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Qhuinn hung on Conall’s words like the life raft that they were to her, leaning her cheek into his hand. Every time he touched her, it both felt like the first time and that she had been feeling the brush of his hand on her skin all of her life. “I know. I just..I still feel terrible. You must have been so scared too when I wasn’t there that morning. But maybe..I think that I needed that time, you know? I needed to know who I was, by myself. I needed to be worthy of a man like you. Even though that will never happen” She laughed shakily, kissing his palm. “Yes..we will. No looking back anymore” She nodded.

The wolf had been so absorbed in her dessert that she didn’t even notice that she had nearly gone full orgasmic over it until she heard Conall’s low voice and chuckle. Closing her eyes, she let his words in that sexy accent wash over her. And thanked her stars that no one seemed to be paying attention to her, because when she opened her eyes, they had turned ice blue with desire. “Hmm..maybe it’s you that can’t handle me” She teased back.

Giggling, Qhuinn went back to the dessert, forking up a bite for Conall this time. When she lifted her gaze to him once again she froze, the fork frozen in midair as she saw what he had placed on the table. Her mouth formed a small ‘O’ but no sound came out, as her round eyes fixed on his face. Until the sparkle of the ring drew her peepers downwards and yeah.. She may have been a simple, unfussy type of girl, but damn if she didn’t pop a lady boner over all that bling. The ring was gorgeous without being overdone, just the kind of thing that she would have picked for herself. But it’s beauty didn’t hold a candle to Conall’s words. Even though they had just met and for all intents and purposes were strangers, but call it wolf instinct, Qhuinn knew that there was only one answer that she could give.

“Yes…” She breathed out, more tears trembling at her lashes. “This is crazy, and I’m waiting to wake up any minute. And I know that we still need to know each other, and do this right, but yes! I’m yours Conall. I always have been and always will be..”

Conall’s eye went wide when she said yes right away. He couldn’t believe that she was so quick to answer. He was ecstatic about it, but shocked, none-the-less. “Yer sure,” he asked for confirmation. “This is wha’ ye wan’, Wee Wolf.” He knew it was what he wanted, but he wanted her to be certain beyond any doubt. “Ye ken tha’ as wolves we have a long time t’gether. Hundreds o’ years. Can ye pu’ up wi’ this old wolf tha’ long,” he asked with a chuckle. He knew he would do everything in his power to make her happy and take care of her. His protection over her would know no boundaries. If anyone, ever, tried to hurt her in word or deed, he knew he would rip them apart.

Before she had a chance to answer him, he got up from his chair, took the ring from the box and kneeled before her right there in the restaurant. He didn’t care how many people were there. As far as he was concerned, they were the only two in the place. He took her hand and gently slid the ring on her ring finger. Then as he stood, he pulled her up to him and put his arms around her and gave her a soft, gentle kiss.  Not taking his eyes off her, he smiled and said,” You’ve just made me the happiest manwolf alive. We have a wedding to plan.” He chuckled.

The people in the restaurant took notice of them at some point and everyone’s attention was glued on the couple. When he kissed her, everyone around them burst into spontaneous applause, and Conall, in his every so smooth manner, took a bow for the crowd and then he point to Qhuinn and egged her on to bow, too. All the while he was chuckling like a teenager in love.

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Qhuinn swallowed hard when Conall touched her again, already going breathless once more. And this was before he even began to speak. When she heard his words, she felt..oddly free. There was no nervousness, so self-doubt or just plain certainty that she wouldn’t be good enough for him. There was only an odd sense of peace and completion. This was exactly where she was supposed to be right now..and exactly who she was supposed to be with. 

“I want to be yours” Qhuinn whispered, her voice confident and sure. “I think that I knew from that moment as well but..there was so much else going on that I didn’t realize it. All I knew was pain and fear, but through all of that..I knew you. You kept me alive, and I think that I lived not just because of you..but for you. I’m sorry that I ran” She murmured, leaning her cheek to his hand. “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. I want to make you happy Conall” Qhuinn vowed. When he confessed that the howl she had indeed heard the following morning had been him, her gaze lowered as tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry.. I’m so, so sorry. I was scared and confused, and wanted my parents. For all the good that did. I would have been better staying with you” 

The waiter came then, and Qhuinn tried to discreetly wipe her eyes but figured she failed as miserably as she always did. It was okay though. She knew that Conall didn’t judge her, and would likely rip the throat out of anyone who did. And that was..kinda hot. Grinning now, she squeezed his hand back and went in for the first bite, moaning softly at the rich, smooth taste.

