Summary: Kagome is a human.
She is destined to be his mate, but despite her friends’ misgivings, she couldn’t be happier.
Werewolves had existed alongside humans for centuries, but their cultures and practices remained a mystery.
Even in the age of the internet, most of what was known about how they functioned was based on old, misunderstood rumors and stereotypes.
Well, Kagome had always thought they were stereotypes, anyway, even though the rest of humanity tended to hold them closer to truth.
She’d met werewolves though, and she had a hard time believing they were mindless brutes ruled by sex and instinct.
They were her friends, and they were just like anyone else, even if their private lives were more complicated and intricate than the rest of the human population.
Her human friends always asked her questions in hopes she had answers.
Did they really have heat cycles?
Did they howl at the moon?
Did they go feral when they shifted?
Were their alphas really cruel and angry?
Werewolves were already protective enough, so even if she had an answer, she refused to give it.
It meant the world to her that her werewolf friends had trusted her enough to share what little they had, and she had no plans of letting them down.
And then she’d met an Alpha.
She’d worked at a coffee shop right on the edge of a wolf commune.
That was how she’d made the wolf friends she had.
But one day, dark and cold and rainy and a good 3 years into her job, a new face walked in, one she’d never seen, who’s powerful, otherworldly aura filled the entire café and grasped the attention of anyone inside.
Their eyes had met, and her customer service greeting died on her tongue as an electric current of recognition exploded between them.
It was not unheard of; on rare occasions, humans were born and chosen by the Moon Goddess to complete one of her beloved wolf shifters.
Kagome had always found the notion romantic, even though her friends thought it would be a nightmare.
They’d been devastated for her when she’d shared the happy news.
Convinced she’d be stuffed in a wolf den and forced to breed litters of wolf cubs, they pleaded with her to run away instead of ‘submit to a mean, angry alpha.’
But Koga was nothing like what they assumed.
She stretched and smiled from her place in his arms, and he grinned down at her as the morning sun filtered through their bedroom window.
“Mornin’,” he murmured in his low, gravely morning voice, kissing her forehead, squeezing her close.
She always woke up like this, scooped up from the bed so he could cradle her against his chest, watching her sleep for a while, keeping her warm and safe.
That day in the coffee shop had started a rapid lesson on what an Alpha really was, and what their role entailed.
He could be stern, he could even be angry, but Koga lead his clan with fairness, justice, and clear love and affection for all of the people in his pack.
Kagome couldn’t believe people actually thought Alphas mistreated their mates.
She’d met several since joining the pack during official business between different clans, and every mated alpha worshiped the one fated to them by the heavens.
She’d never been treated so gently, so indulgently, like she was a piece of the beloved moon itself entrusted to Koga’s special protection.
“Goodmorning Koga,” she replied, a yawn splitting her face, and he chuckled and kissed her head again.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“I can cook! You did it yesterday.”
“Yeah? Well, last I checked you’were growin’ my cub yesterday, too.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t contribute to our household.”
“You contribute enough just by being here.”
She melted, relaxing against him again, listening to his heartbeat and letting the warmth of his skin suffuse her entire body.
“Oh alright. You can pamper me again today.”
His smile lit the room, and in no time she found herself tucked snuggly back into bed as he raced off to make tea and breakfast and ice water and extra snacks incase she got hungry.
Her phone was charged, her book was on her bedside, and the tv remote had fresh batteries as well.
He would be close at hand all day in case she needed anything, and though she would never be helpless and had her own tendencies to dote and fuss, seeing Koga come alive when she allowed him to tend to her so closely made the cabin fever of Alpha Sanctioned Bedrest worth it.
Doting was what Koga did best.
He was an Alpha, after all.
