Here's a surprise chapter for you all! Haha.

Picture up top I found really cute, it reminded me of Blaire and Darren!

Now, I get that this is a filler chapter, but my friends, it's the calm before the storm. ;)

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Blaire's POV

I watch as workers walk in and out of the house, carrying what they need. They're making lots of noise upstairs. It hurts my ears sometimes.

My leg only hurts sometimes now and I got the cast thingy off. It made my leg itchy so it was nice to have it off and not need it back on. It's been two days since David died. Darren was hiding it from me, but I found out. He's a very loud man, I heard him tell Wesley and Erik about it. He was really mad too.

Darren is here to watch and make sure the workers don't mess up or if they have questions. They're just making the bedroom beside us my closet. So they have to seal up one door and put one in our bedroom.

I cover my ears and close my eyes as they make lots of noise again. Why can't they be quieter. I'm picked up and I open my eyes.

"Darren!" I smile. "I want cake."

He rolls his eyes. "Of course you do. Can't you wait until after lunch?"

"No."

"But you have to because there isn't any cake in the house. I'll get someone to pick up your favourite, okay?"

I sigh. "Fine."

Darren brings me into the kitchen, setting me down, and he starts making lunch.

"Darren... What are we going to do about the rogues?" I frown. "They've killed too many people."

"I know Blaire, we're looking for them. And it's not just our pack, others are looking for them too. They kidnap strong she-wolves." Darren explains.

"But no one has found them." I sigh.

"We will." Darren promises. "We won't ever give up looking either."

I wait impatiently for lunch. "Can we go shopping after? I would like to try it again, because I'm stronger. And I like clothes."

"Sure. We can get some things for your new closet." Darren says.

"How is David's sister?" I ask quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"David was killed." I whisper.

Darren tenses as he sets my plate in front of me. Chicken fingers and fries, yum. He sits next to me with his own plate, dipping his fries in the disgusting red stuff called Ketchup, as if to stall.

"His family... They're coping." He says slowly.

I don't know what coping means... I sigh frustratedly but decide not to ask. I eat a few fries before Darren speaks up.

"How did you know?"

"You were yelling about it. I was in bed, but you're really loud." I reply, eating a chicken finger.

Darren sighs and nods, running a hand through his hair. He does that a lot, but it doesn't make his hair any different. I watch him for a moment, he's still tense. I purse my lips, do I say anything? Maybe I shouldn't... I go back to eating my lunch.

"What do you need to get shopping?" Darren asks finally, after a long period of silence. Well, not really, the workers make lots of noise.

"Skirts! Glittery stuff and leggings. Ooh and I want the pretty boots Lilian has too." I smile.

Darren kisses my forehead. "You my dear, are adorable."

"Okay?" I tilt my head. I don't know why he said that. I finish my food and glance at his unfinished stuff. I start stealing his fries, or at least, the ones that don't have ketchup on them. "Can we take a picture together?"

"Of course... Why?" Darren looks over, I can tell he's curious and trying to get into my mind. Which I don't let him of course. I really don't like when he's looking at what I think.

"Lilian was showing me pictures on her phone. There are lots of her and Erik. I want to have pictures like that too, I like those pictures. They're..." I struggle for the right word.

"I know what you mean... I think when we're out, we have to get you a phone." Darren comments.

"I would like that!" I smile excitedly.

Darren chuckles, he does that more now then when I first met him. He smiles more and stuff. I like his smile.

We finish what's on his plate before he gets my shoes. I slip them on while he gets a sweater for me. Saying it's too cold outside to go without one. It has been getting very cold outside. I don't like it. I've always hated winter. It made hunting even harder than it already was.

We climb into the car and Darren drives us to the mall, and I'm very excited for the outcome.

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I smile, putting down a few of my bags in my new closet. It's very beautiful. In the middle there's a white rug with a black couch on top. A table next to it. Shelves and places to hang my clothes all over the room.

I plop down on the couch and watch Darren walk in with the rest of my bags.

"Want to start hanging everything up?" He asks with a smile.

"Yes!" I exclaim.

He plays music and together we start hanging up my clothes, which I tell him sternly we must colour coordinate. He keeps messing it up... I think he's doing it purposefully now just to watch my reaction.

"You're cute when you're angry." He says softly as I try explaining to him the shirt it not orange it's pink! Or... Coral! That's the colour!

I hang the shirt up in the right spot and sigh.

Darren comes up and wraps his arms around me from behind. I lean against him, liking this.

"I love you little one, you know that right?" Darren asks softly, kissing the back of my neck.

"I know. I love you too." I reply quietly, my eyelids fluttering.

"How's your leg?" He asks, moving his hands and resting them on my waist, spinning me around to face him.

"Fine." I murmur, looking up at him.

"And how do you like your new closet?" He brushes a strand of hair out of my face.

"I love it." I smile.

"Are you happy?" Darren tilts his head, resting one hand on my cheek and keeping the other on my waist.

"Are you?" I reply softly.

We stand in silence for a while before Darren picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck instinctively.

"Would you like a bath? Or a shower?" Darren asks, walking into our room.

"I had a shower this morning." I reply, wanting to stay with him. I twist a strand of his hair between my fingers.

"Alright." Darren just nods.

"You never answered the question, are you happy Darren?" I ask again.

"You never answered either." He replies curtly.

"Are you not happy!?" I frown as he lays me on the bed, but I hold onto him tightly. What if he's not happy? I just want him to be happy...

"Blaire, I'm happy. But it's beginning to sound silly now, so stop using it." Darren smiles.