Her words went straight to his core. He could feel the pain in them, but there was no anger in him. No irritation with her actions. He knew she must have been terrified and did the only thing she knew to do at the time. “Darlin', thare is n’thin’ tae mak' up tae me. Ye did what ye had tae dae 'n' I dinnae fault ye for tha’. I just regret th' time we lost. 'n' no need tae be sorry. Dinna fash yerself one more minute about it. Tis in th’ past 'n' we have from t’day onward 'n' we will mak' th' most o' every moment. Aye?” Giving her a heartfelt smile, he reached over and gently wiped the tear that was about to fall when the waiter brought their dessert.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she took a bite of their dessert. When she made the soft moan, it was difficult for him to not just sweep her up in his arms and carry her off from the restaurant in that second. “Och Wee Wolf, dae ye know what that soft groan is daein' tae me? Ye might wantae be careful or yer stir my inner wolf. Dae ye think ye could handle that,” he asked with a teasing chuckle. He eyed her carefully, taking in every movement she made while he breathed in her scent. The scent that he remembered so well. 

Reaching into his pocket, he played with the small box that he took everywhere he went. He knew one day he would find her an he wanted to make sure that he had that box with him. He took it from his pocket and began to turn it between his fingers under the table. She was too preoccupied with her dessert to notice his fidgeting. “Qhuinn, I have something fur ye. I've kept it wi' me everywhere I went since th' day after we met. I knew you'd be mine one day 'n' hearing ye say that you'd lik' that, too, I'm wantin' ye tae hae this. Ye dinnae hae tae answer now, unless you want tae, but this is fur ye.” He held out the small burgandy, velvet box containing the ring, and slowly tilted it open. “One day, whenever yer ready, I would be th' luckiest wolf in th' universe if ye would agree tae be mah mate.” 

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Qhuinn laughed at the image of the entire restaurant looking at them in terror as Conall stood and declared himself a bad ass. It was amusing thought indeed, but he was probably right in the fact that this wasn’t the place or time. Her own, which had been little more than a meek announcement, had turned a few heads as it was. “Deal” she agreed with a grin. “I can’t wait to hear what you’ve got”

When Conall agreed on chocolate, she reached for the little dessert menu and began to search their options. So..many… Chocolate only barely began to narrow it down. “Let’s see… There’s a three chocolate mousse, chocolate whiskey cake, chocolate creme brulee…ohh I’ll be that’s amazing.. Chocolate..” Qhuinn stopped then when he took her hand, gray eyes flicking upwards. And then the world seemed to stop..

Conall leaned in then, and Qhuinn seemed to stop breathing. Was he going to kiss her… She leaned in as if hypnotized, eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. His lips only brushed her cheek though, which was probably for the best. His mouth on hers, paired with that sexy growl in her ear, would have resulted in her straddling his lip for all to see. “I hope you do…” she breathed back, before they both resumed their seats.

The waiter came then, and luckily Conall had it under control. She wasn’t sure that she could think straight at that point. And forming a coherent sentence? Not likely. So the wolf just sat, nursing her whiskey as she tried to control the blast of heat that worked it’s way through her body.

Conall growled dominantly when he heard her words. Then he huffed a small chuckle. He cupped her cheek in his hand and looked into her eyes as he continued. “Good tae know, Wee Wolf. Ye see, saying it that way wis simply a courtesy. Whither ye knew it or nae, yer awready mine. From th' moment ah laid eyes oan ye, from th' moment ah breathed in yer scent, 'n' from th' moment ah lay beside ye 'n' protected ye tha’ night. Ye have bin mine from that moment on.”

Conall’s heart began to swell with each word of declaration for the petite brunette at his table. There was so much more he was going to tell her and he hoped she received it well. He wasn’t sure just how much she knew about being a wolf or about imprinting. Maybe it was his protective nature or his Alpha nature. He couldn’t be sure, bu he knew he imprinted on her that horrible night. That night for her was a living nightmare. He knew it had to be. He also knew that when she had her first turn, it would be equally scary for her. It was difficult for him not being able to be with her when that happened, but she survived being bitten and he knew she’d survive the shift.

“Wee Wolf, I thought aboot ye every day. I looked for ye every chance I cuid when I cam tae th' states. I knew that one day I’d fin' ye again. When I did, I would dae what I wish I could hae done a couple years ago. If ye were in th' city th' next mornin', you'd hae heard my howl when I woke tae fin' ye gone.”

Just as he finished speaking, the waiter brought their dessert. He smiled pleasantly at the young man and gave Qhuinn’s hand a squeeze. There was so much more he wanted to say to her, but for now, it could wait. They would have all the time they would need.

