Unexpected Turn of Events

Authors Note: Thank you everyone for all your comments! I love them all! I just really enjoy reading all your thoughts and opinions—plus laughing at a few things that some of you mention. Your comments are the things that I really look forward to the most.

Everyone enjoy this chapter! It has a bit of umm....action? lol. But not too much, like I normally did in the previous chapters.

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Early next morning...

Angel began to stretch on her bed. She felt all her muscles stretching and pulling when she would turn and twist. Groaning, she just laid in bed for a moment staring up at the ceiling, thinking about how everything will be changing today. Angel has finally made her decision. This was her pack as well. From the sort time that she spent with them, she wouldn't ever give this up. And even though there were some hurdles that she and Cullen had to get over—she knew though, that they were meant to be together. Angel felt so safe with Cullen, and every time she laid her eyes on him, she felt her heart skip a beat. They both would need to put in work, if this relationship was going to work out happily.

Just then, a lovely scent drifted toward her. Something very fragrant—something she smelled before plenty of times. Angel sat up and her eyes widened immediately.

Flowers! Where did all these flowers come from?!

Angel got up from bed right away. Her room was completely filled with what seemed like hundreds of dozen bouquets. All the flowers were so colorful—so beautifully arranged. No matter which way she turned, she would practically run into another stand that carried the flowers.

That's when her eyes zeroed in on a particular bouquet. She walked carefully over the chase that she loved to lie on, while reading a book by the fire place. There upon the chase were where the bouquet of roses were placed that stole her breath away. Angel always loved flowers, especially roses, but it wasn't the roses itself that took her breath away—but rather the way they were arranged.

How did he know?

Angel picked the bouquet up, bringing it closer to smell. There were a dozen of white roses with just one red rose in the middle. The way it was arranged was very symbolic to Angel and she couldn't help but smile brightly at them. That's when she noticed a card. She reached for it and read:

My dear Angel,

There is no way to even begin to describe how sorry I am for what I did. In this short time since we met, you have managed to change my whole world completely. I know there were some bumps in the road, but I wouldn't change anything about our journey so far, because I believe it will make us that much stronger. I know this card can't convey how truly sorry I am or even express how I feel for you—but I hope you will give me a second chance to show you.

Yours forever all eternity,

Cullen.

Angel took a deep breath after reading this message a couple times already. She wasn't one for giving in so easily, but this was the one thing she was waiting for—just a simple heartfelt apology. Angel smiled to herself as she looked over toward the nightstand to see what time it is.

"So, I take it you were surprised lambie?" asked Glynis

Angel jumped. She didn't see Glynis when she woke up, and just hearing her all the sudden almost made her scream slightly.

"You have no idea. But how? How could he have managed to get all this stuff in here without me waking up?" asked Angel.

Glynis shrugged. "Perhaps you were finally able to get a full deep rest that you badly needed."

Just then, Eilis walked into the room. "Whoa! Who died?!"

Angel just busted out laughing. "No one died." Angel quickly put the roses on the bed carefully, as she started to grab her robe, scampering to gather a few things.

"What are you doing lambie?" asked Glynis with a knowing smile.

"I am going to jump in the shower to wash up, and then get ready," answered Angel, while smiling. "Then I will hunt down my wolf."

As Angel was quickly walking to the bathroom, she heard Eilis shout back. "If you want a hint, he is training out in the field again!"

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Cullen once again was watching how some of his members were practicing. He added some criticism and gave his opinion here and there to help better some of them. Cullen was trying very hard to focus the task at hand, but his mind kept drifting off to Angel—wondering how she liked the flowers.

He sighed, hoping this may be at least a good way to start of mending their relationship. It wasn't the easiest thing to sneak to her room and begin placing all these floral arrangements. Of course he could have had many omegas help him, but he wanted to do it all on his own. He was the one that screwed up and he is the one that had to fix it somehow.

"Oh, don't look so nervous Cullen!" said Gavin and he smacked him on the back slightly before continuing, "She will love the flowers."

Yea, but will she possibly love me someday?

