Harry's head is buried in my neck, his body practically lying on top of me in his sleep. He's made sure no one enters our room for the past couple days because he's either talking to me or teaching me how to shift. It hurts slightly but he's helping me get used to it. I don't know how to carry clothes yet so I usually shift back to be naked.
He's modest about it though. Occasionally he makes the sly comment about how I have a great 'bum' or a nice chest, but he usually covers me right away on the slight chance one of the pack members walks in on us.
My body is still in my robe and I run my fingers through his curls, his eyelashes light against his cheek. His head is pressed into my neck and I feel every breath on my skin, the warmth radiating from him amazing.
His hand is set on my side, his thumb just beneath the curve of my breast. I don't mind; he doesn't try anything really. My lips press to his forehead, his lips releasing a sigh of contentment. I smile and rub his back, hugging him close to me.
"Alpha Styles, we must discuss something with you," someone knocks, Harry moving his body over mine.
"What is it?" he groans, voice still filled with sleep. He's careful not to put any weight on me and shields me incase whoever is talking decides to walk in.
"It's about the Blue Moon Pack," he says, my eyebrows frowning.
"Give me a minute," he nearly growls, the man walking away.
He looks at me and I grab his cheeks, pulling his forehead to rest on mine.
"You stay here," he says, my eyes looking into his.
"What's the Blue Moon Pack?" I ask, his arms wrapping around me.
"Your father's pack. It's the formal name that I rarely use. All of them have blue eyes, just like you. This is the Gold and mine was the Emerald."
"Why Emerald?" I ask, his finger pointing to his eyes.
"They're apparently an emerald color. But they can change color but I don't let them because it might scare you," he says, my eyebrows frowning.
"How can you just turn it off?" I ask, his lips pressing together as he shrugs.
"They do it when you feel an emotion. It's like a mood ring," he says, my lips curving.
He smiles and kisses my cheek, my eyes watching his switch to yellow. It's a gold color and I smile, adoring him.
"What's yellow?" I ask, his hand coming to brush my cheek.
"Adoration. Most mates look at each other with yellow but I control it mostly."
I smile. "Your eyes just turned yellow."
He blushes and I pull his face down to mine, kissing him before he leaves.
"I'll be here," I say, his body rolling off mine. He gets up and puts a shirt on, my body curling into the sheets more. My sore body is tired and he kisses my cheek before walking out.
As he leaves, a few minutes pass before Gemma comes into my room. "Hi Gem."
She smiles and I sit up, looking at her. "I'm officially mated," she smiles, my arms wrapping around her.
"Congratulations. How do you feel?" I ask, smelling the conjoined scent she now has with Alex. My werewolf senses are insane.
"Good. I brought you some tea. Fresh from the market," she says, my lips curving.
After talking for a while, she leaves and I drink the tea, noticing something inside the packet. I take it out and unfold it, reading it closely.
Didn't anyone ever tell you to always see if anyone has slipped something into your drink? Have a nice sleep, Luna.
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Lone Wolf (h.s au)
Fanfiction“She was strange and beautiful and those were human qualities that I had never seen Weaved together before. She became terrifying to me, not because I feared who she was, but for the sake of love, I feared what she could do to me.” – Christopher Poi...
