Alpha's sweet obsession

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Zach POV

As I left Aimee on the bed sleeping, I felt uneasy leaving her. At the same time, I have never felt more at peace and calm than I feel near Aimee. I'm so overjoyed I found her; it was true love at first sight. I feel that Ash is calm and collected but still as fierce as ever, if not more. It's like he can focus differently and more ferociously. I already feel she brings the best out of both my wolf and me by being close to her. I walk down to the basement of our warehouse, where I'm going to check on Ray. I wonder if he has had a hard night. I know Marc's way of punishing very well. He doesn't need to say what he has done to him. I know he must have used wolfsbane. He's human, so he shouldn't die, but he can also react badly. He is, after all, half-wolf, even though he's mostly human. Ray doesn't have a wolf, but you never know what reaction it can have; it's a little more complicated with a half-human/wolf mix.

As I enter the basement, I see the pack doctor, David, and Marc watching Ray through the cameras. As I close in on them, they turn to face me; my Alpha aura is powerful, and having found my mate, it is even more vigorous.

Zach: "How is he doing?"

David: "Not too bad as it seems. But just a few hallucinations so far, but not too bad yet. If it progresses, I'll sedate him for his safety. He's been talking to himself, but not much sense."

Marc: "Hey, Zach! If you want to stay with your girl, do it. Don't worry about him; go be with your mate."

Zach: "Hey, what now?! Are you giving me orders? Besides, I never said she's my mate."

David and Marc exchange looks, and both can't keep the smiles off their faces.

Marc: "No, you didn't, but it's obvious. I'm very happy for you, Alpha. You've searched for so long for her. She's young, but she'll still be a great Luna. I would have liked to see a she-wolf become our Luna, but she is a lovely girl."

Zach: "Watch your words now! It's MY mate you're talking about here. Beta or friend doesn't matter when we talk about MY mate!"

David: "Alpha, Please calm down. It's true what Marc is saying for herself and us; it would have been better if she was a wolf. If there is an attack, a human Luna is our weak link, and it's just facts."

Zach: "Don't you think I know that! I know a human in the pack would be our weak link. Still, she'll be 18 soon, and then we'll know for sure. No matter which, I won't give her up because she's human."

David: "What do you mean? Are her parent's werewolves? We're not saying you should give her up, but you must consider what that means for the pack."

Zach: "Her father is a werewolf. She has 3 siblings, and only one is a wolf, so I think she'll be a wolf and turn on her 18th birthday."

David: "It could. It doesn't always turn out that half of the siblings are wolves."

Marc: "Wow, does she know this?"

Zach: "Yes, but she doesn't want to be a wolf or have a mate! She made it clear she didn't like me being her mate. She's mine. But she is f*****g mine! Only mine and no one elses."

Marc: *Can't keep the smile off my face and say*

"Oh man, I'm sorry but you just have to spend time with her and win her over. Maybe be gentle Zach from what Lace told me she's been abused so you might need to put in some work to win her over."

Zach: "I know patience isn't really my strong suit, and not to speak of that damn horny wolf that just driving me insane how been is pestering me since we caught her scent. Well, I head back up to my girl. You two got this. If anything happens, rapport and come and get me."

As I'm leaving, I hear both men wholeheartedly laughing; they laugh so hard it makes breathing hard. Yeah, real funny men, just you wait, I'll get you for that. Just wait. I walked back to the room we gave Aimee, thinking I would love to bring her home to my penthouse. I bet she'll never go for that, not yet. I enter the room, and she has a bad dream again, my poor baby. When I am about to lie down on the bed, I think I should sleep beside her in my clothes. I usually just have my briefs, but I imagine that would not make her happy when she wakes up, maybe pleased but embarrassed; right now, it doesn't seem like the best idea. I lay beside her, put her head on my arm, held her close, and felt the calm wash over me. As I close my eyes, I feel her move closer to me and put her hand on my chest. She comforts me in her sleep and makes me incredibly happy. When I feel I'm about to fall asleep next to my princess, I feel her hand go under my T-shirt to find skin, and she caresses my abdomen and chest in circles; I can't remember anything that feels better than it is. I could lay like this with her forever. This is the best feeling I had in years; right now, I wouldn't mind if time stopped. In my mind, Ash is lying down like a content puppy that gets a belly rub; he's calm, content, and at peace. Neither of us can remember the last time we both felt like this. I close my eyes and feel sleep take over.

Ray POV

I don't know where I am, but in a room with white walls, a small bed, and a toilet, that is about it. There are no windows, just one steal door, the only way in this room. Where did they put me? Where is Aimee? I know they're keeping us separate, so we won't try to escape. My chest and stomach hurt like hell, and my thigh and arm. Then the memories come back. They put some bandages on there, at least that something. I wonder what's happening to Aimee and if they hurt her. I need to escape, but that will not get easy being this hurt. I don't know how well I can walk with the stab wounds I received and how I will get out of this room? I wonder if I even can walk with that leg. I bet there was a plan to stab my leg. I sit up to see if I can stand; I fall to the floor on my face just as I stand. I lay there thinking how f****d I am. At the same time, I wondered why they didn't kill me; there must be a reason for not killing me, but what was the reasoning? Knowing these bastards, they always have a f*****g reason. I wake up again, and I'm tied to the bed this time, and I must have fallen asleep. And there are tubs and things all over me. I look around; it looks like a hospital bed and machines like what you find in a hospital emergency room. The machines are beeping, which means something must have gone wrong. What the f**k happened? They must have tried to save my life, as it seems; why would they do that? Too many f*****g questions and no answers.

