CHAPTER 003: AN ALPHA DADDY… FOR CHRISTMAS.

He took me to a cabin. A warm cabin that’s surprisingly decorated with Christmas lights, trees and all. The air is thick with a minty scent, the lights casting a warm, dreamlike illusion. And maybe, after all, I’m still sleeping in Austin’s car and this is all a dream.

I feel so weak, my head hurts, my calf aches badly. Mr. Wolverine—Jaxon—carefully sits me on a furry brown sofa. My eyes flutter as he squats before me, grabbing my ankle to inspect my punctured calf again. He feels and looks so rough—and I love it.

“You’ll need a little stitch.” He speaks again in the drowsy scrapy voice as he takes off my boots.

“Stitch?!” My heart pounds. I glance at my calf and it’s bleeding badly, some of the blood already soaked up my jeans.

“Yes, doll, it seems—”

“Doll?” My stomach bottoms. I lick my lip as I stare at him. He’s watching me… very closely, and it's making me all hot and jumpy.

“You didn’t tell me your name.” He simply states.

Oh. I tuck a stray hair behind my ears, heat creeping down my spine. “I’m Annabelle. But you can call me Belle.” I whisper shakily because his amber eyes are making me weaker.

“Belle.” He hums, as if testing the name on his tongue. “Beautiful.” He adds with a lazy smirk.

Okay, he really should stop with all the sexy man act. An ovulating woman is a dangerous creature to play with.

Although, he seems more dangerous than the wild animals in the woods. I mean, I watched him fight off a wolf!

He says nothing else, just rises to get a first aid box which I’m wondering why he has it.

He doesn’t seem like a nurse… or a doctor. He’s more like a rancher, a biker or a mechanic.

I inhale sharply then, remembering Austin and Sally are stranded on the way and probably waiting for me and the mechanic.

“I’m sorry, I have to go now, my sister—”

“No.” He growls, his gaze pinning me back on the sofa.

What? Is this a kidnapping?

“You can’t keep me hostage here! I really do need to leave!” I try to get up again but I can’t, I’m too weak.

“After I help you with your wound.” He says coolly, his huge body moving like a mountain and settling at my feet again.

I melt into the chair, my body relaxing against my will.

“Stay put. You’ll feel a sting now.” He mutters distractedly.

“What?” I frown, trying to grasp what he meant but then I feel a needle press into my skin. My limbs knot and my vision begins to double. I try to speak but my tongue’s too heavy, and gradually, I fall into a deep sleep.

I wake up to the smell of chicken soup, reminding me of Christmas Eve mornings years ago with Aunt May.

I groan as I sit up and my head spins. I feel feverish now, despite the cold that lingers in the air. I slowly push myself up to my feet and I have to hold on to a post beside me. I turn to see I’d slept in a four poster bed. I look around for sight of him—Jaxon. His name still starts a quickening in my heart.

I tiptoe forward and just then, he appears from what seems to be the kitchen.

“Hi.” He waves, his expression chivalrous. He drags his eyes from my face to my plump chest and then down to my wide hips.

I swallow hard and I’m dumbfounded for a good three seconds because he’s shirtless and in a Christmas-themed apron!

Lord have mercy. Is he oiled up? There’s no way his body just naturally glistens, right?

He prowls closer and I have to step back so I wouldn’t pass out again from the way he's blatantly flirting with me with his seductive eyes.

“I’m sorry I had to sedate you. Otherwise you wouldn’t stay put as I stitched you up.” He gestures at my calf.

That’s when I look down and my calf is stitched up. But then that’s not the deal because why the hell am I in Christmas-themed shorts?!

“Oh my God! My trousers!” I gape at him, my heart thundering in my ribcage.

He just offers a small smile like it’s no issue that he undressed me.

“Washed, stitched, and drying on the line.” He gestures outside.

I can’t believe my ears. I can’t believe he took off my trousers! I can’t believe my pussy’s buzzing because she likes it!

Slut!