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Qhuinn giggled softly, finding that she loved the sound of his laughter. It was strong and powerful, just like everything else about him. But at the same time such a joyous sound. It made her smile, and blush a little, to know that she had been the one to make him do that. “It really was” she agreed with a laugh of her own. “I should do that more often really. I can certainly use a little empowerment once in a while. Maybe you should try it next” she teased.That would have been..really hot actually, she thought, another blush hitting her cheeks as she focused on her plate now.

Dinner was just as enchanting as the rest of their evening had been so far. Conall had lovely table manners for such a large, manly man, making her want to be extra ladylike as well. Which was not something she was particularly good at, so she hoped she didn’t come off as trying too hard. Soon enough though, she wasn’t even thinking about that anymore. Qhuinn was completely taken with the man across from her. He was charming and interesting, intelligent and witty, and sexy beyond belief. Just the kind of man that she would think would never be interested in her. Yet somehow, unless it was her imagination, he seemed just as captivated..

Hours later, or it could have been minutes or maybe days, she had lost track of time, she leaned back with a groan and folded her napkin next to her plate. “It is pretty amazing isn’t it? Best one in the city” Qhuinn had thought that she couldn’t squeeze in another bite, but at the mention of dessert, gray eyes flared and she giggled like a girl.

“You said the magic word! Something chocolate?” They were going to need the run after this, that was for damn sure.

“Och na, ye dinnae waant that. Nae 'ere,” he said with a chuckle at her suggestion. If he were to do what she just did, he’d scare the whole restaurant. It would come out like a loud, wolf growl. Maybe even a howl. “Bit I will dae it fur ye whin we go fur oor run. Deal?” In fact, he wanted nothing more than to howl at the moment. His heart was full and he wanted the whole world to know.

He laughed again when she agreed to dessert and mentioned something chocolate. “O' coorse, mah dear. Whitevur th' lassie would lik'. It would be mah pleasure tae indulge ye,” he said has he reached across the table and gave her hand a squeeze. Looking in her eyes, he grew serious for a moment and told her, “I’d gie ye th' moon, if I could, Qhuinn. Everything yer heart desires.”

He couldn’t resist the urge any longer. He leaned in, closing the distance between them, placing on hand gently on her cheek and pulling her gently to him, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then he gave a soft growl in her ear, only loud enough for her to hear. “I’m goin’ tae make ye mine, Wee Wolf,” he whispered before giving her another soft kiss on the cheek.

Then he sat back in his chair and called the waiter over and told him that he wanted their best chocolate dessert for her. He added that if they didn’t have something that was the equivalent of a “death by chocolate” dessert, he wanted them to make them something. He would pay whatever necessary for the special request.

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Qhuinn’s hands shook a little as they continued to smooth over Conall’s warm skin. The more she touched him, the more she wanted to touch him…more. In places that were not covered with his clothing. He was beautiful and charming and kind, and that accent alone would be enough to melt the panties off of the most frigid bitch. So that, and the fact that her most recent sexual encounter was with her shower head, made it no surprise that she was attracted to him. There was something more than just the physical though, something that went deeper than what she even understood. 

Of course he disagreed with her words, Qhuinn had expected nothing less. But there was something in his words, or just something about him, that made her want to believe what he told her. He made her want to be better, to be someone that he would be proud of. “You’re right..you’re right. I may not feel strong most of the time, but..I should give myself more credit and be more proud of what I’ve accomplished on my own. They weren’t easy, I won’t deny that. So..here goes nothing” Qhuinn took a deep breath, a mischievous twinkle coming into her dark gray eyes. Then in a voice that carried over to at least the tables next to them, she announced: “I’m Qhuinn Fontenot and I’m a badass!” 

After that, she covered her mouth with a giggle, wondering what had just come over her. That was something that her old, fearless self would have done. Maybe..Conall was bringing back the parts of her that she missed. Qhuinn gave a nod of agreement with what he said about her hunting. In truth, his words had made her feel like much less of a failure. She did have her own strengths and abilities as a wolf, they all shouldn’t hinge on if she could hunt or not. “I can’t wait to see yours too. I’m sure you’re beautiful.. Maybe we’ll match” She laughed again, then bit her lips when the waiter brought their food. Conall’s excitement was adorable, and the savory scents hit her nose and made her stomach rumble. “We shall” she grinned, digging right in.