Marc POV

After Zach left me and David, the pack doctor, everything went to hell. Ray stated seizing and then cardiac arrest. I thought he was a goner. David is a fantastic doctor, and it is lucky for us. I wouldn't like to break the news to Aimee that I killed her brother by mistake. That just sounds stupid! First, torture him, then oops, he died. Not even I would believe that. David worked hard for two hours to stabilize him and finally did it, but we had to get some backups, two nurses, and another doc from the pack. f*****g wolfbane is hard to predict how it works on a half-wolf/human; all bets are off. Now it feels like we can breathe again and are all sleep-deprived. We didn't want to disturb Zach, even if it was touch and go. I know how badly he and his wolf need to be close to his girl. Zach has been a starving man without her for many years; now, he needs her more than his next breath. Well, it all worked out, and Ray is stable, and it seems as if the wolfbane is leaving the body. Of course, with some help from the doc that gave him the medicine to flush it out quicker.

Aimee POV

I wake up and feel crushed and hot like a furnace. I open my eyes to see the big guy lying beside me and holding me tight, and my head rests on his chest. I lift my head to get a look at him. I see all his tattoos. He must have taken off his shirt before lying down next to me. Wow, those tattoos are so hot. I look at his upper body; it's to die for. He looks like a model in a magazine, the centerfold, and I get to lay next to him. I would love to touch him and trace the tattoos on his neck, chest, and belly. I see he had a half-sleeve tattoo on his left arm; on the right, it's a complete sleeve tattoo. On him, it's just so hot and beautiful.

Most of the tattoos are tribal tattoos, but some are other things. On his neck is a crescent moon and on his chest is a fierce wolf with small letters Ash. I wonder why it says, Ash. I never liked tattoos, but now I love them, especially on him. I could stare at this handsome man, open-mouthed, and drool coming down my chin forever. He has his eyes closed, and I lay my head back down after getting an eye full of the hot man. Wow, it feels so lovely; wait, I can't let him in my emotions, but damn, it feels so good. I feel loved, and I shouldn't let myself think like that. I'm so confused about how to act and what to say. My brain and heart are at war and confusing the hell out of me.

Zach POV

I'm awake, and I still have my eyes closed. Just enjoyed the feel of Aimee's body so close to mine. I can feel her stir and start to wake up. I know I should get up and check with my men and the Ray situation, but I need to be close to her more than all these other matters. I feel her lift her head and watch me; her gaze is intense. She definitely checking me out; I'm lying almost naked. I was so hot in the middle of the night, so I took off my shirt and jeans and just had my briefs on. The quilt covers the lower part of my body. Skin against skin. This is hard to top. I can tell she's unaware that she has taken some clothes off during the night. She's just in panties and a bra. I know she would get embraced and cover herself if she realized.

Aimee POV

He opens his eyes; I love his eyes. They are piercing gray orbs. Yet again, my eyes are drowned in his chest, which I would love to touch. It's like a moth to a flame. I have no control over my actions at all. I take my hand and touch him and make circles on his chest. He closes his eyes again, and I feel him relax, and a groan slips out of his mouth, it sounds so sexy, and he must like it as much as I do. I then trace the wolf he has on his chest. I can't help it; I just have to touch it and caress him. I have no control over my hand. Then I realize I have no clothes on. What did he take them off? I pull the quilt over my breasts.

Zach: "Don't worry, sweetheart, I don't; you barely have any clothes on. I'm almost naked, too, you know."

*As I said that I wiggle my eyebrows*

Aimee: "What? Did you take them off? Don't tell me we did something last night?"

Zach: "No, I didn't take your clothes off; you did that during the night. We both were so hot, and we both took our clothes off. Baby, if we did more than sleep, you would have remembered. That I can assure you of."

Aimee: "Okay, okay, then, can you give me a shirt to cover myself?"

Ash: "But WHY? I kind of like her without clothes. Come to think of it, Zach helps her out of the clothes she still has on. Zach, can we burn her clothes and make her be without. I like that better."

Zach: "I grab my shirt and give it to her. I like the idea of her with my scent all over, and if I can't lay claim yet, then she can have my scent, which is halfway to claiming her."

*Mind conversation between Zach and his wolf Ash*

Zach: Ash, you dirty wolf! Do you wish for all men to have their slimy paws and eyes over our woman?

Ash: *puts his head down in shame* NO! I just want to enjoy the view

*wolfish smile spreads on that furry beast's face*

Zach: So do I. *moans longingly* So do I

*End of mind conversation between Zach and his wolf Ash*

He watches me put his shirt on; it's a button-up shirt. Wait, he had a t-shirt yesterday, and now when I look around, I see several men's clothing on a chair. I had no time to think too much about this as Zach broke the silence.

Zach: "What do you say about having breakfast together?"

Aimee: "I sort of would love that. I haven't eaten anything yesterday and feel like a starving wolf."

Ash: "She's not alone in being a starving wolf; I could eat a buck. Come on, let's have a run and get a big buck to sink my teeth into."

Zach: "I'll get some clothes on and then get us breakfast; anything special you'd like to eat?"

Aimee: "Clothes could be a good idea. Take whatever you like."

He gets up to put something on; that body is killing me. He is so hot it's sizzling in my panties; no woman could be unaffected. I close my eyes as he puts on jeans and a clean, crisp button-up shirt. Just when I open my eyes, he is standing and leaning over me, I gaze into his eyes, and he caresses me on the unwounded cheek. I wonder how he knew not to touch the other one. He hasn't touched the hurt cheek. Does he know I've been injured there? Now that I think of it, he's been very gentle with my back where I have my wounds. He hasn't touched my back, just my cheek, neck, and belly. He must know.