Chapter 110: Game of Minds.
"No. It’s not that." She spoke up, looking directly at him now. Her clear eyes stared into his as she hoped it was going to pacify him somehow.
"I’m perfectly fine. I’m just worried you might find my wolf too small and unworthy." She explained in a low voice, unable to stop herself from looking down at her hands.
"Unworthy? Why would I do that?" He asked, utterly confused. He’d seen her wolf before, and to his biggest surprise, she was bigger than he’d imagined her to be. Bigger and Prettier.
Shiny honey brown pelt covered her entire figure, all except her paws and ears, which were colored black. He couldn’t understand what she was speaking of, but she had looked beyond worthy the day he’d seen her for the first time.
"She’s small," Bethany said, almost in a whisper.
"Princess, that would never, ever happen. You’re gorgeous, inside out. Your pelt is unique. Your wolf is the fourth strongest female in this pack. I couldn’t be anymore prouder, Baby. And even if you were as tiny as a pebble, I’d place you on my back and ride you as fast as possible to wherever you’d want to go, and as many times as you may wish." He reassured, his soft voice and eyes making way for his words to seep through her.
"Okay." She agreed, sighing, tiny bubbles of her newfound confidence forming in the pit of her stomach, as she looked up at him.
Theo smiled widely, relief shining in his eyes due to how much progress he was making.
He could peer into her eyes clearly from where he sat at the tip of his seat, grinning like a schoolboy. Her wolf’s presence sat pretty comfortably in her eyes indicating she wasn’t fully awake yet.
It was something that happened pretty often in werewolves, especially if the person had done something exhausting before going to bed. It takes a bit time and strength for their human part to take back control, and in her case, it was going to take a while, given her status as an Omega.
No matter how hard she might decide to train, she was never going to be as strong as a regular wolf, but being a very strong Omega meant a lot, especially with the fact that she was going to carry the Alpha’s pups one day.
"C’mon. Let’s go." He said as he got up from his seat, coming before her and taking her hand in his, ppl pulling her softly from her seat.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at how responsive her wolf was, a complete contrast to the feisty human side he was used to.