The Only Alpha Luna

Tom's Answer

I came back to the house in shreds of clothing not being able to find the hidden stash of clothes. More than that I was covered in blood, not all of the blood being mine. Taking a deep breath as I walk into what I consider an overcrowded house, and an invasion of sanctuary. My wolf was pumped after the fight we had been in with the rogues that crossed our borders. Ready to shred Jackson for leaving the pack and into the hands of one of our enemies. We all knew what was happening, Jackson was going to spill everything we have worked so hard to protect. My human self wanted to give Jackson the benefit of the doubt and kept repeating to me and my wolf that we were overreacting. I knew better though I had always been the voice of reason to the two. I always saw situations with a clear and level head. Before they kicked me or got rid of me for good I was going to make sure that Jackson was dead or knew exactly why it was imperative for him to keep his mouth shut.

The living room was empty as I walked by, the kitchen however was full. Everyone with the exception of Tom that is, was there. Including Sharon, for a moment I was thrown back by her presence. That was until I slapped myself on the forehead for forgetting it was her turn for her to help me. That I was "throwing a party" and spending quality time with her. Sharon was one of the few people who took the time to try and be my friend. Even though it felt like a chore to have anyone as a friend for me, the sister like bond was just natural.

"I'm sorry I forgot." I whisper looking into Sharon's eyes. "I have a work function tonight in an hour. As you can see I need to use that time to get ready...." My voice trailed off as I was interrupted by Sharon.

"I know I talked to your secretary earlier today. You should really add to your security. Even if we are friends she should not be giving out where your gonna be and when." It was Sharon's bossy tone and one of the few people I would allow it from.

"Thank you. There's lasagna in the freezer, enough for all of the present wolves including you...." My voice dropped as I saw the I-have-it-covered-now-leave look from Sharon. It was my queue to leave and let her handle it. I sighed giving in since I truly had no energy left to argue with anyone tonight.

I went upstairs to my room only to find Tom on the bed in a tux, not wanting to give away my surprise or enjoyment. I went straight to my closet as soon as I was out of eyesight I smiled. For the first time in a long time I felt as though things were falling into place for the better. I turned the hook so that the dress' bag opening was facing me. I slowly unzipped only remembering that it looked nice. My fingers were tingling with the excitement as I unzipped the bag.

The dress was more beautiful than I remembered, the sweetheart neckline, the hem mid thigh. The jewels along the neckline. Releasing a breath of relief that it still looked perfectly new I zipped the bag up. Knowing all too well that if I didn't the blood would leave stains and I could very possibly not show up to this very important function tonight. I go to the bathroom, shower scrubbing every last drop of blood out of my hair and off of my body. It was when there were no more stains along my skin, or red in the water that I finally felt as though I had done a good enough job. My wolf wished to have the kill linger upon her skin since it had been so long since winning or even fighting in a fair battle. However my human hated the blood, and was ashamed of what she had done. It was yet again the battle I hushed as I told them to hash it out later before they went to sleep tonight. I quickly found tights in the bathroom cabinet slipped them on and then the dress. Only realizing after I had everything on and was about to open the bathroom door that I didn't and couldn't zip the dress all the way. Shit. Guess, I'm gonna have to ask for help. Yet, I enjoyed the thought. I took a deep breath and muttered "here goes nothing" to myself. I walked out of the bathroom with confidence, and turned so that the open back part of the dress was facing Tom.

"Help," It was the only word that I muttered before Tom got off of the bed. The time it took him from the bed to where I was standing seemed like forever. I knew that it was probably only seconds and it was all of the anticipation that had me on edge however it just was so hard to imagine it taking less than forever. I could feel his fingers as they left a trail of where the zipper line was as the zipper made it's way to the top. Each time our skin touched their seemed to be some sort of electricity, or something that was there between us making it all the more exciting.

"Gorgeous, I am a very lucky man indeed." I giggled a little bit at the way that Tom said those words as though I was already his. We both knew that we still had things to figure out, that this relationship was still like walking on eggshells. But I knew, and hoped he did too that it was because I handed him a diary instead of talking about my past, and my feelings. Yet it was one of the few things that no one knew about me.

"Here," Tom says handing me the diary as I was about to kiss him. "I found out everything that I wanted to know. You still get the same chance I give everyone else. You are worth fighting for, and I hope that you have figured that out by now." In honesty those were words that I hadn't expected from anyone, ever in my life. They touched me deeply, more deeply than I care to admit. I see the alarm clock (which is there more for decoration) say it's 8:30p I have 30 minutes to be where I need to be and I needed half an hour. The shower took longer than I thought it would. I run into the closet looking through all of my shoes unable to find any that were blue I picked a pair of black flats with a bow on top of the toes. They were so cute. Admire the shoes later I say to myself. I quickly exit the closet as Tom's following and calling my name.

"Will you stop, hurry up. We're gonna be late and I'm hosting the event." I say turning on him once we reach the end of the stairs. I quickly went to the garage and grabbed the mercedes benz black convertible keys, and hopped into the driver's seat. Tom quickly followed looking as though he was afraid I would leave him here at the house with everyone else. I chuckled as he hustled to get his seatbelt on and I punched the gas to reverse out of my driveway. I might just have fun with what seems to be a fear of cars he has.