Cullen asked himself.

Cullen shook himself. He didn't know her reaction, and the not knowing part was driving him crazy. He began to take off his shirt. It was Cullen's turn to be on the field practicing—perhaps sparring with some of his members will take his mind off of things for a little while.

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Angel finally made it outside. She completely skipped breakfast, wanting to find Cullen first. She put on simple dark denim jeans with a shirt that was form fitting. While in the shower Angel decided today was the day. Both her and Cullen would try to work out some things, and hopefully start heading toward the right path.

Angel kind of rolled her shoulders back, stretching slightly. She felt a bit different, but just shrugged it off. As she approached the field she saw how the male members all made a large circle. She could tell there were someone practicing in the center—and with a quick glance around, she knew one of them had to be Cullen.

She slowly stepped between Brom and Gavin. Both were startled to see her, but she raised her finger to her lips, signaling for them to stay quiet. Angel then focused back at the sparring that was going on. She clearly saw Cullen right away—being a big black wolf made him stick out like a sore thumb. Cullen moved with grace and agility that she couldn't have ever imagined a wolf his size could do. She was completely in awe.

In no time, the sparring was done, with Cullen being the victor. She saw how the other wolf submitted and exposed his neck to Cullen. There were some cheers before Brom shouted for everyone to go back to practicing. That's when Angel decided to move.

Cullen immediately scented Angel. He turned his head and saw her walking toward him. She didn't look upset or anything—so that was definitely a good sign so far. Cullen just stood where he was—not wanting to scare her while in this form.

Angel was soon just a foot away from Cullen. She stared at him for a while, just taking him all in. He was so beautiful, and yet she knew it would be very stupid for any other wolf to try and mess with him. She was able to lean over slightly, and wrap her arms around his neck. "Thank you Cullen for the flowers. They were very beautiful," said Angel softly. She couldn't help but let her hands slowly pet Cullen—he was so soft but could feel just a bit of his coarse dense under coat.

When Angel stepped back, she saw Cullen shift back to his human shape. He quickly put on his pants as he just held his shirt in his hands. He looked so nervous as if he had no idea what to say to her. She didn't like seeing him this way at all.

"I am glad Angel that you liked them," said Cullen.

Angel walked up to him, grabbing his hand. "Come on, we need to talk."

"Go on. Brom and I will finish up with the practice," said Gavin, as he couldn't help but smile. He was happy that they were finally going to work things out.

As both Cullen and Angel began to walk, they stayed silent until they reached Angel's garden—her little haven. She sat on the bench thinking, not knowing how to start their conversation.

Cullen took a deep breath. "I guess, there is no right or wrong place to start." Cullen moved to sit o the bench next to Angel as he turned toward her. "What I did was unimaginable Angel. I really don't know how else I can say it in words of how sorry I am for how I acted after the stair incident. As your mate, I should have somehow protected you better. But above all, I should have believed you right away when you said you were pushed. It was just so hard to believe someone in my own family would hurt me this much by going after you. It's still hard to imagine it could be someone I trust with my life."

Angel looked at Cullen, as he was staring at his hands. She really could see how hurt he was from how he acted toward her, but also hurt from betrayal. Angel knew how very close a pack is and how they all would protect one another. She can just imagine the turmoil Cullen must be feeling knowing someone in his pack could have done this.

Angel reached out to Cullen, letting her hand rest on his cheek to make him look at her. "You have no idea how badly, I wanted to hurt you. To make you feel the pain I felt when I heard you say those words to me. But I realized that all that anger and hurt was just draining the life out of me. And with Edana and Layla now in the picture..."

Cullen quickly interrupted her. "Angel, you have to believe me that I never intended for Layla to show up. I was just as surprised as you were."

Angel sat there for a moment, remembering what Edana told her that day Layla showed up. "But, you couldn't take your eyes off of her. That one morning, it felt like you wanted her that you wanted to push me aside. Even Edana thought so...

"Angel, you can't believe that. You know that I...I...," Cullen took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Angel, I never once pretended with how I felt for you. I don't know why my stepmother would say something like that, but you cannot believe it. I don't want Layla. The only person I will ever want is standing right in front of me."