He let out a hearty laugh at her declaration of being a badass. “How did that mak' ye feel? A wee bit empowering, aye?” It was a beginning. If he had anything to say about it, he would have her being the confident wolf she was meant to be. While being a werewolf wasn’t ideal, it did have its positives. Enhanced power, speed and heightened senses. All of which gave a person/wolf an incredible sense of confidence, if they were able to embrace it. He was certain she would, in time.

Conall had to keep himself calm while eating. Sometimes, when he was especially hungry, his wolf would get overly excited and he could lose all manor of decorum.  He would control himself, which he was very good at doing. His many years of living have taught him that much.

He made sure the whiskey kept flowing. Not that he was trying to get her drunk, that wasn’t like him. He just knew that it would help her relax. It seemed to help. Their conversation flowed and the silence wasn’t uncomfortable in the least. He enjoyed looking across the table and seeing her sitting there. His eyes glistened with excitement and the smile never left his face. He felt more at home in these moments there with her than he had in all the years of his living. Was this what it was like to find one’s mate?

“Och, that was a pure dead brilliant steak. I think I found mah new favorite restaurant. Howfur aboot dessert, mah dear?”

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Conall Alexander Fraser

Age: Actual 312, Appears mid-40s Role: Dominant Species: Werewolf Orientation/Preference: Straight Occupation: Business Owner/Security Services Turn Ons: Biting, Marking, BDSM, Bondage, Sensory Play, Impact Play, Rough Sex, Dominating Turn Offs: DD/lg, Scat, Vore, Gore, Urine Three Positive Traits: Fun loving, Tender Hearted, Compassionate Three Negative Traits: Strict, Impatient, Stubborn Face Claim: Gerard Butler

Conall was born in 1703 in the Scottish Highlands. He grew up during turbulent times for his country, but it was a simple life. He tended the animals and helped in the fields, because that was how they lived. However, when he was in his forties, it was the Jacobite Rising of 1745. He fought in the battle at Culloden along with other Highland clansmen. He was fighting for "Bonnie Prince Charlie" to regain the British throne. They were defeated at Culloden and Charles Edward Stuart fled with a price on his head.

The battle was a tough one and very emotional for the Jacobites. It was a matter of pride and the Scots were a proud people. Unfortunately for Conall, one night while camped out during battle, he left the main camp to go into the nearby brush to relieve himself when he was attacked by what he thought was Scottish Wildcat. Some of the men found him almost dead and took him back to camp to save his life. They managed to bandage the wounds and stop the bleeding, but they weren't sure if it would save his life.

The next morning, Conall awoke as if nothing had happened and the wound had virtually healed itself. The men began to tease him saying that he was bitten by a werewolf and he'd better be careful come the next full moon. He laughed it off with the rest of them, until the next full moon came round. Even though he thought his fellow soldiers were pulling his leg, he decided to spend the night in the woods to isolate himself. He didn't know what to expect. When morning came, he was covered in blood and had no recollection of what happened. As he came on the camp scene, all of the soldiers with him were dead. He didn't know if he did it, or had they had been ambushed by the English and slaughtered in their sleep. It was something he would never know. As the years passed, Conall never wondered far from home. He loved his home land and stayed very close all those years. He had seen many things happen over the years. The discovery of electricity, modern medicine, the automobile and television. In his wildest dreams, he never would have imagined such things. Because of his size and gruff demeanor, it wasn't hard for him to get work as a security guard in most businesses. They wanted him right away. He worked very hard and worked his way up the ladder until he became the head of security at one of the most prestigious companies in the U.K.

The job afforded him many luxuries: nice cars, a lovely home, designer clothing, just about anything money could buy. He'd amassed quite a fortune over the years and was very well off at this point in his life. He had managed to seek out and find a small pack to connect with, but he didn't particularly like the way the Alpha was handling some things. He challenged the Alpha and won, rising to the position of Alpha himself.

With renewed confidence, he broke away from the company he was working with and started his own business. In order to be a success, his business required him to travel to gain new business. On one trip to New Orleans he grew restless because of the meetings and conferences. He hadn't shifted in a few days and needed to go for a run. He found a small park near the conference center and decided it was as good as any place. Shedding his clothes he shifted into his wolf form and began to run to expel his energy when he happened upon a young woman being attacked by another wolf. Conall chased the other wolf away and lie beside the girl licking her wounds. She had been badly bitten by the other and if she survived the night, she would surely be turned with the next full moon. He lay keeping guard over her all night and when morning came, he explained what had happened. She decided to return home, promising to stay in touch, but Conall never heard from the "little wolf" again.

