Tied By The Moon | Editing

Chapter 11

I woke up feeling stiff and sore, peering through the eyes of my wolf. I was lying on my flank - the side that didn't hurt - and could just make out Anya putting dresses onto the Alpha's bed with a determined look on her face.

She turned her head my way, noticing I was conscious and gave me a look of relief.

"Thank the Moon you're awake." She said.

My wolf acknowledged her with a glint of our eyes, heaving us up and off the sofa, then immediately cringing when a pain shot through our neck.

Red, crimson blood began to drip from it, staining the wooden floor and leaving a large and noticeable puddle.

Anya winced, running over and pushing me back so I was leaning on it. "Don't overexert yourself," She said, "The Alpha said I couldn't clean your wounds; that it was a reminder not to challenge him again."

"It's okay," I told her, licking the blood off my paw.

Anya laughed. "You're not a cat...Al."

I looked up, my wolf curious about this female and why she chose to call me this new name."Al?" I asked.

She nodded and grinned, her excitement saturating the room with a sweet smell.

Walking back towards the bed and hovering over the dresses, she spoke with happiness. "I was thinking of calling you that, I hope you don't mind, your name is just so long."

"I was named after my late grandmother, she was Celtic but my grandfather was native to Africa." I told her.

"So, you're like...black and Scottish?" She asked, playing around with the idea in her head.

I barked out something close to a laugh, my paw hurting less now that I was busying myself with her elaborate questions."Celtic isn't just Scottish, and black isn't a nationality, but I guess you could say that."

She let go of the topic of the conversation, tossing me one of the Alpha's shirts and turning back to inspect more dresses.

I looked down at his shirt, staring at it with distaste. His scent was all over it - obviously - but it was the most comfortable thing I could wear with all the injuries I'd acquired.

Grunting with annoyance, my wolf picked the shirt up with her mouth and padded into the bathroom, relaxing us so we could shift back.

I pulled on the shirt reluctantly, smiling to myself as it fell to above my knees, fitting more like a short dress. Anya quickly called me back out, beckoning me over to her as she continued to examine the dresses with concentration.

"The Alpha requested I picked out some dresses I thought would suit you." She explained, rubbing the material of an especially revealing one.

"Why? What occasion is it?" I queried, curious of the Alpha's request. 

Without warning, the door swung open and the Alpha strode in, his half-naked glory immediately attracting the attention of both me and Anya. His well-built chest was on full display, weaving down to strong hips and long, lean legs.

I averted my eyes as soon as we locked gazes, focusing on calming my wolf down as she paced anxiously because of his presence.

Anya, next to me, shivered under his intense gaze, avoiding his stare and casting her eyes to the floor. I didn't realise why until I caught the aroma of it myself.

It was enticing, addictive, it made the wild males that smelt it want more. Their wolves begging to have a taste of the delicacy that the female provided.