Raised Among Alphas

42 - First Heat

Alora POV

What a chaotic night. I remember leaving the Bar in Thierot's arms. The boys were fighting. My head was spinning, and then lights out I... fell asleep.

I woke up to the scary sound of wolves growling at me as Thierot locked us in his bedroom. He was staying in one of the far safehouses that were assigned to the White Sand warriors. Thierot placed me on his bed and then walked out of the room again to give instructions to his wolves.

"Every unmated wolf will stay at the Shrubland safehouse. They are waiting for you there, leave now. Mated wolves stay here and protect the house. No one enters without my authorization."

What is going on? And since when did Thierot's screaming orders turn me on? I definitely overdid my drinking today.

Thierot walked back into the room and locked the door behind him.

"Now, Terror, you need to make a decision. Who do you want for a mate?" Is he serious? What kind of question is that?

Plus, this bed is so comfy. And my head is spinning. Why does he want me to make serious decisions when this silk feels so soft in my skin? Is this blue or grey? It looks so pretty. I should get a dress in this colour. Yes, definitely...

Mmmh... I stretched my arms, and my hand rubbed against a body. Who is that? Where am I? Oh... that's Thierot.

I'm in Thierot's room. I think I fell asleep—drunk ass.

Agh, since when is winter this hot? I'm just going to get rid of this dress.

Hmm, but now I feel so uncomfortable... and Thierot's scent feels so cool. I don't think he would mind if I just scooch over closer to him. Yes, this is nice.

And Thierot just wrapped his arm around me. This is so comfy. Now I can sleep better.

The loud bang from the door opening abruptly and smashing against the wall woke me up, almost giving me a heart attack.

The sun's rays were filtering through the window curtains. I was basically naked, except for the thong I had on, and right underneath me was Thierot. A prisoner of my right leg and arm. I had to crack my neck to turn around to see who was the savage who chose violence as a morning alarm.

Jathred, of course. Who else? I'm too hungover for this shit. My head is about to explode, every inch of my body hurts, and at this point, any other rough movement could set up a vomit party.

"Good morning to you too, Alpha Jathred," Thierot said sarcastically as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

I turned a bit, burying my face in one of the pillows and hiding my exposed breasts in the silk bed sheets. I still feel exposed knowing my brother had a full view of my bare ass, but it is better than showing him my boobs and tooshie. There's only so much this thong can cover.

"Alora, stand up. You are going into one of the bunkers." Jathred was growling under his breath.

"Bunkers? Why would I go to the bunkers?" I asked, my voice mumbled by the pillow under my mouth.

"Because you are driving every unmated wolf crazy, and I can't contain them all, but I can contain you. So come on, we are leaving now." He had no patience, and I could tell.

"What the hell are you talking abo...holy shit! AGGGGHH!" Just as I tried to answer, a horrible gut pain struck me.

Like a million sharp razors digging its way out of my insides, all of them at once.

What the fuck is this?

The pain hit me for about three seconds, but it had me bending my whole body in a fetal position suffering as if it had lasted for hours.