Submissive

Chapter Three

I woke the next morning as the sound of my alarm screeched through the house. I'd forgotten to turn it off. I needed to turn it off, but I was tangled around Dylan. He was curled against me, head tucked into my chest. I had a leg hooked over his hip and the other sandwiched between his legs. My arms were in a confusing position with his and I smiled. I hadn't slept this well in years. I slowly disentangled myself and tiptoed to my room and turned off the alarm. I felt the morning urge to go to the bathroom and padded quietly into Dylan's room. He hadn't moved so I padded into the bathroom and did my business. When I came out, he was sitting up and stretching. He rubbed his eyes like a small child and blinked into focus, looking at me grinning at him like an idiot. I laughed quietly and moved to stretch. My back arched upward as I leaned forward in a resisting attempt to touch my toes. When I straightened I moved to stretch backward, my back cracking about four times in a relieving pop, sending tingles and shivers over my torso. Dylan was wide eyed and cleared his throat. I looked down and blushed brightly as I remembered that I was braless and my well set chest was showing the effects of the tingles. I looked away. I was never a modest person and I rarely got embarrassed. What was wrong with me?

“You didn't have to watch me stretch,” I mumbled.

He was blushing too. I could smell the blood rushing to his face without looking. I went for the door, “I'm going to take a shower.” I said quickly as I made my way from the room.

The hot shower calmed my nerves but I could not settle my brain. What had gotten into me? I kept asking myself that question over and over again and couldn't seem to find an answer. Stepping out and into the cool air of my bathroom I remembered that my door was still wide open and my robe hanging in my closet. I forced my embarrassment down and walked into my room just as naked as I had been in the shower, breathing a sigh of relief as I noticed the shower in his room running. I dressed quickly and felt better almost instantly. I wore a black tank top over a pair of my older jeans that had a little wear and tear to them. I didn't have to work today so I left my shoes off. Most of us never wear shoes unless we were leaving the housing. I walked into Dylan's room, towing the suitcases from the living room to his bedroom. Cam had dropped them off right before I healed him. I walked into the room with the last of the bags as he walked from the bathroom in nothing but a large white towel. I felt a blush creep back to my face. Water droplets clung to his hair and dripped to his bare chest, I felt myself swallow. He was attractive, I found myself noticing. That was going to be a slight issue seeing as the effects he had on me were making me act strange. I'd consult Selma and Rosa and maybe a few other elders about it. They would know what I should do.

“I brought your things from the front of the house,” I said with a slight stutter.

He thanked me quietly and set himself into figuring out what to wear today.

“Pick something you don't mind getting messed up,” I said as I went to leave placing a hand on the door frame as I looked over my shoulder at him. “We start toughening you up today.”

He nodded and unzipped the large suitcase. I left as I saw him grip the edge of the towel to remove it. The beast within me wanted him, like a physical being trapped inside my body. Werewolves didn't have that stupid voice-in-the-head, separate personality wolf that people write about. It was just me in here, no one else. The instincts made it almost like that. Like another person inside of me, but not. The instincts called to Dylan, sensing him as a potential mate. I hadn't found that in any males I'd come across, human or were-creature alike. I couldn't do that, not Dylan. Could I?

Could an Alpha and an Omega mate and it be okay? I would definitely be talking to my grandmother later. I walked back to Dylan's room. He was still shirtless but had on a pair of old, distressed jeans that hung low on his waist revealing the lines of his hipbones. I snapped out of it enough to knock on the open door. He turned to look at me.