tv until it was time for bed.

"Spend the night with me?" Amara asked him.

"Of course," Rory answered.

The two got ready for bed, Rory opting to sleep in nothing but his underwear. Amara changed into a pair of gray pajama bottoms and a black tank top before crawling into bed with her mate. He held her from behind and kissed the top of her head after she shut the tv and nightstand lamp off.


Rory woke up the next morning with his mate in his arms, making him smile broadly. He kissed Amara's cheek before checking the time. He was waking up just in time to get ready for work. As he climbed out of bed, he felt Amara reach for him.

"Don't go," she mumbled sleepily.

He chuckled and kissed her softly. "I have to go to work, mo caraid."

"Oh poo..."

Rory barked with laughter and kissed her again. "I'll come back after work if you want."

"Okay," Amara groaned with a stretch.

He brushed a stand of hair from her face. "Tha thu ro bhrÚagha airson faclan." [You are too beautiful for words.]

She giggled lightly. "What does that mean?"

"You are too beautiful for words."

A blush appeared on her cheeks. "Such things you say, Rory..."

Rory's lips upturned into a smirk. "I love it when you say my name."

He stared down at his mate in awe as she came up and kissed his chin. She was such a gorgeous creature and Rory found it hard to keep himself from undressing her right then and there to have his way with her. His body ached to have her but he knew he'd be late for work if he wasted another minute, so he gave her one last kiss before walking to his clothes and getting dressed. They said their goodbyes and he left the room.

He left the house, got in his car and drove off towards his own place. He'd have to put it on the market or perhaps he could keep it, he had no idea. He'd just moved in and he dreaded the idea of moving once more so quickly, but now that he was to be Alpha again, he could probably pay some movers to help. Or he could just sell all the furniture he'd bought. Or he could sell the house as is. He decided on the third option. He'd get in contact with a real estate agent later.

Mr. Shaw got to his house and quickly jumped into the shower to clean up. As the water was running down his body, his throats became muddled as the stress of the last couple of days left him. Him being stabbed, being put into a coma...that must've been hard on Amara, poor thing. Rory could only imagine how hard it would have been for him had the situation been reversed.

His thoughts drifted to Alpha Franklin and it made his blood boil. There was no chance in Hell that he would allow that man to take his mate. Amara was his and his alone.

"Getting pretty possessive of your mate, aren't you?" Darragh asked.

"I suppose so. Is that a bad thing?" Mr. Shaw asked.

"No. Amara likes it when you get like that, remember?"

Rory chuckled. "Oh yeah. Goddess, what a woman."

"Yes. Her wolf, too. Dakota is absolutely perfect."

After finishing with the shower, Rory completed his morning routine like brushing his teeth and shaving. He then dressed in a gray suit with a white button shirt and a black tie. After putting product in his curly red hair, he got his suit shoes on and gathered his school items before leaving the house. When he arrived at the school, the first thing he did was go to the teacher's lounge to scrounge around for some breakfast. He opted for coffee and a blueberry muffin.

"Ah, hello Mr. Shaw," one of the teachers said as she walked in.

"Hello, Miss Humbrey," Rory said. "How was your weekend?"

"Oh, same old, same old. How was yours?" Miss Humbrey asked.

"Oh, nothing eventful," he lied, digging his teeth into the muffin.

More staff clambered in to eat breakfast and soon Mr. Anderson walked in. He gave Mr. Shaw and the rest a nod before grabbing something to eat and leaving. One of the teachers whistled.

"Man, he is not happy," one of the teachers said.

"What do you mean, Mr. Hultz?" Miss Humbrey inquired.

"Well, he had to suspend two students last week for fighting in wolf form in the girl's bathroom. You didn't hear about that?"

"Oh, I did. Debra Mason and Amara Jenson, the cursed wolf."

Rory did not like where this conversation was going.

"Yeah. I heard Debra and Amara were fighting over the basketball game incident. I can't believe she was allowed to stay on the team," Hultz said.

Mr. Shaw felt his fists clench tightly. "Shut them up or I will..." Darragh warned.

"Who, Debra?" Miss Humbrey asked.

"No. Amara. That...scent problem of hers is unnatural" Mr. Hultz replied.

"Well, what do you expect? She's cursed."

Mr. Shaw narrowed his eyes. He did not like the way these people were talking about his mate and future Luna. His teeth began to grind as the teachers continued discussing Amara in a negative light.

"How dare they talk about her that way! I'll kill them!" Darragh snarled.

"Oh come now," Mr. Farley interrupted. "Amara is a good kid. You guys shouldn't be talking about her that way."

"Yeah, it's not her fault that she's a black wolf," Mr. Pyke added. "Besides, some people think black wolves are blessings."

"Yet no one knows why," Miss Humbrey said.

"I know why," Mr. Shaw interjected.

Everyone looked at Mr. Shaw with confused looks. "You do?" Mr. Pyke asked.

"Yes. They provide very strong offspring," Mr. Shaw replied. "Black wolves themselves have superior abilities and Amara's the fastest runner in the pack." Rory swallowed hard. "Or so I hear."

Mr. Farley nodded. "Well, you're not wrong. Amara is our fastest wolf, but how do you know about black wolves providing strong pups?"

"...It's common knowledge in my pack back home," Rory lied.