“My wolf will sleep better closer to you, and so will I, if you stop questioning everything.” Confused, I looked over at him, his eyes were closed. “I can hear your thoughts when you’re close, now can you please go to sleep?”
What? Can he hear my thoughts? My face heated up, instantly mortified, thinking of all the inappropriate thoughts I had of him in the diner. Why can’t I hear his then?
Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked down at my reddening face.
“I can hear yours because I have marked you and you are close to me. You haven’t marked me so, therefore, you can’t hear mine. As for the dirty thoughts, I didn’t know of them until you just remembered them, now please go to sleep.”
Oh my god kill me now. I mentally face palmed myself. Rolling over to my side, I tried to go back to sleep, but it just wasn’t happening. Trying to think of anything other than the Alpha’s warm body next to mine, I started counting back from a 100. “Not helping, please stop talking.”
“Stop listening then, I never asked to be in here. I can’t sleep with you next to me.”
“You were sleeping just fine before. I can help if you want.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically. “How? Are you going to drug me again?” I laughed.
“I have other ways.” Before I could ask what they were, he was on top of me, his legs pressed against my thighs, his head pressed to where my mark was. The next thing I remember is his canines brushing up against it before his teeth sunk into it, remarking me, then I was out like a light.
Waking up the next morning, I could hear water running. Groggily opening my eyes and peering around the room, I blinked, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light shining in through the floor to ceiling windows. His room looked like something out of a catalogue. All the furniture was made from oak, and the carpet was black and thick, making the room quite cosy looking with the furniture. The king bed was also made from oak with a huge headboard that had two wolves facing each other carved into it. Getting up, I noticed straight away I still only had his shirt on. Walking over to the dresser, I opened the drawer which had briefs and socks in it, going to the next drawer I opened it. Inside were boxers and pyjamas. Grabbing a pair, I slipped them on before taking a pair of his socks and putting those on too. Wanting to leave before he got out of the shower, I quickly opened the door and started running down the stairs, which were located next to the bedroom door I found Lily hiding in.
Opening the door, I popped my head in, but the room was empty. Closing the door, I walked down the hallway, passing the infirmary after a few turns. I knew this side of the house, so finding the stairs leading down to the main floor was easier today than when I tried to escape. Walking down the stairs, I could smell freshly brewed coffee and bacon. My stomach growled hungrily. I followed the scent all the way to the kitchen, where I found Lily, Beta Zane, and a blonde woman with the little girl Lily introduced me to. Standing in the kitchen was Wendy and another man whom I’m assuming must be her mate, as he had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. His head rested on her shoulder while she was standing at the bench drinking what I’m assuming is coffee or what I like to call liquid gold.
As soon as I swung the wooden door open, all eyes turned to me. Not one of them seemed shocked to see me. Wendy smiled and walked up to me with her arms open, embracing me in a warm hug.
“I’m so glad you are alright. You had me worried when you left.”
I hugged her back before stepping back and looking at her. “I’m sorry I hope you didn’t get in too much trouble.”
“Don’t worry about the Alpha, I can handle him.” She winked before smiling back at me.
“Oh, this is Mitch, my mate. You already know Zane, and that is Christine, Zane’s mate,” Wendy said, pointing to each one. Mitch had short blonde hair and blue eyes and a round face. He was taller than Alpha Reid but leaner. Christine had blonde curly hair that sat on her shoulders, her facial features were softer, and she had green eyes and pale skin. Waving at them, I instantly recognised Mitch was the one I headbutted.
“Sorry about yesterday,” I said, looking at him. Mitch just nodded his head. His nose was already healed, not even a scratch, but that didn’t make me feel any better especially knowing he was Wendy’s mate.
“What, I don’t get an apology?” asked Zane.
“I barely touched you, and you fell over your own feet,” I threw back at him with a grin on my face.
Zane shook his head, smiling before taking a sip of his coffee. Lily stopped eating her pancakes and came over to me, wrapping her tiny arms around me in a hug, before running back to the table to sit next to Amber. Walking over to the jug, I poured myself some coffee and lent on the counter with my arms next to Wendy and Mitch, who had gone back to the same position they were in when I walked in. Come to think of it, Christine also had some part of her touching Zane. When each would move, they would readjust some body part whether it was arms, legs, or hands to keep touching each other like magnets. Must be a mate thing and werewolf thing because I don’t feel like touching Alpha Reid. I feel like running from him.
Speak of the devil, and he will show. Just as I was taking a sip from my coffee, in bursts Reid with his wet hair that was dripping on his clean blue shirt and a pair of jeans. The panicked look on his face made me jump back before his features softened and relaxed upon seeing me standing next to Wendy. Walking towards me, I took a step back, bumping into Wendy.
“He won’t bite love; he is alright once you get to know him.”
“That’s because you haven’t been bitten by him.” I could hear everyone chuckle. My hand reflexively went to my mark where he decided to take a bite last night. Who is she kidding? I have every right to fear him. He hates me and my kind.
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