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Qhuinn’s breath caught as she felt a sudden rush of emotions from Conall. The intensity of it had her just staring back when he looked at her, not really knowing what to make of it all. There was attraction of course, but something that seemed to go far deeper. She swallowed hard and gave him a little smile, unsure of what else to do. Her fingers did tighten their hold on his own though, even going so far as to lightly stroke over his skin. And it suddenly felt like she had been holding his hand all her life…

She blushed at his words,at the kiss to her hand, giving a small smile before doing what came naturally: discounting any credit that she may have deserved. “I did what I had to do” she offered quietly, shrugging. “I didn’t..want to just curl up and die. I could have, very easily. But something inside of me wouldn’t let me give up. It was like..I felt like I had something to live for” she whispered, as her insides screamed ‘YOU! I lived because I was waiting for you!’

Qhuinn swallowed up those odd instincts and feelings, shaking her head a little as if to clear it. She refocused on Conall and his talk about her hunting, giving him a grateful smile at his understanding. “That’s a deal that I can easily make” she chuckled. “I mean, who knows right? In time I may become more comfortable with it. I have nothing but time now” She smiled ruefully, then reached for her drink and took a long sip.

He was doing it again, that staring thing. Not in a creeper kind of way, but as if..he couldn’t look at her enough. She flushed again, a little darker this time, gray eyes lowered shyly to her plate until he spoke again. Then she smiled, radiant and sincere. “I’d love that! I have so much to show you. I can..” Qhuinn looked around, lowering her voice. “I can shift really well on my own now. I do it all the time”

When he felt her fingers softly stroke the skin on his hand, the feelings intensified and he was certain she was feeling it, too. Could it be? Was she why he came back to New Orleans. Did she draw him here? Of course it wasn’t something she would have known was happening. It was beyond the two of them. Stronger than anything they could do in their own strength. Their previous meeting was so brief and then she was gone. He didn’t give it much thought at the time. He simply acted like any Alpha would seeing a woman being attacked so brutally. Staying by her there in the woods that night, he simply wanted to make sure she survived the bite. Nuzzling up next to her in his wolf form, was mostly to keep her warm. Could that brief encounter have been their destiny?

He heard her words, but didn’t like the way the came out. She was doing it again. “Och, noo dinnae dae that, wee wolf. Yer 'ere fur a reason, mah dear, 'n' I, fur one, am glad ye fought tae survive.” And then he saw it. There was a spark in her eye. He saw it for a brief moment and then the small shake of her head. Yes. She felt it, too. They were connected in a way that only wolves connect. Again, he didn’t press the issue or do what his soul was growling within him to do. "Na. Hauld yer horses. Be patient,” he told himself, “It wull be worth it in th' end.”

His smile grew when she mentioned the possibility of hunting in the future. “Thare ye go! That's a good way tae think aboot it. If yer wolf needs tae hunt, ye wull hunt. Otherwise, we'll deal, I mean, ye'll deal wi' it as yi''ll need tae.” After taking another drink of his Scotch, he nodded his head when she said she’d like to go for a run. “Good! I cannae wait tae see ye shift 'n' see that bonny wolf that I ken is there.” Now he was even more eager for dinner to end. He was due for a good long run and now he had her there to run with. For him, all was right with the world. Looking up as the waiter brought their plates, he thanked the young man and smiled at the beautiful woman at the table next to him. Holding up his fork and knife with the look of a child at Christmastime, he asked, “Shall we?”

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Qhuinn took a breath at her little show of boldness. It wasn’t that she never stood up for herself, she was an independent woman who had at first come here with the intent of eating a nice dinner all by her little self. She had just been concerned about insulting Conall. Or worse, by appearing weak in front of him by showing what a sucky wolf she had turned out to be. Probably best that he knew that now though, before he became too involved.

At his kind offer, Qhuinn smiled a little then shook her head. This was even harder to admit than inability, but again..he should know what he was getting into. “That’s um..really nice of you. But it’s not just that I can’t..it’s that I don’t want to. I love animals, and as idiotic as it sounds because I’m not a vegan, I just can’t go, you know..tearing into some poor little bunny.” She blew out a breath, laughing a little. “Didn’t think you’d be sharing dinner with perhaps the most neurotic wolf in the free world, did you?” she smirked ruefully, pretty much figuring that any chance of them building a friendship had just been shot to hell. She was a lot to handle, and was well aware of it.

