Octavia's POV
I grabbed his laundry from the dryer, folding them and putting them in the basket. Then added the clothes from the washer to the dryer, started it & grabbed his basket. Sighing as I almost forgot to grab his breakfast.
I placed his food on the plate smelling the food, the cook made his favorite today, eggs over medium, French toast with powdered sugar & bacon, lots of bacon. Of course he gets his favorite food its his 16th birthday. Everyone is hoping that he'll find out who is mate is.
"Hey, O!" I turned to see Alex, the cook. "Don't forget your food to!" He said tossing a packet of Pop-Tarts at me, catching them in my mouth.
"Thanks" I sighed holding the packet in my mouth as I walked away towards his room. As I got closer I could hear him talking, to himself or his wolf..?
I dropped the poptart on the basket and grabbed it and put it into my back pocket. I knocked on the door, "Come in!" I pushed the door open with my foot.
"I brought your laundry and breakfast sir." I said as I placed his food on his table and basket on the bed, "Would you like me to put your clothes away?"
"Please," I heard him walk away toward his bathroom then him stop. "Wait, turn around & look at me!"
I stopped and dropped his shorts in his drawer. "Uh, why? Er-Sir?"
"Because I said to. I'm the alpha, and I command you to." I could feel the smirk on his face. I closed his drawer, and turned and looked at him.
I realized I've never actually ever really looked at him. He was tall, had a great body, muscles, darker skin than mine, well everyone's skin was darker than mine. My eyes looking up his body, then his face. That's when I noticed his eyes, they were green, wait no blue, no grey. They continued changing before stopping on grey. I was snapped out of my daydream when I felt my back hit the wall, I realized he moved closer to me.
"Mine!" He said before he kissed me.
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Not Just An Omega
WerewolfI knocked on the door, "Come in!" I pushed the door open with my foot. "I brought your laundry and breakfast sir." I said as I placed his food on his table and basket on the bed, "Would you like me to put your clothes away?" "Please," I heard him...