Angel couldn't take her eyes off of Cullen. The pull she always felt before seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. She just knew that what he said was the truth. Why did she believe Edana anyways? It was clear from the beginning that she never liked her.

When Angel didn't say anything, Cullen decided to continue. "And Angel, about that incident...I don't know what got into me. When I saw you on the floor, I..." Cullen took a deep breath and stood up beginning to pace, "I just didn't know what to do. I thought for that small moment, that I lost you. And when you began to stir, I just didn't know how to handle the fear. I never was scared like that before, and I don't like the feeling Angel." He stopped to look at Angel. She was staring up at him with a certain look he couldn't figure out.

Angel didn't know what has gotten into her, but she walked over to Cullen and quickly wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply.

Cullen was at first stunned, but soon leaned forward to deepen the kiss. He missed her so much. Cullen thought her lips were so warm and soft, like brushing his mouth against the smoothest satin. Holding her close he could hear her heartbeat, feel the heat of her body, and smell her sweet scent. Everything about her was intoxicating, even her temper. He growled possessively as he deepened the kiss, seeking entrance to her warm moistness with his tongue, longing to taste her again.

Angel pulled back, taking in a few breaths of air. "Shift Cullen."

Cullen looked down at her, confused why she would ask him to shift.

"Shift Cullen to your wolf form. I want to find some privacy for us to be alone, and right now, I am just thinking of one spot."

Cullen knew right away which place she had in mind—their place on top of the hill over looking the hills and lochs. He quickly shifted, as he walked closer to Angel, waiting for her to get on. Once she did, he took off as fast as he possibly could have—knowing they would get there soon with the pace he was setting.

In what could have been just a bit over ten minutes, Angel was once again looking at the view before. It still took her breath away, but this time she was eyeing the mouth watering Cullen when he shifted back. Now though, he had no clothes to change back into—which is good, because they would have just gotten in the way.

Cullen quickly walked up to her, wrapping his arms around Angel as his mouth claimed hers once again. She opened her mouth, whimpering slightly as he suckled on her lower lip.

That tiny little sound nearly pushed him over the edge. He needed more contact. He needed to feel her naked flesh in his hands. He wanted to feast on the soft skin of her breasts and to watch her gorgeous eyes literally flare with ecstasy as he pleasured her. He could imagine watching himself slide into her, feeling her heat surround him, take him into her depths, and convulse upon him in pleasure.

"Cullen!" she gasped pulling away suddenly.

"Yes," he breathed even as he looked at her hungrily.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He knew she could see his wolf side. That part of him ached to possess her, to take the pleasures of her body, and mark her as his own with his essence and mark. Whatever she was going to say seemed to die on her lips, and her passion-glazed hazel eyes looked up into his.

Growling possessively, he lifted her into his arms, and deposited her gently on the grass even as he continued to devour her mouth hungrily. There was no way that he would be able to control himself much longer. The pull to bond with her was unbearable right now.

Her tiny hands clung to his shoulders as though he was the only thing steadying her in the torrent of sensation. He couldn't get enough of her taste, leaving her mouth to kiss her jaw line, her forehead her ears, even her neck where his wolf craved to mark. Her skin was so sweet, so warm against his mouth. He needed more. He put his hands under her shirt, feeling her warm stomach.

Angel moaned at his touch and impatiently pushed him away to shed her shirt baring her laced encased breasts for him. He moaned in blissful agony seeing her in the sexy lingerie. His mouth traced her collarbone to her breastbone to rest between those soft mounds, delighting in the feel of her satiny skin against the sensitive flesh of his lips. He cupped one of her full breasts lovingly even as his mouth descended upon the other sucking at the taut nipple through the lacy fabric.

Angel writhed and gasped beneath him whimpering in ecstasy even as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow of leaves that were there on the ground. He turned his attention to her other breast, pulling the lace away to bare her pink nipple that stood erect, waiting for him to suckle into his mouth. He latched onto it, hungrily suckling the tiny nub into his mouth, even as he reached behind her and unclasped the lacy bra. Now that he'd tasted her flesh, the beautiful lingerie only frustrated him.

