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Micajah Stone
I lay her down on my bed, my chest wet with her tears and the bubbly water. She is still silently crying. She sits up on the bed and folds her legs under her hips. I throw a towel from my bathroom at her, she wraps it around her. The alcohol effect won't last long, I know. Maybe 20 more minutes. We are werewolves, the effect duration is not as same as with humans.
I open my closet and remove two black graphic printed shirts and some shorts. My shorts are like trousers for her.
I keep a set of clothing at the foot of the bed and mindlink Sam to drop some icecream off for us. My mate wants icecream, she will get it. Some sweet will do me good as well.
I exit the room, closing the door behind me and change my clothes in the loft. Knowing she needs the privacy just like I do.
After changing my clothes, I get downstairs to my kitchen and carry as many iced cold water bottles as I can. She will need them soon. Her temperature was up. Her forehead felt like a furnace.
I see her standing awkwardly near the bed. The clothes are not looking that bad on her, but I should get her some new women's wear, the ones which offer more support to her bo*bs. Lack of a bra, makes them bouncy and God oh God, my eyes follow them.
I place the bottles on a table and hand her one. She gulps the entire bottle and sits on the bed playing with the comforter. After a minute or so she lays her head on my pillow, her long locks spraying on the other pillow as well.
I do the same. I am such a pus*y, so I now follow her actions too. We both stare at each other. It seems like all the boundaries, walls, boulders, pebbles between us are shattered, it's just us, our true selfs.
"My head is hurting, I am sleepy too." She manages to say.
"Good night Penelope. Rest. I will be here when you wake up." I tell her as I kiss her forehead and tuck her in.
I lay on my side of the bed, next to her. The alcohol buzz is wearing her down. This was a stressful day, eventhough it's barely afternoon.
She sleeps for hours maybe, her body temperature just the same. I hug her tight to my chest. I don't know how she ended up in my arms. She wiggles and moves around a lot. Maybe the heat is making her restless.
After about 2 hours or so, my sleeping beauty opens her eyes and sees me upclose. She rubs her eyes and moves away towards her side of the bed.
My wolf almost growls, he loved to see her nestled in our arms, our physical touch somewhat soothing her heat.
I get up too.
"Good morning, you hungry?" I ask her.
"Umm, yes very." She answers.
"Aunty Flory has made us some food. Let's go downstairs."I tell her.
"You go ahead I will be down in a second." She tells me.
"Okay." I say and head down.
I heat the food in the microwave and place plates for both of us on the table.
She strolls down the stairs and sits across me before getting herself a bottle of cold water.
I place the hot food before her. I like feeding her. I think she likes it too. Maybe she is used to eating alone. Did she have meals with Xavier. This thought comes to my mind and my fingers tighten around the plastic cup in my hand.
Her voice brings me out of my trance.
"What" I say, my voice loud and raspy.
I see the liquid flowing and mutter a quick sorry.
I clean that up and sit across from her. Is this our routine now. Having awkward meals sitting across from each other. I can't tell.
"What were you thinking about Micajah? Were you imagining my neck in your strong hands. I know, I told you a few things about my great past while in the bath. You have the right to be angry with me. I wish I would have been more like humans, they tend to forget a hell lot about their drinking confessions." She says while looking down at her plate.
"No, I was not. I was thinking about the Xavier guy, you believe it or not Penelope." I declare.
"He drugged my mate, when I get my hands on him. That will be the worst thing to ever happen in his entire life. I will crush him for doing this to you. For even thinking to do this to you." I say this too harshly.
"Don't bring him up Micajah, just don't. I want to move forward. The naive Penelope is dead, the current version of me is totally not likable, so just be honest with me about us. I will reject you too, if you are rejecting me. I understand if you don't want damaged goods or a future Luna who can't even manage her own personal life." She says which feels like a goddamn bomb on my feelings and my wolf.
I throw the cup, it lands God knows where and I pick my Alpha mate and make her sit on the kitchen table as I stand in front of her.
My hands are on her neck and her chin, holding her there as I bring her eyes to me. "I will never ever reject you, my mate, my Penelope. It was not your fault, it never was. We don't control the things that happen to us. The matebond is sacred, he defiled it. Today is the last day we ever speak about that sewer." I declare.
"Okay?" I ask forcefully,
She nods, "so you are staying with me, taking this bond forward inspite of all this? After all of this? I was mated to him, Micajah, we had a ceremony at my pack to declare us both as Alpha and Luna". She throws another bulldozer at me. She is testing me, I am sure she is.
"I don't need a ceremony to declare that you are mine P. I want to embrace all of you. Whenever you are ready do tell me what happened to your mother. It's important that I know the truth. Okay?" I tell her this in my most sincere voice.
She nods, and I bring her head to my chest, snuggling her back tighter.
After a while, she moves away and stares at me. The emotion in those eyes is unfathomable. I see her and her wolf in them, they have truly accepted me today.
She closes her eyes and catches my lips in a kiss, her hands on my chest as I hold her neck and angle her mouth. My tongue slips in her mouth and I can taste the garlic from the small amount of food that she managed to eat.
My hands leave her neck and go to her knees, I spread them and let her straddle me. She is hooked on my lower stomach, as I devour her lips.
The heat scent roars to life, I see her squirming and I look in her eyes.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, my wolf fights me as she sniffles and rests her head on my shoulder. I try to soothe her by patting her back and lightly stroking my hand on the back of her head.
"Hey hey Penelope, Talk to me, please." I say.
She doesn't, she just hugs me and let's me carry her in my arms to the bed upstairs.
I sit her down at the foot of the bed and crouch down to her height.
The tears are no longer there, but she looks sad, "Penelope, do you not want me touching you, holding you or the kissing and everything. Say the word and I will disappear and give you the space. I will not crowd you." I say.
"No, Micajah, I want you here, I just wish our first time together wouldn't have happened the way it did. It was pure physical. It was like your duty to fuck me. I hate that I have realized this so late, that I have started to like you Micajah Stone, genuinely, inspite of the bond, inspite of the heat." She says.
I am in awe, she was crying because of this reason. Sam did warn me that women are different and sometimes very different. I have now experienced this first hand.
"Babe, sometimes the physical touch can convey a lot, more than what words can. I will thank the heat, if not for it you would have packed your bags and left after your training. Heat Brought Us Together, Penelope Davis. It did, it forced us to stay together, gave us time to figure each other out. Hell, I like you too and I can't wait to see all your versions and all your shades, if you allow me Penelope." I tell her.
"As for the training I will help you get all your Alpha traits back in action in no time."
She smiles and kisses me for the second time this night. I can bet that, this is not the last smooch of the night.
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