Though none of that kept the blush from creeping to her cheeks when he revealed that he had no mate or family. Surprising really, considering his looks and charm. And hell, just the accent alone. Was he gay? That would be just about her luck, wouldn’t it? “That’s hard to believe. I mean, have you seen yourself?” she joked, chuckling softly, then nodding at his words. When he patted her hand, her small fingers curled around his, almost instinctively. “I know. And I’m proud of how far I’ve come, considering I’m on my own. It just..it gets lonely. But I don’t know how to, you know..find a pack. Or if one would even want me. I um..I’m not a ‘normal’ wolf, see?” she started.

Conall was taken with the wee wolf. So much so that something tugged at his heart and he cleared his throat when it hit him. Feeling her slender fingers curl around his caused him to lock eyes with her as she spoke. He wanted to lean over and kiss her on the spot, but didn’t want to scare her away. He would take as much time as this needed.

He knew what she was doing with her explanations. Being an Alpha gave him an ability to read people quite well. She was hurt, he didn’t like the term damaged, but he was almost certain that’s how she saw herself. “Ye shuid be proud o` yer progress. Ye'v dane something that men far stronger then ye wur nae able tae dae.” He gave that hand a small squeeze and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss. “Ye'r obviously a fighter, Wee Wolf. Much stronger than ye gie yersel' credit fur.”

Turning to face her full on, as what he was about to say was vital for her to hear, he held her hand a bit tighter. “As fur th' hunting, dinnae let it worry ye. Ye certainly kin git by wi'oot th' need tae dae it. Tis in mah blood. I hae tae hunt. If ye dinnae hold mah need tae hunt against me, a wullnae haud yer desire nae tae hunt against ye, love. Fair enough?”

For the time being, he decided to let the conversation turn away from the subject of family and mates. He knew what he wanted, but didn’t want to scare her away. She would know soon enough. He was still a gentleman and wouldn’t do anything until he was certain she was receptive. She needed care and delicate handling. That much he knew. She needed a safe place. Her world was not safe for her, after what she had been through. He would see to it that she would feel safe again. It was only a matter of time.

Looking at her with a twinkle in his eye, he continued, “Wid ye lik' tae go fur a midnight run after we eat? I’d love tae see yer wolf.”

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Qhuinn peered at him over the edge of her menu, just taking in his face and letting his scent and voice wash over her. There was something so comforting about him, that went beyond his commanding presence. It was safety. Everything about him felt safe. From his large hands to that deep voice to the way that he took control but not in an overwhelming way. Everything just shouted safe. It was then that she started to relax..a little.

“I know it may not be very ladylike of me, but I do love my whiskey” she admitted with a laugh, then bit her lip and smiled shyly when Conall ordered for them both. He had everything right..except for one tiny but kinda important little detail. At first she didn’t even consider saying anything, but then her voice seemed to leave her mouth on it’s own accord, meek but there. “Um..could you make mine medium rare actually. Sorry, I just..can’t stomach full rare” she admitted, cheeks going pink again. 

When the waiter left, she dropped her voice to nearly nothing, but knew that Conall would hear her just fine. “Sorry. I um..I can’t hunt. So I still eat pretty much like I always have. I hope you’re not offended?” Qhuinn murmured, then smiled softly at his words of reassurance. “I think I’d like that.. But you don’t have to alter your life for me! Don’t you have a mate..a family?” she asked tentatively, then gave him a stronger smile. “Better. A lot better. Still have my off months of course but I’m getting there”

Conall could sense the little wolf taking in his essence. It wasn’t the first time it had happened to him. He didn’t know if it was the Alpha in him that elicited such a strong reaction. He thought maybe it was because he was the one to saved her that night. Who knew? All he knew was he was happy to be with her at that moment and to know that she not only survived that attack, but seemed to be thriving and adjusting to her new life. It was an adjustment for the strongest of man, but for a woman of her make up, it had to be hard and he hated that he couldn’t have been there for her over the past couple years.

He smiled when she stopped the waiter and corrected the order. At least she wasn’t intimidated enough by him that she wouldn’t speak up for herself. “Na, ye'r fine Wee Wolf. A'm glad ye spoke up. Cannae hae ye gaun hungry juist fur I guessed wrong, noo kin we?” He chuckled softly as he took a sip of his Scotch.