When their soft flesh finally met, an electric shock roared through his body. She was so soft, so warm...she was HIS!

He consumed her mouth again, mating his tongue with hers, groaning as her fingers traced the contours of his muscles and caressed his back. Those delicate hands seemed to be everywhere on his flesh, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine making his pulsing cock throb in agony. He groaned and pushed his pelvis into hers, the friction of their bodies teasing them both.

"Cullen," Angel gasped. She cried out as his mouth latched back onto one of her pink nipples and suckled, twisted and lathed it with hunger. "Oh God! Don't stop," she cried even as she raked his back with her nails.

"Never," he groaned as his mouth trailed downwards kissing near her rib cage and then making his way to her belly button.

His fingers nimbly undid her pants and quickly pulled them from her hips, growling in desire at the thong that graced her mound. His mouth kissed the insides of her thighs and all around that small triangle of lace, making her jump as though his lips were shocking her with some kind of erotic electricity. He hungrily inhaled her musk even as he visually assessed her dampness, growling in satisfaction that he'd been the one to stir such passion. He latched his mouth to the fabric, tasting her arousal smiling as she shrieked and twitched the moment his mouth made contact with her heat.

He ripped the panties from her body and nearly lost it when he stared at her glistening sex. He parted her folds and feasted on her, moaning into her softness at the sweet taste of her arousal.

Angel screeched incoherently at his touch, whimpering with need, but he toyed with her, flicking her clit only for a moment before kissing or licking the juices that coated her. Just before she cried out in frustration he'd suckle or nip her again sending her beautiful head thrashing on the ground.

He looked up at her flushed body, her almost green-grey eyes, and her tousled hair and smiled at her. Taking pity on her, he latched his mouth over her clit suckling hard until she came screeching and bucking beneath him.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath struggling for control. He groaned in agony, forcing himself away from her weeping folds and back up her body delighting in the salty taste of her sweat, the musky scent in the air of her arousal.

She reached out to run her fingers through his hair, those tiny fingers on his skin delighting his senses making his moans of need echo her own keening cries. His mouth supped its way up her neck, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Suddenly she became more aggressive.

Angel's delicate hand wrapped around his cock stroking him, spreading the moisture of his arousal around the throbbing head with her thumb. It drove him insane to have her touching him like that. For a moment all he could do was stare at that delicate hand wrapped around his throbbing erection and watch in mesmerized rapture as she stroked him. He groaned at her touch and closed his eyes for a moment as an image of her beautiful mouth devouring his cock flashed before his mind.

Not this time

, he told himself.

Fearing to lose the last threads of control he took her tiny hand in his and held it still.

"Do you want this, Angel? Because if you don't, I won't be able to control myself if we continue," he growled. His wolf was demanding to complete the bonding.

Angel didn't answer. Instead, she reached out with her other hand and pulled him down upon her again, kissing him passionately and forcing her tongue into his mouth.

He smiled at her unspoken demand. Even in bed she was stubborn and willful.

"Cullen, I know my future is with you. I want this...I need this," stated Angel breathlessly.

He kissed her with intensity, slipping his fingers back into her folds, stroking her sex, rubbing her clit, making her even hungrier. In moments she was writhing beneath him again with need, both hands clinging to his shoulders as he assaulted her with his tongue and his questing fingers. When she was mindless with need he took his impressive length in his hand and pushed it against her opening.

They both groaned as he inched inside her. She was unbelievably tight around him still after the last time they were together, and he filled her so fully that they both lay still panting with the sensation. Cullen kissed her ear and then her lips then worked his way down to her breast, suckling on her aching nipple. She groaned and he felt her squirm beneath him. Then he started thrusting with agonizingly slow, steady strokes, watching himself disappear within her depths in rapt concentration.

Angel moaned beneath him and clasped onto his shoulders with her tiny hands, holding on as her body spun out of control with sensation.