"Then I'm... Joyous." I learned that word all on my own. "Or 'are you happy' could be our always!" I laugh, I liked the okay and always quotes from that movie.

"Oh Blaire," Darren's smile grows and he smashes his lips against mine. Though the kiss isn't rough, he's gentle and soft, like I'm made of glass. My wolf howls away and I kiss him back, joyously. And something kind of clicks inside me, this is right. Darren and I are meant for each other, we belong together and I never want to be split apart. I'm his and he's mine.

He pulls away and he looks pained. "Blaire, we shouldn't do this now."

"But... I like kisses." I frown.

"I do too angel, but my wolf likes them too much." Darren replies softly.

"My wolf likes it too. She can be quite annoying." I sigh. Darren, in return, laughs to my comment. How rude, she really can be annoying.

"Blaire, baby, I don't think you know what I quite mean." Darren says.

"He wants to complete the mating process. You do too. And my wolf." I sigh. "I'm the last bit you're waiting for... How do I know if I'm ready?"

Darren purses his lips, rolling off me and propping himself up on one elbow. "I think... You'll know."

"A click..." I murmur. I did know, I am just nervous. I look up at Darren. "I'm yours, and you are mine."

"Indeed. All yours." Darren winks. I roll my eyes before throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him again.

He pulls away not long after. "Blaire..." He whispers.

I shush him with another kiss. I melt into him as he takes dominance with it. He pulls away and kisses down my neck, making me shiver.

"I don't think we should continue," he growls, looking up his eyes are black. "I won't be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop Darren, I can do this." I reply.

His black eyes widen. "You're... Absolutely sure Blaire?"

"I'm absolutely sure." I reply softly.

***YOU CAN END THE CHAPTER HERE! THE REST IS THEIR SCENE AND YOU WONT MISS ANYTHING IF YOU SKIP! and this will probably suck because I can't write these scenes... I GAVE YOU ALL FAIR WARNING!***

Darren smiles before his lips crash against mine again, his hands going under my shirt, they're hot against my skin.

He pulls away, yanking my shirt off and then he pulls his own shirt off. He looks down at me and then to my face, as if asking for permission. I just nod a little. Sure, he's seen me naked, but never in such an intimate occasion.

Darren slips my bra off with ease before looking over me. Like I'm a trophy that he's won. It's a strange feeling and it makes me uncomfortable. I squirm underneath him, reaching up, wanting another kiss.

He complies, kissing me gently before trailing kisses down my neck. I let out a noise that makes my cheeks heat up and Darren growl as I bite my lip.

"I want to hear you Blaire." He says, his voice deep, his gaze is on my face for a moment before he switches it to my chest. He leaves small kisses that almost tickle all the way down to my stomach.

"Darren," I whine, squirming again.

"Shh, let me lead baby." He whispers against my skin.

His kisses stop at the hem of my leggings and he gently pulls my pants down, leaving me in only my underwear.

Suddenly I'm self conscious, which I never had been before around him. I just want this to be perfect, what if he doesn't like how I look because I haven't eaten enough yet? Or if I'm-

"Blaire," Darren growls and I realize I hadn't had my wall up. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Don't you dare think you're not good enough for me."

I look up at him and he kisses me again, this one a little more forceful than the others. His hands roam my upper body, stopping to play with my chest. I squirm again as it gets more... Uncomfortable, not in a bad way.

It's like there's a knot in my lower stomach that gets tighter with everything Darren does.

Darren moves down to my chest, leaving kisses all over and leaving the knot worse. I squirm more under his body, arching my back and pushing my hips up to press myself against him.

He growls again, pushing my hips back down. Clearly he wants to be in control, but he isn't rough about it. He pulls both his last garments off, leaving him naked. He kisses down my tummy again, stopping at my underwear.

Darren pulls the garment off with ease and tosses it away. He pushes my legs apart and looks up at me expectantly. I nod a little and he smiles.

"I think I can only put you through one high before you're done." He murmurs, running a finger over my most sensitive area. I gasp in surprise and he chuckles before his face turns serious.

"You have very sexy black eyes," he comments. "Are you sure you're ready?" Darren asks softly, putting his body over mine. I nod. "It's going to hurt at first, okay?" I nod again, biting my lip. Darren growls at that and I quickly stop.

Slowly, he pushes himself inside me, and it does hurt. I grab his arms, holding them tightly. I let out a pained moan, leaning my head back.

He stays still, whispering sweet little things in my ear as though to ease the pain. Eventually, it subsides a little and I just nod.

He moves himself in and out slowly,  and I'm down to a moaning mess. As he picks up his pace, the more the knot tightens.

"Don't close your eyes angel, stay looking at me." Darren says demandingly.

"Darren!" I gasp as he hits this spot. He puts a hand on my waist, keeping the other on the bed to support himself.

"Go ahead Blaire," he purrs. "For me."

Then it's like the knot just breaks from being pulled too tight. It feels amazing. I let out half a scream, Darren's name ringing loud. My body shakes and I grip his arms so tight I'm surprised I'm not hurting him.

He pulls out of me and let's himself experience whatever his equivalent to that wonderful moment is. He gets it on the bed and myself but he doesn't seem to care.

I look at him through half closed eyes. That was tiring, which seemed strange but it was.

"Did I hurt you Blaire?" He asks softly as he falls down next to me, wrapping his arms around me.

"No..." I murmur, hardly able to speak.

Darren buries his face into the crook of my neck. "You're all mine." He murmurs.

"I'm all yours." I reply, already half asleep. "And are you joyous Darren?"

He chuckles. "I'm ecstatic."