I have to ignore my still hard dick during the shower and once I’m ready, I leave my room and head for my car, still trying my hardest not to think about what just happened.I need to erase the memory of her squirting on my hand from my fucking head. I need to erase her naked body. It’s making me sick. It makes me feel disgusted with myself. But fuck, she doesn't look like a little girl. Not when she's naked and moaning like…"Agh, stop!" I complain loudly, shaking my head before parking the car in front of my old house. "Hey, bitch," Rogan says when he sees me come in. He's lying on the couch, eating something, "Did you have fun on your honeymoon?""Yeah, it was good," I mumble and sit down next to him, but as soon as there's a quiet moment, my mind starts to flash back to memories of Anya, so I jump back up, "I need help moving my stuff to the other house. The pool table and the boxes I left in the garage.""Sure, I have nothing to do. Should we do it now?" he asks, getting up. I
Anya was right, shomehow. I do need to keep my foot at full rest for at least five days to give my body a chance to recover properly. If I put too much weight on it, the tiny bones I broke are going to shift around even more. And if I dare to shift to my wolf form, the bones would heal immediately, but they might reconnect in the wrong place and then I’ll be truly fucked. "This is your fault!" I yell at Rogan when the call ends. I’m seething. This was such a dumb mistake and it could cost me everything. "Bro, I'm sorry! What do you want me to do, break my foot too?" he asks. I raise an eyebrow and nod, "I'm not going to do that, you sadistic piece of shit. I can be your nurse, though. I'll go buy you some crutches right now and I’ll start icing you, like the doctor said.""I'd rather choke on a dick than walk around my pack on crutches like a weakling. I'll stay here until this shit heals,” I mutter and point directly at his stupid face, “But I don't want you to ever forget this wa
"Do you really think you should mess with the person who is going to prepare your food?" I ask through gritted teeth. Jae looks up at me with a frown, "I could spit on it. Or sprinkle some arsenic on it.""Or squirt all over it, right?" He throws at me. My with mouth drops open in shock and I throw the glass of water at him. The glass breaks against his big head, "What the fuck?!”"Fuck you!" I yell at him and turn to leave, "Fuck you and make your own food. Call your father to complain if you want, you're nothing but a huge fucking kid.""Anya, get back here immediately," he growls, really angry now. But I don't give a shit, I'm angry too, "Anya!""Fuck off, asshole," I blurt out and finally make it back inside the house. I notice he gets up and starts hopping towards me, but he's not that fast like this, so I get to my room and lock the door before he catches up to me.God, it still smells like sex in here, even after I remove the sheets. I groan and cover my face in embarrassment.
This time when I approach Jae with a plate of chicken, rice and some vegetables, Jae doesn't push it out of my hands, like he did the other one. He just sits up on the bed and starts eating while I re-arrange the pillows under his leg and put a new bag of ice on his foot. It really looks worse than before, thanks to me. I know he deserves it, but I still feel guilty."Do you want to watch TV?" I ask, pointing at the flat screen in front of my bed. Jae thinks about it as he chews, then nods. "I'm fine, you can leave now. I’ll text you if I need something," he says once he has the remote in his hand. I nod, but I don’t leave yet. I walk to my closet to pack a few days worth of clothes before leaving, with one last look at Jae. He looks completely ridiculous lying on my bed around all the girly stuff his mom bought me. I walk through the door he destroyed to go upstairs and head to his room. His bed is still made, everything is in its place and it doesn't smell like Jae because he h
When I finally arrive home, I find Jae sitting on the couch and there’s a surprise next to him: his mother. My slight concern at leaving him alone for so long dissipates. "Do you always come home this late?" Jae complains as soon as I approach, crossing his arms in annoyance. I roll my eyes and approach Luna Vivian to greet her with a hug, "And why the fuck did you take my car, huh? You didn't ask for it.”"What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, right?" I reply with a smile that only makes his frown deepen, Luna Vivian laughs, "My classes end at one thirty. I’t a half hour drive.""Hm, you should buy yourself a car then. Whatever, I’m hungry. Go make us food," he orders. I squint at him, making him take a deep breath and get ready to be nice, "Please.""I can help you, dear," Luna Vivian offers with a smile, "I'll be there in a second, you can go ahead first.""That would be nice, thanks," I head to the kitchen with heavy feet, annoyed because I won't be able to have my before
When the food is ready and we go out to the dining room, I notice that Alpha Riku has arrived. He's having what appears to be a serious conversation with Jae on the couch, probably about his foot and how dumb he is for letting that happen. I wonder if Jae will tell him that 'it was all my fault' for daring to wear a bikini in front of him and his dumber friend. Once everything is set on the table, Vivian calls them. Both men get up from the couch, but Jae refuses his father's help and hops on one foot to the table. Rude as always, but still consistent. Like I said. I kind of like that about him, weirdly."Hello, Anya," Riku greets me as he approaches and gives me a light hug. His eyes drop to my neck briefly, but he doesn't look surprised. Only satisfied, "It smells delicious, dear.”"Thank you, Alpha. Please have a seat," I say and once he's seated at the head of the table, I find my own seat next to Jae and I focus on my food… except the salad, because it’s too far away from me.
{ Jae }What the hell did she just say? I think I misheard.I turn to get a better look at her. She’s curled in a ball, looking up at me with red cheeks. The shirt she's wearing has lifted up and it’s letting me see the soft skin of her mid-rift. She really looks like a fucking kid all curled up like this. I don’t like it. "What did you just say?" I ask with a frown, only because I can't believe she's... initiating something with me. Why would she? There's no way. "Forget it," she mumbles and tries to get up, but I manage to grab her arm before she runs off. I pull her until she falls back on the bed, "Hey!""What did you just say?" I repeat, louder this time. Anya frowns too and I can see she has an internal struggle between repeating it or not. Maybe she regrets it. Maybe she didn't even say what I thought she said in the first place. "I wanted to ask you if you took a shower, that's all," she lies. I let go of her arm and just narrow my eyes at her, "You smell... stronger tha
{ Anya }"Everything okay?" Luna Vivian asks with a frown as I return to the boutique, stumbling like a baby deer. I feel like someone just hit me over the head with a frying pan. I guess she can tell. "Aha, sure," I reply, but it sounds and smells like a clear lie. Because I'm OBVIOUSLY not okay. What the hell? I've never been so embarrassed before. I can't believe he was in my room, WHY WAS HE THERE!!!, "Nothing important.""Okay," she mumbles as if she's not sure she believes me, but she decides to pretend nothing is going on and lifts up a gold dress that's too sparkly for me. I'm going to a gala, not the Grammy's, "How about this one?""It's not for me," I mumble, swallowing my pain. Damn it, what the fuck am I going to do now? How am I going to look him in the eye again? "This one?" Vivian asks again, showing me a black one. I don't care, so I just nod and she hands it to the saleswoman to put on my fitting room. I want to run away and never ever see Jae again. I never want t