Rory's POV
Stepping out of the shower I reach for a towel but halt when I see my reflection in the mirror. It's the morning after I had slept with Aaron and despite showering immediately after, I woke up today with a desperate urge to clean myself again.
Looking at my body I look at the tattoo that adorns my left hip. At first glance the little bottle of poison with a rose sticking out looks cute but I know what lurks underneath. The weeks I had to spend staring at a nasty word I hadn't asked for before I could get it covered up.
I can still hear their evil laughter, drowning out the buzzing of a tattoo gun as my hazy vision was returning to me. My hip burning.
Shaking out of the memory I grab a towel and hide away the ink in the hopes 'out of sight out of mind' works.
While keeping up basic hygiene of brushing my teeth and then my hair, spraying on deodorant and then applying sunblock to my face I can't draw my attention away from last nights events.
I had sex with Aaron.
I cringe as I feel bike rise to my throat before sinking back down to my stomach. My only intention today is to go to the pack house and hear what Killian has to say.
Stepping out my room as quietly as possible I try to sneak away without the attention of Aaron. Of course that would never be actually possible with how my luck always turns it's back on me.
"Don't tell me you're running out to get breakfast" his voice echoes from his room. Turning to look at him I quickly cover my eyes with my hands when I notice that he's completely naked.
"Oh my god Aaron what the fuck are yo-" I complain feeling the need to once rub shower gel over every inch of my body.
" oh please, don't act like you weren't all over this last night" I can tell he's smirking and probably gestured to his body. "Don't get too obsessed with me now... I know I made you cum and all but-"
"Aaron I'm going to stop you right there" I find the bravery to uncover my eyes and zero in on his pupils. "If anyone besides myself managed to make me reach a full orgasm I would make them bacon, eggs, pancakes from scratch, the full works" I gesture to the empty kitchen counter and then back to Aaron. "I'm going back to my family, forget last night happened" the cocky look on his face slowly dropping as I walk past him and out the door.
Once out the apartment I chuckle at my own words. Reflecting on the times I had to boost a mans ego telling them I'd finished knowing damn well my right hand slithered down my waist and finished the job.
The walk to the pack was calming choosing to listen to Lorde.
Once reaching the little town I've grown used to walking through I notice the commotion of people trying to pick up broken pieces of wood. Stopping I notice all the stalls I keep meaning to casually window shop at have been destroyed along the walkway. Everything seems to have been thrown together, a stall of pastries now mixed with glass sculptures.
A man with a broom stands sighing with his forehead rested against his hands on the top of the broom handle. He is stood in front of a pile of broken glass that he must have already sweeper into and organised group away from other peoples ruined items.

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Aurora's Alpha
WerewolfAurora "Rory" Henry is a 20 year old human runaway. After escaping her mother's manipulative hands along with her fathers short temper she finds herself in a new territory, but to her it's just another state. All she wanted was to get her degree in...