Bound between worlds

5

Liana

I woke up wonderfully rested and blinked at the sun rays falling through the open window. Didn't we close it yesterday? Oops. Yawning, I stretched in this ridiculously large bed - it was so huge that I could probably do two somersaults before I reached the edge.

I noticed that I was alone in bed. Actually alone in the room. Adrian was nowhere to be seen or heard.

At the thought of what had happened yesterday - had it been yesterday? - I blushed. So that's how an orgasm felt. At least I assumed that was what had happened.

I urgently had to get my transformation under control, because in wolf form - whether partially or complete - I obviously had no control anymore. How embarrassing.

From what I had heard in my pack and read about it in books, this attraction between mates was perfectly normal. It was supposed to ensure that you got closer and got to know each other. We had already come much closer ... But we didn't really know each other at all.

The thought made me flinch. The general had called me a werewolf bitch. What else was I, when I became so intimate with a complete stranger? I disgusted myself.

Determined that something had to change in the situation, I got up and made the bed out of habit. I paused in bewilderment. I had done something out of habit. My memory slowly came back.

Smiling, I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Even if I would probably sour in the bedroom. My braid had held up well and now I had beautifully wavy hair that I put in a half braid. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I was tasked with finding something to wear. I couldn't walk around in Andrian's underwear. Even if he was my mate. But, to my relief and frustration alike, there was not a single piece of clothing for a lady in his dressing room - you couldn't even call it a wardrobe anymore. On the other hand, I was somewhat moved to find that obviously a large part of the shelves and clothes rails were cleared free. I was so presumptuous to assume that he had done this for me. After all, according to his own statement, he had no mistresses. Fortunately. Sighing, I left the dressing room again and was about to choose a book to read when Adrian entered the bedroom. He looked surprised to see me on my feet, but immediately smiled, which I replied timidly.

He had two large bags with him, which he carried straight to the couch before turning to me.

"Good morning, draga mea. How do you feel?" he asked kindly, while I fumbled with the sleeves of his shirt. It reached to the back of my knees.

"Good, I think. I'm well rested," I replied uncertainly. I didn't know how to behave.

"I ordered clothes in sizes M and S for you. I didn't know what you liked ...", he digressed with a wave of his hand. But I beamed at him overjoyed. I didn't expect him to arrange clothes for me so quickly.

I noticed that he respectfully took a few steps to the side as I leaned over the two bags. He didn't want to impose himself. Smiling, I turned to him and thanked him profusely before heaving the heavy bags into the dressing room. There I had to catch my breathe first. My body was not even remotely fit again.

Adrian had gotten a small selection of dresses, skirts, jeans, shirts, sweaters and - as I noticed embarrassed - even underwear for me. Fortunately, these were not extravagant pieces, but simple, black underwired bras and matching boxer thongs.

Happy about women's clothing I put on a pair of blue skinny jeans with a fluffy sweater in beige. If I remembered correctly, it had been autumn when I escaped from home. Either way, I didn't have enough meat on my hips or any muscles whatsoever to keep me warm. I sorted the rest of the clothes neatly on the shelves and on the clothes rails.