Possessive Alpha Kaden ✔️

Chapter 10

Unedited

READ THE LAST CHAPTER BEFORE THIS ONE BECAUSE I'VE MAJORLY CHANGED IT!!!

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Modesty is a funny thing. Human beings are not the greatest fans of exposing ourselves to the prying eyes of strangers, covering the most intimate parts of ourselves with either hands or clothes, whether that be a physical wound, or an area of embarrassment.

Not many people are confident enough to stroll around in the open, butt naked and all out for the rest of the world to see, and because it is so frowned upon it is in some states illegal, but very frowned upon.

Only the most open of us all, the ones who are fine with being judged for everything skin deep, must go to naked beaches or places where it is considered normal amongst society.

Humans are the complete opposite to us werewolves. Modesty in that sense doesn't really translate with us, mostly because it's such a common thing. Finding a naked man or woman in the woods isn't something to be considered weird or strange with us, because all werewolves have to shift, and all werewolves shift to humans in a naked form.

Obviously there are some that are embarrassed, there always is, but in packs, especially my father's (now Sophia's) you were perceived to be a stronger, more confident fighter if you're not embarrassed of what you look like.

When it comes to myself, I don't fall into the category of confident just yet.

I ran my newly improved wolf into the woods surrounding the house and shifted back into my own body. The chilly, afternoon breeze tickles my bare skin, causing me to shiver, wrapping my arms around my naked body and poking my head around the side of a tree.

Around this time of year, the temperatures don't reach higher than 50°, meaning that the pack don't tend to leave their houses in anything less than two layers. The wind can nip at your skin quite nastily, and if the wind wasn't so strong around here, it wouldn't be that much of a problem.

But it's like that person in high school that needs everyone to know it's there constantly. Whether it's by whining constantly, throwing things at you or near you, or just constantly being a pain in the ass.

With me when it comes to modesty, I'm very human, because of the way my father trained me. I've never shifted back into my human form in the presence of anyone else, therefore I'm incredibly conscious of the thought of someone seeing me.

Even Kaden.

"Could somebody get me some clothes please?" I call out from behind my hiding place. My voice sounds different to my own ears. It sounds stronger, more clear. A more confident version of myself definitely down to the moon goddess.

I hear the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps running in multiple directions, all of them going to get me clothes as far as I'm aware. I look down at my skin, making sure that I've shifted back normally and there's no leftover hair from my wolf on my body.

There was once a pack member a couple of years ago who couldn't completely control his shifts and used to half turn, sometimes only the fur shifting onto his skin in patches, and very occasionally his hind legs would forget to turn back to normal so he would be in a centaur looking position.