My Alpha

xChapter 3x

Josh's POV
I reach behind her and tear the silver cuffs right off her, ignoring the slight pain.
I gently grab her upper arm and help her stand.

I gently wrap my arms around her, and nuzzle my face into her neck, her hands on my chest.
"Mine.." I lowly say.
She nods, slowly. I pull away, still with my hands around her waist.
I look at her. She looks in pain.
"Are you okay..? Did my guards hurt you?" I say quietly.

She nods. "They asked me questions, and they didn't like the truth. So they.. They beat me." She says, voice dry and raspy.

I'm suddenly angry.
"Come on, let's get you to our room. Then we can talk." I say, picking her up, bridal style and carrying her up to my room.
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I told the maids to give her a bath, and some water, with new clothes.

I'm waiting in my office, working on pack work. Someone knocks at my door.
"Yes?" I say, looking up from my work. A maid, Chrissy walks in.
"Carter, the rouge is all cleaned. We gave her new clothing and water, with a sandwich." She says.

I nod, very displeased at the word rouge.
"Thank you " I say. She nods And leaves. I stand up and walk to my room.
I see her sitting on the bed, just finishing the sandwich.
I walk up to her, she looks up at me.
I sit next to her on the silky black material and ask, "How are you feeling"

"Better. Thank you." She says, her voice sounding like a angelic piece of music.
"Now, may I ask why you're a rouge?"
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Carters POV
"Now, may I ask why you're a rouge?"
I shift uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "Well, I ran away from my family and pack.." I say quietly.
"How come?" He asks.
"They um. They abused me. They abused me, my father thought I was a disgraced and used me for his.... Pleasure. So did the Alpha of the pack. He thought I was his mate. He still does." I say, barley above a whisper.
"What?!" He says, sound pissed off. I look up, and his eyes are rapidly changing between his beautiful green and black. His wolf is threatening to take over.
"Hey..!" I say putting my hand on his bicep.
Damn! How much does he work out! It takes all the strength in me to not squeeze.
He looks at me. "I'm okay. I've been on the run for four years." I say.

He still looks pisses of but his wolf is backing off.
"Four years?" He says.
I nod.
"Than you haven't slept in a proper bed." He says, slightly smirking.
I raise an eyebrow. Just then I realize it late at night, I give out a yawn, that tells me how tires I am.
He chuckles. "Come on " He says. He picks me up, and lays me in his bed. Im already in pajamas. Shorts and a tank top. He walks over to his dresser, taking off his shirt, letting me see his back muscles and, my god. Its hot. I feel heat raise to my cheeks.

He throws the shirt in a laundry bin, and begins taking his pants off, and I can't being myself to look away. He ends up in boxers. He takes out a pair of sweat pants and says, "you know, a picture might last longer" i can practically hear the smirk.

I blush. "But a picture doesn't give you the feelings you get when you see the real thing." I respond back.

He looks at me, "true"

He walks over and crawls into the bed with me, And dont find myself asking, what he's doing.
He wraps his arm around me, and pulls me against his chest.

"Go to sleep little mate"
He says, than I fall asleep to his heartbeat, that is rapidly beating might i say.

A/N
So whatha think so far?