Hearing her words and her be almost embarrassed by the fact that she couldn’t hunt, his heart skipped a beat. “Nae offended at a', darlin'. I know. Ye haven't had proper instruction. If you'd lik', ah kin give that tae ye.” Hearing what he said next gave him pause. No. He didn’t have a mate and not cubs. He never allowed himself the chance to find a mate. He kept himself busy with work. Knowing his life was long ahead of him, he had time. Unless he found one of his kind, he most likely would not have a family. Loving a human and watching them die, would not be something he could do. Even a strong Alpha has his limits. Taking another drink, he answered her question. “Na. Na mate. Na cubs. Juist me. Wirk keeps me plenty busy. Gie yersel' time. It wull come. Ye'r a wee cub yersel' fur a' intents 'n' purposes. Be patien 'n' gentle wi' yersel'.” He reached across the table and gave her hand a gentle pat in an effort to offer some small comfort to her.

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Qhuinn’s mouth went dry as he approached her. He was huge, so much bigger than she remember. And it made her feel like a little girl playing dress up, with her low-cut dress, teetering on heels that were a bit too high for the safety of herself and anyone close by. He leaned in and brushed his lips along her cheek, and her eyes fluttered closed. His scent was all around her already, and it felt..like coming home. Like being wrapped in a warm old blanket..but in an exciting way too. “Hi..” she breathed again, obviously incapable of branching out from single syllables. All in due time.. 

Qhuinn nodded when he said that she was with him, then nearly jumped right out of her shoes when he touched her again. She managed to make her way to the table without kissing the floor though, and dropped gratefully into the chair that was so sweetly pulled out for her. She watched, wide-eyed, as the waiter came right over, and took the menu that was offered with shaking hands. The meal that she had already planned in her mind was forgotten, so she cracked the large leather book right away, though nothing in it seemed to make any sense. Flipping to the drink section, she let out a breath. Whiskey..she knew that word. That seemed like a god start.

Conall began to speak again and she startled, lifting those eyes to his face once more. She had to listen carefully with his heavy accent, but that was okay. She could have happily just listened to him speak for the rest of the night. When he asked her a direct question, Qhuinn opened her mouth and just prayed that something intelligent and maybe even cute and charming came out. “I… I thought about you too, all the time. I still do, especially on days like today. It’s been two years…but I still remember everything. I’m..better. It hasn’t been easy. At all. I’ve been alone, but I manage” she finally concluded softly.

Conall chuckled to himself as he watched the frail, little wolf trying her best to keep her composure. His heart swelled as he watched her. Something that hadn’t happened to him in a long time. He was awash with emotion for this Wee Wolf and they had just reconnected. Could it be? He shook his head to push the thought from his mind. No point going some place for which neither one of them were ready.

“Whiskey? Noo thir's a lassie efter mah ain hert,” he commented. He reached across the table and gently took the menu from her petite hand. Smiling, he gave her a confident nod and passed the menus to the waiter. “We’ll hae twa o` yer best cuts o' steak 'n' mak' thaim seendle, A'm sorry. Tha’ would be rare.” He didn’t have to ask her, he knew that was precisely what she would want. It was an almost certainty that her taste in food had change drastically since her turning. She would be craving more meat now and most like the rarer the better.

It hurt his heart to hear that she had been suffering through this adjustment all alone. It wasn’t easy for him and he was much strong than she. “Twa years,” he said with a sense of shock. “Time pure does fly. Weel, ye'll nae be alone noo, Wee Wolf. Ah will be 'ere fur wirk 'n' ye kin hae as much time wi' me as you'd lik'. Haes th' shift bin hard on ye?”

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Qhuinn couldn’t believe that it had been two years since since she had been turned into a wolf. Yep..today was her wolf-aversary. The day had started out like any other, with her waking up in her French Quarter apartment, and getting ready for the day at Louisiana Moon in New Orleans’s posh Garden District. Where the rent was high, but it was well worth it. She had plans though, big ones. When she got off of work, she was going to walk her Samoyed Remus, then treat them both to a steak dinner: she at a restaurant in town, he her leftovers later that night. 

As she showered and dressed, then went down for her morning coffee and muffin, complete with dog snuggles, her mind churned over the events that had led to this particular anniversary. The normal night out with friends, the one too many rum and Cokes. The man with the sexy accent, who evaded the question whenever she asked his name. At the time she had thought that was dangerous but in a good way, bringing her back to her teens when she had fallen for anything in a leather jacket. She hadn’t hesitate a moment when he had asked her to follow him outside. They both knew exactly what was going to happen. 

Qhuinn fed Remus and herself, still lost in her memories as she jumped onto her vintage Harley and made the short drive to her bakery. She still felt guilt to this day, that she truly had asked for it, even though she had told him no. She remembered everything. The fear, the pain. The sounds the wolf made as he nearly mauled her. And then..him. Kind eyes. A soft, heavily accented voice. Gentle hands that carried her to safety and tended her wounds as he explained what she had just been through. And what could possibly happen to her. She had thought that he was crazy..until she had woken the next morning with senses too alert to ignore. Her Scottish savior. She still thought of him all the time, wondering if he had been real or a fever dream. 

