Chapter 44
Pain—that's all I could feel as my eyes fluttered open. I tried to untangle myself from Jake so I could go pee, but the man didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he just groaned and squeezed me tighter. If I were human, I would have been suffering from a few broken bones.
I sighed and took this opportunity to breathe in his scent and memorize every feature on his face. He looked so peaceful asleep, his lips pouty, swollen, and a deep cherry red from all the kissing we did last night. I blushed at the thought of it.
Lord have mercy, last night was unbelievable. How could I have done all that? Never in my entire life did I dream of doing the things I did. I stared at his long dark eyelashes—his were longer than mine—lucky jerk. He looked too adorable for his own good, with his dark wavy hair falling all over his face.
He needed a haircut. His hair was growing too long. His large muscled arm was holding me like I was his personal teddy bear. I smiled at how cute he was. He had a black werewolf tattoo on his upper right arm, with a red rose circling it like a snake ready to swallow its prey. It was pretty awesome, though.
I attempted to untangle myself from him again because I felt like my bladder was about to burst, but Jake was being grumpy and stubborn. He just growled at me. I smirked, gathering a lot of saliva in my mouth and licking his face, leaving a trail of saliva. His eyes snapped open, and he glared at me.
“What the actual... fuck was that for?” he asked, releasing me with his right hand to wipe his face with the back of his hand.
I laughed at how disgusted he looked. He frowned at me, making his dimples pop out—cute!
“I need to pee, and you wouldn’t budge.” I shrugged, almost escaping his arms, but he grabbed my thigh with his left hand.
“So, you licked my whole face? Was that really your last option, baby?” he grumbled while wiping his face on my thigh. I laughed at how silly he looked and how silly he was being.
I grabbed his hair. “Jake, stop it... I really need to pee!” I said, and he sighed but let me go. I jumped off the bed, grabbed his t-shirt before wearing it, and groaned at the pain as I walked. It felt like I had run a marathon, and losing my virginity had its painful consequences as well. It hurt like a bitch, and my muscles ached like hell.
I limped to the bathroom and did my business. I flushed and looked at myself in the mirror. I gasped as I spotted red hickeys all over my neck. I peeked under his t-shirt and spotted more hickeys everywhere, along with marks he left. I almost screamed in annoyance. How was I supposed to walk anywhere looking like a body design of love bites? I groaned.
More long-sleeved turtlenecks for me until they fade out. I limped back into my room and glared at him while he smirked at me, eyeing me from head to toe.
“I like this new look on you, babe,” he said as I climbed back on the bed. I smacked his shoulder, and he scowled at me. “Seriously, abusive much?”
I groaned. “Did you have to overdo the hickeys, Jake? God, you are just... just unbelievable.”
He smirked, pulling me closer to him until I was sitting on his lap. “That way, everyone will know who you belong to.”
I sighed. “They already know, you idiot. I look ridiculous.”
“You look ridiculously beautiful,” he said with a growl, “and you smell like me.” He smiled, hugging me to him like a cushion.
I giggled. “Happy now?”
“Very,” he said, putting me on my back and showering me with kisses.
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I went back to bed after our shower, and Jake left for his Alpha business meeting with the royals that had arrived yesterday. I was still exhausted, so I decided to sleep in before heading out to interact with my pack and ask Elder Lesly when I would start handling my business as a lunar since Jake and I had completed the mating ritual.
I woke up an hour later feeling a bit refreshed and awake. I got up, cleaned my room, and replaced the bloody sheets with a new set. Jake said I should just throw them in the trash to be burned, but I protested. The washing machine would do fine cleaning the mess off—no need to be so extreme when there were homeless people without blankets, and here he was wanting to burn good sheets.
After cleaning up, I wore my black high-waisted skinny jeans, a pink turtleneck long-sleeved loose blouse, then slipped on my pink pumps. I left my long hair loose, falling on my back—it needed some air and freedom from time to time.
I got out of the house and headed downstairs where I entered the elevator, which dropped me off on the first floor—the pack house kitchen. I found Sophie talking and laughing with a red-headed girl. She was really beautiful, smiling with her bright green eyes.
It was cute how they both had red hair—they looked like sisters. I had texted Sophie earlier, ensuring her that I had forgiven her for not returning, because she sent a long text filled with “I’m sorry, I’m such a jerk and a bad friend,” but it wasn’t her fault. Jake told me the royals needed her for a lot of pack work and updates, plus he was already on his way to me, so there was no need for her presence.
I walked toward them, and Sophie sensed my presence. She smiled at me and threw me into a huge bone-crushing hug. “Oh my God, Priscilla! I was so worried! Well, that was until you started screaming and moaning for, like, the whole damn night—girl!” she exclaimed. “But I’m glad you’re okay. I still feel like a bitch for leaving you, though.”
I blushed at what she said. “The whole pack house heard?” I asked in horror.
She laughed. “No, don’t worry. The Alpha’s floor is soundproof, for a lot of reasons. I heard you when I came up later to apologize for being a total bitch, but then I made a huge U-turn after hearing you two at it.”
I blushed but sighed in relief. I didn’t know how I could ever face the whole pack if they heard me mating with their Alpha. “It’s okay, Sophie. It’s not like we needed a third party anyway,” I said with a smirk, and she laughed.
“Oh my goodness, how rude of me! Priscilla, meet Anabelle Thorne. She is the daughter of Marcus and Elsa Thorne. They are the king’s extended family. She’s also my bestie!” Sophie squealed. “Anabelle, this is Priscilla, the lunar of the Silverstone pack, and Jake’s mate—plus my newest BFF.”
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