Being Different (editing)

Chapter 4 | Ash

*In process of editing*

My head was banging as I came too, it was like a million buzzing energetic bees were in my mind just ready to fly out of there; but the thing was, they couldn't get out. So the sound of constant white noise filled my being.

I groaned as I lay on the soft surface pulling my knees up to my chest and my ears flat so they didn't get cold. The mattress was soft and the blanket was practically made from angels because I swear I felt on cloud nine while I was wrapped in the soft covers...

But as I tried to turn my body the other way around to find a more comfortable position. I felt something restricting my movement, a big weight on my hips.

So I opened my eyes to the face of a sleeping God beside me, I screamed so loud I swear the bed shook.

I pushed his limp body off the bed and he fell to the ground with a thud from my 'amazing' strength. But me being so childish and not knowing how to get this man away from me (I knew I still had wounds; I'm not that much of an idiot) I pulled the covers up over my head and hid underneath them quietly sobbing.

Did he touch me? In that sick and perverted way?

I pulled my hands over my ears as I heard him groan. My body was shaking and the tears were beginning to cascade down my cheeks with no chance of stopping them, my tail went back in the place it always has been, in between my legs.

"Owwwe, hey what happened precious?" I heard the man say as the carpet moved and limbs wee heard as he was (I assumed) getting up off the floor, but I didn't move from underneath the soft fluffy covers.

I felt as my blanket refuge was pulled off my crouched figure and I shoved my face inside the mattress so I saw only darkness.

"Why are you hiding?" He chuckled to himself. "Come here precious," I felt the mans arms snake around me as he slowly picked me up and I began to struggle.

"Calm down, don't break your stitches again," I pulled myself into a tight ball as he lifted me up and placed me on his lap. My eyes were still squeezed shut the only sounds being heard were my raspy breathing, the moving of the mattress, blankets and the faint sound of the mans calm breathing.

The rhythmic and subtle sound of his breathes gave me an air of happiness, a sniff of the air allowed me to catch this man's magical scent and I sighed contently before pushing myself closer into his chest soaking in his scent. That's when it hit me, it was the exact same scent as the guy that carried me from the forest before I blacked out in his arms.

So I looked up at the man that was holding me to see his face again smiling down at me, he looked like a god, I swear I saw a halo on his head. The thing that scared me was he was looking at me like I was the only gem in his life; no one has ever looked at me that way and it was both energising and stressful.

I took this chance to have a glance around the room, it was much different from Alpha Aiden's room, his was black with dark mahogany, I should know, I spent a lot of time in there. This room was different, it felt calm and was covered in his scent. The mahogany furniture was a light colour of brown which complimented the light blue walls and dark blue carpet perfectly. The bed was a dark blue as well but it was kinda hard to tell when the blankets were moved and messed up from us sleeping having just woken up from sleeping.

"Hello precious. Have a nice sleep?" I blinked up at him...I was so confused as to why he was being nice to me. No one was nice to me back at the pack, only a couple of the omegas even thought of me as a normal werewolf. Half of the omegas spent their free time bullying me, Aiden would praise them whenever they did.