The three days were torturous while I tried to keep everyone calm and inside. Everyone was getting on each other's nerves on the last day, and I knew that Bethany Ann wanted to have her own house back, no matter how much she cared about her family members.

I leaned against the door and watched my mate train, still impressed with what she knew and what she was able to accomplish.

She was stunning, through and through, while she punched the punching bag, and I fell more and more in love with her as the days went on. She didn't pay attention to anything, just the swinging bag while she moved on the balls of her feet.

Loud music filled the air, and I knew that the only reason why she had the music so loud was so that she wouldn't have to hear any arguments that happened between her brother and the rest of her siblings.

All she wanted to worry about was punching back and not worry about anything or anyone else, at least until she had to go back to the pack and take over her duties as Luna. She wanted to do that, wanted to mingle with the pack, but she couldn't because she had been locked in here for what felt like an eternity, according to her.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, she grabbed the punching back to stop it from swinging and turned towards the door, noticing me. She raised an eyebrow before she went to turn off the music, and I walked into the room. "What are you doing here?" she asked after she turned off the music and turned back to me.

"Just watching you," I replied. I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head. "Is it a crime to watch my mate?"

Bethany Ann cocked her head and studied me with those beautiful green and silver eyes that made me forget to breathe. "No," she mused. "It isn't a crime, but I didn't expect you to watch me fight." She walked forward and closed the distance between us, meeting me in the middle of the room.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I fell more deeply in love with her while I watched her study me. "I wanted to see you fight," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "So, I watched you fight."

Bethany Ann placed her arms around my neck and hummed, and I instantly placed my arms around her waist. "What is the other reason for watching me fight?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes searched my soul, and I felt naked underneath her calculating gaze.

I cocked my head and leaned a bit forward. "Do you want there to be another reason?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My voice was barely above a whisper, but I didn't care. I knew that she had heard me, even over my pounding heart.

Sparks went up and down my spine while she played with my hair, and her scent captivated my scenes while she was here in my arm. Her lips were pulled back into a small smirk, and I knew that she knew what I wanted to do.

Her lips were calling to me, begging me to take them with mine, and I wanted to do it, but I wanted to see if that was what she wanted. She was my mate, my Luna, and I would do anything in my power to make her feel special, feel respected, even if it was waiting for a single kiss.

"Yes," she whispered. She lifted her head until there was only an inch away from us, and all I had to do was reach down and kiss them. However, I didn't make a move, and she didn't make a move either. "But why aren't you doing?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard her and let out a soft chuckle. "Is that what you want?" I asked teasingly. I brushed my lips against hers, barely kissing them, and pulled away to see her scowling face.

"Damion! Just kiss me and stop playing with these mind games," she snapped, baring her teeth like a wolf. Her eyes flashed a more silver color, and I had to bite back a snicker because I knew that I had pissed off her wolf.

"Of course," I said, my voice breathless. I was about to kiss her when she pulled away, and my wolf whined in annoyance. I cocked my head and studied the scowling female, amused. "What?" I asked, furrowing my brows and cocking my head.

Bethany Ann shook her head and tried to get out of my arms, but I wouldn't let her move because I tightened my grasp around her waist. "If you don't want to kiss me, then just say it so that I can do something else," she said. "Also, let me go." Again, she tried to get out of my arms, but it was futile, for she didn't try hard enough.

"But what if I want to hang onto my spitfire mate?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I knew that I was walking on a thin sheet of ice when she turned her gaze to me, her eyes turning more silver. However, I loved it, and I loved her, proving me wrong time and time again.

Bethany Ann rolled her eyes and blinked, her eyes turning back to the same green color speckled with silver that I knew and loved. "You just love being an ass," she said and stopped moving in my arms. She raised an eyebrow and studied me, and I knew that she could see right through me.

"I'm your ass, though," I said, leaning my head against hers and gave her an innocent smile. "And, I want to see that beautiful smile on your face."

Bethany Ann and flashed me one of her fake smiles before it turned into a frown, and I couldn't help but laugh. "There," she said with a loud huff. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic," I replied, sarcastically, chuckling.

"Good, now give me what I want and kiss me," she whispered.

And this time, I did what I was told to do and placed a deep kiss on her lips, claiming them as mine.