Scott, my alpha (scomiche) AU

Chapter 9: Bed

👆🏽mitch's hairstyle now👆🏽
Mitch's POV

Introducing me to the pack? Tomorrow already? Isn't that soon?

"I know it's not usual to already introduce you to the pack but I'm really close to everyone in the pack and I don't keep secrets from them." Scott says, explaining to me.

What will they think? They respect Scott very much. What if they think he deserves better than some rogue? I wouldn't blame them.

"It will be okay, Mitch. Let's go to sleep." I'm nervous for tomorrow but I'm also very tired. I just want to sleep.

"You can go change in the bathroom and shower if you want to. There is a spare toothbrush." Scott says before walking over to his drawer. He hands me a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt. Is this his subtle way of telling I smell? I probably do though. I haven't brushed my teeth in 9 years and I haven't washed myself in weeks.

I jump in the shower. I turn all the knobs and just see what happens. This is a really fancy, but complicated shower.

After a few minutes the water is finally how I want it to be and I can relax. 

I softly start humming irreplaceable by Beyonce. That song just came out before..you know. I used to love her. I hope she's still here performing and creating music. I should ask Scott.

I change into the clothes Scott gave me and then brush my teeth. What if Scott still thinks I smell? I did live in the woods for 7 years. I don't know if you can wash that off with one shower.

The shirt is really oversized. It almost covers the shorts too.

I look in the mirror for the first time in 9 years. I look so different. I used to be chubby as a child but now my face is thin and a little bit hollow. But that's probably from lack of food. I have huge bags under my eyes. My hair is pretty long and falls in whatever direction it wants. I have to do something about it one day. For now I'll just sweep it to the side. At least it isn't greasy anymore.

I step out of the bathroom closing the door behind me.

I spot Scott sitting on the bed reading something with glasses on. He looks up and smiles at me. His eyes travel over my body. I smile shyly back before shifting my eyes to the ground.

"You look cute." Scott says. I can feel his eyes on me. I blush a deep red. "Thank you." I murmur, my eyes still on my feet.

"Come here. Let's go to bed." I hop over to the bed and jump on it, letting out a sigh. This is heavenly. The bed is so soft. I immediately fall asleep.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I'm laying in a soft bed. Not a hard forest floor. I have a natural clock, I wake up when the sun rises. So it must be around 7.

The second thing I notice is that I'm trapped and I can't move. I begin to panic before realising what is trapping me.

Arms and legs. Not just arms and legs. Scott's arms and legs. His whole body is pressed against mine. His arms are around my waist and his legs are trapping my legs.

Oddly enough I don't feel suffocated. I feel secured. Scott gives me a sense of security. I have never felt like this before. But I have to protect myself. He still can reject me. Maybe I should find the courage to ask. Wait no. He is going to introduce me to the pack. That means something right? Ugh mornings. I can't think straight.

I try to wiggle out of Scott's arms and legs but he just holds on tighter. What am I going to do now? Will he be mad if I wake him up? I really have to pee though.

5 minutes later I'm still laying there, debating what to do.

I'll just wait as long as I can in hopes he wakes up. I look at the clock. It's 7:30. Isn't that a normal time people get up?

An hour later I really really have to pee. I don't want to ruin things with Scott. He has been so nice to me and I don't want to give him a reason not to.

Eventually at 9 he finally stirs. He sits up muttering a "morning." I jump up and immediately run to the bathroom finally releasing my bladder. Yes, this feels good.

"You could have just woken me up if you had to pee so bad." Scott says when I walk back into the room.

"Oh." I mumble looking at the ground, "I didn't want to make you mad."

He gets up to stand in front of me. He lays his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You won't make me mad with stuff like that, Mitch. You know you can always ask me things. Even if I'm asleep. Okay?" He says softly looking into my eyes.

"Okay." I say looking back at him. Always ask questions. I have to remember that.

"Let's get dressed now." Scott says stepping away from me. "Then we'll go meet the pack." The nerves come kicking in again. I really hope they like me. I'm not officially part of the pack before we completely mated and marked though.

Scott gives me a new pair clothes and I quickly run to the bathroom to change. I want to see how I look now. I look in the mirror. The bags are significantly less and my eyes and skin are more shiny. I look healthier. I grab a brush and style my hair the way I want it with hair gel and hair spray. It looks good now. I want to shave the sides. I saw it in a magazine and I think it will look good.

I walk out of the bathroom a lot happier knowing I look better than yesterday.

"Are you ready to meet the pack?" Scott asks me when he sees me. I nod feeling okay now.

He grabs my hand, "okay let's go."

Together we walk the paths to what I assume is the main square. When we arrive, a group of at least 150 people are standing there all talking loudly with each other.

"Here we go." I whisper under my breath.

Sorry for this fillerish chap