Marcy's POV
We had just arrived back at the pack house, and I was pretending to still be asleep as Jake carried me to the house.
Occasionally, I would hear someone mumble a congratulation to Jake, over what I'm not exactly sure.
He carried me up a set of stairs and into a room, pulling the door shut behind him and I quickly recognized this room as his, just from the fact that his smell was everywhere.
I felt him carefully lay me down on his bed and press his lips to my forehead.
"I missed you so much, Marcy." he mumbled, his lips still pressed to my skin as if he was afraid to loose connection with me, that if he did he would wake up and this would all be a dream. But this wasn't a dream, I was really back at home.
After a few more moments, Jake finally pulled away from me and hesitantly went to his en suite to take a shower.
I mentally huffed, only the alphas, lunas and betas got en suites, but I guess I can't complain now that I am one.
Slowly I opened my eyes, adjusting them to the dimness of the room. Jake had black out curtains, since he always loved sleeping late after staying up all night playing video games, which I usually did too but I wasn't any good at most of his games.
I kicked my feet around in front of me and slowly put my weight on them. They ached from running so much over the past few days, but I forced myself forward with an awkward gait from the aching in my thighs and calves.
Slowly, I made it to the stair case and decided to just ride the railing down to the foyer, then walking slowly to my mum's wing to get a shower and change clothes, although I might still wear Jake's hoodie.
Slowly I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the hot shower that seemed to relax my muscles and make me feel better, although still not as better as I had been when Jake was carrying me.
My wolf had been strangely quiet ever since we saw Jake again, almost like she was in shock, but there was a good chance she was.
After finishing my shower I slipped put, wrapping a towel around me and slowly stepping out of the steamy bathroom and across the hall to my room, or at least my old one. I guess Jake's room is mine too now.
I had brought the clothes I was previously wearing with me, so I tossed them lightly at my bed before going to my closet and grabbing a pair of underwear, a bra, a tank top and some jeans before going back to my bed and beginning to get dressed in them, only I was cut short by an extremely loud growl and something breaking, followed by yelling from upstairs.
"Where the fuck is Marcy! She better not have a damned scratch on her when I get to her!" I heard Jake yell as his voice got closer, followed by the sound of loud footsteps coming closer and closer as I quickly pulled on everything but Jake's hoodie.
Just as I reached for it, my door fell in and I screamed, jumping to the other side of my bed and hiding. Jake stood there, looking menacing until he heard me scream and his looks were coated with worry before he ran to the other side as I reached and pulled on his hoodie.
"What the hell was that?" Jake asked, but he was obviously not mad anymore.
"I needed a shower." I stated, glancing up at him.
He suddenly got up and pulling me to him, "You know, you could have just joined me. If you did that, it would've saved us all a lot if energy." he whispered and smirked at me but I rolled my eyes at him.
"Yeah, no. What happened to 'Marcy has cooties'?" I mocked him when he was little and his dad would tease him about playing with me, then pulled away from him and walked to the other side of the room, pulling my hair up as I went.