The day went by quickly and normally, and before she knew it, it was time to go home and dress. To some it may have seemed odd, sad even, to put on a red dress, do her hair and makeup, only to have a nice dinner by herself. But after two years of being completely alone in the world, Qhuinn had gotten used to the stairs. The steakhouse was not far from her apartment so she walked, with plans to call an Uber home if didn’t feel up to the trek back. Drunk men poked their heads out of bars to catcall at the petite brunette as she walked past, unknowing that she were a werewolf who could snap their neck without mussing a hair. The thought, as always, made her giggle. 

Qhuinn stepped into the steakhouse, and it was as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. He was there.. She stopped at the hostess booth and just stared, her face going pale and flushed at the same time, as her lips curved in a tentative smile. ‘Hi…’ she finally mouthed, silently begging him to come her way.

All uncertainly was gone when she acknowledged him. His heart began to beat a little more quickly just seeing her there in the flesh. He rose from his seat and made his way over to the hostess station. Wanting to give her a big wolf hug, he refrain and leaned in for a soft kiss on the cheek instead. “Hello, Wee Wolf,” he said softy. Turning to the hostess, he took control of the situation, in his Alpha style. “Och, na need tae pat her oan th' list. She'll be joining me.” Turning back to the petite brunette and gestured for her to lead the way. Once they started walking toward his table, he place his hand in the small of her back, protectively. It was instinctual with him. As an Alpha, he was programmed to protect those weaker than him. For Conall, that was most.

When they reached the table, he pulled the chair back for her to sit. Looking around, he motioned for the server to come to him, which he did quickly. Conall had a presence about him. He commanded a room, wherever he was. Not in a domineering way. It was more from a position of strength and leadership. Because of this, he was always tended to quickly and with respect. He in turn, treated those to served him well. The wait staff was always respected and tipped very well. No matter where Conall went, he was treated as royalty and when the waiter joined them, he asked for an extra place setting for his guest and told the waiter to get her whatever she wanted to drink.

Looking at her as she sat across from him, he smiled softly before speaking. “Dae ye ken howfur many times a've thought o' ye, Wee Wolf? Nae a day haes passed that ye weren't in a thought or twa. A'm sae happy yer looking sae well 'n' healthy. How have you adjusted tae yer new life?”

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Conall had made his way back to Louisiana. It had been quite awhile since he was there, even though his mind really never left the place. It was the woman. She had a hold on him and he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her. When he found her, she was close to death. The bite was one that only the strongest of human could survive, and she was petite. He stayed by her side the entire night until he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke, she was gone. Looking around and trying to pick up her scent, he was unsuccessful and howled with a sense of grief not knowing what happened to her. There wasn’t a day that passed in which a thought of her didn’t enter his mind. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew the connection was strong enough to eventually bring him back to the place where it began.

Several years had since passed and his business kept him quite busy. Based in his native Scotland, his clientele in the U.K. were always needing one thing or another. It was when his Louisiana client called needing more work he knew he couldn’t let the chance to find her again pass him by. Even the slightest chance couldn’t be left to pass without an attempt.

After his plane landed and he settled into his hotel room, he couldn’t resist going for a run in the woods. The same woods where he found the petite brunette being attacked by another of his kind. His protective Alpha instincts kicked in and he turned on the wolf that bit the small woman. He knew the chances of finding her in the woods were minimal, but it was where he had to start.

The air was crisp and clean and he howled with excitement as he ran. It was energy he needed to expel as he hoped his trip would be successful, not only in business, but his search as well. The run was exhilarating and he felt better than he had in a long time. Was it being back where she was? He hope to find out soon enough.

Once his run was complete and he felt he had expelled all the pent up energy he’d been holding onto for what felt like forever. He decided to shower and go down to the restaurant to get dinner. A rare steak and a glass of his favorite Scotch was all he could think about . That would hit the spot for him, for certain.

The atmosphere was inviting and the dinner music was almost hypnotic. Between the Scotch, the steak and the ambiance, he could feel himself drifting into an exceedingly relaxed mood. It was then that a scent caught his attention. Surely, he was imagining it. It was wishful thinking. After all, what were the chances that he would find her his first night in town? Somehow the scent seemed to be getting stronger and he turned to look over his shoulder to take a glance in the direction from where the scent was coming. All he could do was stare. He wondered if she would notice him and even remember who he was. 

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