The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate
CHAPTER 72— GIRL TIME

Zayd ran his hand down his face as he walked out of the pack house with his beta and gammabehind him. He hoped the day wasn't irrevocably spoiled. He'd begged his mother, he might've notgotten down on his knees, but he'd begged that woman to let this day pass without trouble.

He'd informed his family ~all of them~ that it was Quinn's birthday, and his only wish was for her tocompletely enjoy it. He wanted her to feel a part of this pack, to feel like she really was family...hewanted her to feel accepted.

That way, she'd know that she wasn't alone, that there were other people ~except for him~ whocared about her. So he'd sat down with his mother and his father, with his sister and his “illiterate”friends and begged them to help him.

They'd planned this day thoroughly...with a great moment of togetherness that Marcia had alreadyspoiled, then shopping for anything Quinn might subconsciously need, that along with any otheroutings that would stall time for him to prepare the surprise. He told them not to be back until itwas past 6:00pm and he hoped Marcia, Rachel and Isabella wouldn't spoil this round...

But if they did, it was his job to make at least the last part of her day enjoyable. Each person wassupposed to get her a gift for the surprise tonight, and he wanted his to be the most meaningful.He didn't know why, but this day had bestowed so much pressure upon him. He wasn't sure how itwould go; would she be glad that her father was here? Or would she hate it?

Would the party also go as he expected it to? Or would it fail drastically?

Isabella was as talkative and curious as ever...and Rachel wasn't as mean as Dantae made her out tobe. She didn't talk much, but she talked to Quinn. She gave her opinion about the clothes Quinntried on ~although all she said was that they were pretty~ she also asked Quinn about the outfitsshe chose, which were mostly, if not all black.

Marcia had thrown a couple of colored clothes over her shoulder, even when she complained.Marcia was a darling, whenever Quinn got too silent, she'd make sure she was okay, and she alsotried to make jokes that involved her son and her mate.

She made Quinn feel as though she'd known her for a lifetime. Her smile was so contagious, and herbright and bold personality could pull anybody in. This was how Quinn's mother should've treatedher...but Quinn didn’t even know her real mother, and Kathrine...that woman didn’t spare Quinn theamount of motherly love she needed.

In just a couple of hours, Marcia seemed to have done much more than she had. She made Quinnsmile and laugh multiple times, told her she looked beautiful, and had even hugged her inexcitement for absolutely no reason. What a beautiful soul...

Quinn felt close to her already...ever since that day she'd shown up in Quinn's room with the photoalbum, she reverberated an energy that could grant anyone comfort, and this comfort wasn't oneQuinn thought she needed until now.

After visiting the spa, they got ice cream. Quinn got the cookie and cream flavor along with Marcia,Isabella got orange pineapple, and Rachel went for chocolate. After that, they'd headed for homebecause night had cast a shadow over the land.

The city lights were pretty, something that Quinn rarely got to view. She also noticed that the streetswere more crowded than they had been in the day; werewolves young and old strolling the busyroad with hopeful hearts. This was a neutral place, you see...an area that any pack could visit. Fightswere prohibited on this land, therefore, there were hardly even quarrels between enemy packs. Thisplace had numerous shops and stores built to accommodate the needs of all werewolves, and alsoplaces to have fun as well as to eat. It was like a human sanctuary in a werewolf world.

But she didn't visit often. Her prior pack was considered independent. They grew their own foodand even sold handmade clothing in the marketplace, and as luna, she was bound to support herpack. The only time she came here was mostly on missions, and she didn’t have the luxury of reallyexploring the many buildings that occupied this place...it was nice to have gotten the chance to seeit now.

The incoherent noise that plagued her ears promised her that she was not alone, and the coldbreeze that fondled her skin bruised it sweetly. She felt free, but what surprised her was the fact thatthe feeling of freedom did not leave even when she made it back home.

Marcia, Isabella and Rachel accompanied her to her room for a reason she didn't ask, and as sheopened her door, nothing but darkness greeted her. She didn't remember turning off the lights, butit could've been Zayd. “I'm sorry...I'll get the lights.” She murmured to them.

Dropping her bags on the floor, she flicked the switch, staggering back when numerous peopleshouted out. “Happy birthday!"