The Morning After
*Rowan*
What the fuck did I just do?
Hezzlie is snoring softly before the knot even releases. Once I’m able to, I slowly pull out. She murmurs quietly, and I pause, praying to the Goddess who got me in this fucking mess to begin with that she doesn’t wake up. I don’t want to talk to her now.
Or ever.
She rolls onto her stomach and continues to snooze, so I crawl off the far side of the bed, yank off the condom, toss it in the trash, and grab my boxers. I put them on silently and then slip out the door, closing it quietly behind me.
“Well?”
Dean’s voice has me jumping out of my skin. It’s dark in the hallway, and he’s snuck up on me. He’s lucky I didn’t punch him in the face. “Fuck off,” I whisper.
“Did you…?”
“It’s none of your fucking business,” I tell him. “It doesn’t matter. I didn’t mark her or anything. We’re fine.” The urge to sink my teeth into her neck was overwhelming, and I knew I was going to have to keep her facing away from me so she couldn’t bite me. As difficult as it will be to get rid of her now, it would be a thousand times harder if she was marked.
I’m not that fucking stupid.
I turn and head to my room, but he follows me. “I thought you weren’t going to–”
“I told you to fuck off!” I growl. My hand is on the doorknob as I look back over my shoulder at him.
“No.” He folds his arms across his chest and bucks up a little, which pisses me off even more. He’s taller than me, with broader shoulders and more muscle mass, but I’m more powerful and can kick his ass.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I glower at him and square up.
“I said no, Rowan. Come on, man! What the fuck are you doing? I’m your best friend. I know how badly you want your sister back more than anyone, but this isn’t the way. She’s your mate. For all you know, she’s extremely powerful, and you’re giving her to the enemy.”
I have no words for him. The last thing I want to do while I’m dripping cum on my boxers is debate with my best friend as to whether or not I should trade my mate for my sister. It’s been my mission since Mara was taken to get her back, and I’m not going to let anyone convince me to do anything else. “Get out of my face,” I tell him.
He sighs and takes a step backward before running his hand through his unruly curly hair. “All right, man. I think you’re making a huge mistake, but like usual, you’re not going to listen to me.”
I open the door and say nothing.
“What are you going to do tomorrow night?” he asks.
Sighing, I turn. “What?”
“Tomorrow night. The moon is going to be basically full again tomorrow. What are you going to do?”
“No. Tomorrow will be fine. I’ve already given her what she wanted.”
He chuckles under his breath. “Even under normal circumstances women aren’t one and done with you, Alpha. You really think she’s going to be satisfied with one fuck?”
“Go to hell.” I walk into my room, close the door, lock it, and lean against it. I’ll have to deal with these ramifications tomorrow, but tonight, I’m going to take a shower to rinse her sense off me and go to sleep.
In the morning, I’ll sort all of this out, but my mind will not change.
Hezzlie Stone has to go.
***
*Hezzlie*
Something is different. I know it before I even open my eyes.
My body feels different. Sore in places I’ve never felt before. I roll over and notice the sheets are a lot closer to my body than they should be.
My eyes fly open, and I look down at my body and note that I’m naked. A flood of memories washes over me just as Wilma knocks on the door. I can’t shout at her not to come in before the door comes open. “Good morning, dear,” she says, coming in. “How are–OH!”
I clutch the blanket up to my chin, but she’s not stupid. It’s clear I’m naked. She can probably smell the musk of sex hanging in the air, and my shredded top and my shorts lie scattered on the floor.
She clears her throat and tries to avert her eyes. “I’ll just, uh, get your dinner tray out of the way, and here’s your breakfast. I hope you… slept… well.”
I can’t say anything. If I open my mouth, something will pop out that will make it even worse.
Wilma collects my tray from last night and bustles out of the room. I can’t tell if she’s trying not to laugh or if she’s abhorred.
As soon as she leaves, I hop out of bed, still clutching the blanket because I don’t trust that she won’t come back, and rush to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Flashes of what happened last night come back to me. I toss the blanket aside and get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is tussled, and I remember Rowan wrapping it around his arm. God, he’d fucked my doggy-style, and then we’d gotten stuck together like some kind of animals!
We are animals, I guess. But we weren’t while we were doing that.
‘Weren’t you?’ my wolf asks, and then she chuckles.
“Shut up,” I tell her, climbing into the steaming hot shower and scrubbing my skin with a loofah. I pour as much body wash on it as I can and soap myself up like I’ve never showered before. I start to wash my pussy, but it’s so sore, I can’t be so vigorous.
When I’m done washing everything, including my hair, I stand there and let the hot water pour over me. What the hell happened? I can’t believe how needy I was, begging him to fuck me, taking my pants off and flashing everything in his face. How could he possibly say no?
“God, I hope I never see him again,” I mutter, continuing to stand in the water. I hope my father comes to get me today. I want to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Eventually, I know I have to get out of the shower. I turn the water off, dry my hair and my body off, and step into the closet to get dressed. I want to wear a thick turtleneck and pants that come up to my bra, but I settle for a pair of jeans and a blue sweater. I brush my hair and put it in a ponytail, still damp, and walk out into my bedroom.
But I’m not alone. I take a deep breath and ask, “What do you want?”
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