“Did you see my panties?” I ask, worried he’d ogled me. Do I really care?

“Yes but I didn’t know if to remove them.” He shrugs.

“What?!” I blurt and he just stares at me like he doesn’t understand my reaction. I think he's teasing me.

I turn around like a confused chicken and I’m trying to gather my thoughts.

“Oh my god, I need to leave right now!” I tell him seriously.

“I sent help to your sister and the other guy. They must be already at their destination.” He says and then points to the bed. “You can text them if you want but I’m not sure there’s a strong Wi-Fi connection.”

I frown at him and look at where he’s pointing.

“My phone!” I snatch my pretty pink pouched phone and tap on it quickly. I’d lost it in the woods. Thankfully, it turns on and I press it to my beating chest, blowing a long, satisfied breath.

“You’ll be safer here.” Jaxon starts talking again.

“Wolves dominate the woods during the full moon. You’ll be free to go after your wound is healed and the full moon is over.”

“And when will that be?” I ask.

“Your wound will heal by morning—”

“No, I mean the full moon. When will it be over?”

Jaxon pauses, as if my question bothers him.

“After Christmas.” He finally replies.

“What?!” I flip, stumbling forward but I miss a step and I almost fall onto a wooden stool but he catches me in a split second.

“Sit down, doll, you’ll trip and break your neck.” He holds me in his arms.

My eyes grow wide because how did he move so fast across the room? He’s done this before in the woods.

“How did you—” I squint, not knowing if I should ask but I do, “What are you?”

He grins and that scares me—a little. “What do you think I am?”

I pull away from him and create a safe distance.

“You’re fast. You’re super strong… you’re…” I shake my head in confusion, my curls scattering more.

He doesn’t help me out, he just keeps on that sexy grin. I’m trying so hard not to stare at his godlike face and those yummy biceps.

“No. You can’t be.” I mutter, chuckling like a crazed woman. That stupid wish note is fucking with my mind. Jaxon’s an ordinary man. An incredibly hot, strong and fast ordinary man.

“So when am I—” I’m interrupted when he goes into the kitchen and returns with a bowl of soup. He sets it on the stool and gestures for me to sit on the chair. A Christmas tree decorated with lights shines next to it. This is a pretty cool cabin, I thought. Like a nice home with a deceiving exterior. I wonder if he has TV and a fireplace.

“I’m trying to look after you, Belle. Until you’re strong enough to leave. Trust me, I won’t let any harm come to you.” He tells me solemnly.

Easy boy, I take protective men very seriously.

I shrug, trying to act nonchalant and sit. I stare at the soup for a moment. It’s chicken porridge soup.

“Eat first.” I say because it could be poisoned.

I glance at him and he’s indifferent. He leans down to takes a spoonful and chews. Oh damn, look at those strong jaws go. This is the kind of man you rub your clit thinking about, and then you come in seconds and it’s a—

“Belle?” His big voice ruffles my mind.

I hum, blinking twice at him.

“You can eat now. I’ll go check on your clothes.” He straightens up and walks away and I can’t look away from how his back muscles move.

Shit. I’m wetting his Christmas shorts.

By the way. These are female shorts. Are these for his girlfriend? Wife? Daughter.

My head starts hurting again so I just sigh and eat my soup.

The food was spicy, almost too spicy but delicious. So I had to gulp down an entire bottle of water and soon, I needed to pee badly.

“Jaxon?” I call as I leave the room, in search of the bathroom. I go down a dimly lit hallway and hear a shower running by the left.

I turn and walk in that direction and there’s a glassy door open ajar.

I move slower, tilting my head to get a view of what I’m not sure I think I’m seeing.

“Belle?” Jaxon calls as he turns around. My heart stops then, and I freeze at the sight of what he’s stroking in his large hand.

“Oh my God.” I whisper, my eyes glued to his cock covered in lather.

And it isn’t just any cock.

It’s a… beastly, ruddy, fat, all veiny, twelve-inch cock!