The White Wolf[2]((Rough, Unedited))

Not My Mate

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Chapter 6-

  Lucas took me home and helped me hobble inside, taking me upstairs to our room. He knew exactly what I wanted, a nice long, hot shower.

"You need help?" Luc asked as he sat me down on the toilet and started the shower.

"Uh, no. I want to try this on my own thanks though," I sighed waiting for him to leave.

“Oh.. I'm not leaving you alone in here," he said  using his alpha tone on me.

"You did NOT just use your alpha tone on me," my voice went up an octive, half yelling at him half using my alpha tone.

Uh," he backed up sensing a challenge. "Okay, okay. I'm waiting outside the door then," Luc growled and slammed the door behind him.

Alrighty then.

 I held onto the counter and stood up, slowly taking off my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror, my face looked sad and my body was skinnier than usual. The medications and blood loss must have taken a huge toll on my body. My eyes drifted to my right thigh where my leg stopped and I saw bloody gauze, tears started to fall then I noticed the shower was on, so I stripped off the gauze and slowly got into the shower.

 The hot water ran down my body, loosening some muscles and sending some sharp pains throughout me when it hit my cuts and bruises. Leaning against the side of the shower, I sighed and began thinking; It's going to be weird not having my leg anymore. Will Lucas still love me? How will I fight? How Will I run? How will my wolf be affected?? What if Lucas loses his sex appeal because of me like this? The bathroom door slammed open and someone came in. The curtain was ripped open, causing me to slip. Lucas  caught me before I fell and stood there with me in his arms.

"Of course I'll still love you, and sex appeal? I think you're sexier than hell. Battle scars and all." he smiled.

I coughed, noticing I was still half in the shower and naked. "Uh, yeah. You knew what I was thinking how?"

"Learn to keep your walls up if you don't want me knowing your thoughts babe," he grinned.

"Whatever. I'm done with my shower.. So will you.. Take me to our room and help me dress?" I stared at him hoping he wouldn't take it sexual.

“Yes I'll help you, and no I won't rape you," his eyes sparkled. "Unless you want me to," he turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me as I stared at him in horror-- a face I've been making lately.

“Kidding, KIDDING!!" He picked me up and took me to our room. He set me on the bed and ran around the room collecting clothes and setting them next to me, then came a neon ping thong and black lace bra.

“Um.. No." I glared at  his underwear choice.

“Um.. YES." He pushed me on my back and went to put the underwear on me. He took in a sharp breath as he saw my womanhood. Quickly I shut my legs.

“I-I-I can do that myself," I said flushed.