Chapter 12

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)

Stepping into the house was like being transported to a cozy log cabin in the woods, for as big as the house was, it truly had a “homey” feel to it. The foyer had a double staircase going up either side of it, all made of wood, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” I whisper.

“Thanks, mo grá, this is our home, the packhouse is just about a five-minute walk away. My parents have a house near there as well, but this is just for you and me.” He states, kissing my temple.

We walk deeper into the house as he shows me the living room, dining area, and kitchen; the open floor concept is something that I love. The living room boasts a huge TV because of course Rian is a man who likes sports, such a cliché if you ask me. The living room has a huge deep gray U-shaped sectional that could very well seat a dozen people comfortably. The dining area has a huge table that seats a dozen people as well and has a vase of wildflowers sitting in the middle as decoration. Walking into the kitchen, I’m impressed with the appliances, and I get excited to learn to cook.

“I'm going to learn to cook all of your favorites so I can use the shit out of this kitchen. It’s so pretty!” I squeal.

“Wait, you don’t know how to cook?” Rian asks.

“Of course not, my siblings and I weren’t allowed in the kitchens because we would get in the way, so I never learned but I’m going to start learning now!”

“Oh, Goddess above, that’s not happening. You may poison me!” He says with a laugh.

“Go deep throat a cactus dick head,” I told him.

He blanches at my words. Yeah, that’s right asshole, fuck with me and find out.

“Goddess babe, I was only kidding.” He states.

“Don’t care. Now I’m going to go look at the rest of the house and you are going to sit here and think about what you’ve said and apologize to me when you understand that you aren’t funny.” I say, stomping away from him.

I walk up the stairs and check out the bedrooms, each bedroom is relatively stark with only the essential furniture in them which I assume means that they are guest rooms. I get to the end of the hall and open the door to the last bedroom and gasp, it’s beautiful. There’s a huge California King bed with a black steel bed frame that contrasts nicely with the crisp white linens, and there is a small couch at the foot of the bed as well. The sitting area houses a couch, a large television, and a beautiful armoire. There’s a huge walk-in closet that has been organized to within an inch of its life, which makes me want to take some of Rian’s stuff and move it around because I’m childish and petty like that. Walking out of the closet I open the door to the right of the closet and see the most beautiful bathroom ever, with a huge soaker tub that could probably fit five people in it. The shower has multiple shower heads so you can have water coming at you from all directions, with a bench where I can sit and shave my legs. The double sinks are far enough apart that the middle looks like I could use it for a vanity area, it already has a small chair under the counter.

I’m startled out of my admiration of the bedroom and bathroom when I hear someone clear their throat. It’s Rian.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings downstairs when I made that comment about you learning to cook.”

“Thank you,” I reply curtly.

He doesn’t understand how badly that comment hurt me and honestly embarrassed me, I’m just thankful that his parents weren’t with us when he said that. I understand that I have lived a very privileged life having maids and servants and chefs to do everything for me, and it’s embarrassing that I don’t know how to cook or do anything for myself as other people do. I will forever be thankful for the life I lived because I know that others grew up in a completely different way than I did, without the money or privilege of a noble position. I didn’t notice that I had begun to cry until I felt sparks along my cheek from Rian brushing my tears away.

“I’m sorry baby. Can you talk to me about what’s going on? I want to help fix it.”

“Your comment about poisoning you with my cooking really hurt, I’m already embarrassed at the fact that I don’t know how to do basic things like cook or do laundry but that just kind of rubbed it in my face and makes me feel like no matter what, the outcome will be horrible,” I mumble.

Rian pulls me into a hug and rubs my back softly, trying to help calm me down.

“Baby, you will be wonderful, but you don’t have to cook. I do have a chef that comes in and cooks for me and I do have maids that come and clean the house for me as well. So, you don’t have to do that stuff.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that I WANT to do this stuff. I WANT to cook for you, I WANT to clean this ridiculously huge house, I WANT to do your laundry. I want to do the normal things that people do every day.”

“If that’s the case, then I can have the chef come in and give you cooking lessons until you feel confident in your abilities in the kitchen. I could also have a maid come in and show you how to do laundry if you’d like.”

I know it sounds silly but I’m happy that he is willing to indulge me when it comes to this. I don’t know if it’s the mate bond or not, but I have this urge to take care of him like June Cleaver on Leave it to Beaver or some shit.

Yeah, it’s totally the mate bond. Gets you all into the societal gender roles like “Me man, you woman. I bring home bacon, you cook bacon.

Well, this mate bond is ridiculously sexist then, isn’t it?

You got that right sister. We will need to change that because I love the smell of the fall of the patriarchy!

Woah there my furry little anarchist, before we dismantle the patriarchy we may want to mate and mark Rian and Stark.

Oh yeah, we should probably do that.

I shake my head at my silly wolf. Dismantling the patriarchy, one mate bond at a time I suppose. I’m broken out of my conversation with my wolf hearing a low chuckle coming from Rian.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“Nothing, it’s just cute when you have a conversation with your wolf. You stop in the middle of whatever you are doing or saying to have a conversation with her.” He answers.

I roll my eyes at him right as someone knocks on the door frame of our bedroom and it’s Killian.

“Hey guys, the staff is coming up here with all of Morrigan’s things. Do you want them to unpack your stuff?” He asked me.

“No, that’s something that I would like to take care of please,” I reply, my cheeks turning pink knowing what I have packed in one of my suitcases.

“Okay.? Why are you blushing Morrigan?” Killian asks.

“Blushing? Psh, I’m not blushing, you're blushing!” I chuckle nervously.

“Is there something you don’t want anyone to see, baby?” Rian asks, enjoying the fact that I am once again being embarrassed.

“No, not at all. My bags are open books, go through them to your heart's content.” I reply, hoping he won’t call my bluff.

“Okay, that’s settled then. The staff and I will unpack your bags for you.”

Well damn, that did not work out the way I wanted it to.

“NO!!! I can do it.!” I practically screamed out, and the boys rolled their lips trying to suppress their laughter.

Ugh, if I could find a rock to crawl under I would. Just you wait, Rian, revenge is a dish best served cold. *Please insert maniacal laughter here* I pull on my magic and with a faint pop I turn myself into a spider, I crawl my way up Rian’s leg to his face. Neither he nor Killian has realized that I shapeshifted because they are too busy laughing at me. Well, who’s going to get the last laugh now fuckers?! Right as I reach Rian’s face, Killian notices that there’s a spider just chilling on Rian’s cheek. He takes his shoe off.

“Killian, what are you doing?”

“Don’t move dude. There’s a spider on your face.”

Rian stiffens, and I can feel the tremors coursing through him.

“Fucking get it off, Killian. Fucking kill it.”

With that, Killian throws his shoe and hits Rian in the face, completely missing me in the process.

“Ouch, fucker! I didn’t mean for you to hit me in the damn face with your shoe! Is it gone though.?” Rian questions.

“Nope, I’m still right here big daddy Alpha,” I whisper in his ear, he didn’t know that in any form I transform into, I can still talk.

“AHHHHH MOTHER FUCKING MORRIGAN GET THE FUCK OFF MY GOD DAMN FACE AND STOP FUCKING POOFING INTO A SPIDER!!!!!!” Rian yells.

I jump from his face and back onto the floor where I “poof” back into myself.

“Are you two done teasing me now?” I ask.

“Yes, baby.”

“Yes, Luna.”

“Good, now leave so the staff can bring up my bags.”

With that, the boys shuffled out of the room, Killian leaving his shoe behind on the floor.