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Drakos shows me into his room and closes the door behind us. I glance around at the midnight blue and cream room. It is nice, clean. He has a large bookshelf along the one wall so I walk over and start looking at the titles. I am surprised to find a lot of fantasy titles. “Make yourself comfortable, I won’t be long.” Alpha Drakos says before heading into the en suite bathroom. I move away from the books and instead look out the windows. If I open the doors I could step onto the veranda and see out into the woods. I decide against that as I don’t want people to see me in the Alpha’s room. I hear the water running so decide to sit on the bed a while. I sit by the pillows, one leg tucked under me. The other leg dangles off the side. I chew my lip and glance around again. I look to my left and notice a magazine on the bedside table. I lay it in front of me on the bed. ‘Wolves today are not warriors’ printed across the top. It is an article about the younger generation of werewolves being too pampered to fight. I guess this problem on the borders is serious then. I am most certainly not strong enough to be a warrior. There is no way I can make a good Luna. I won’t make the same mistake of trying to just reject Alpha Drakos but I do need to discuss this with him. He needs to understand that I am not good enough to be a Luna. The bathroom door opens and I glance up to see Alpha Drakos walk past in nothing but a towel. It is hanging low on his hips. I feel my mouth bob open like a fish as a gawk at him. His sublime skin is covered in little water droplets. My eyes move up his toned arms until I reach his hair. His dark curls are wet and hang over his face. Oh holy goddess, you are a b***h for dangling him before me. His face turns toward me as he reaches the closet and a smirk plays on his lips. s**t. He knows I am gawking at him. I drop my eyes back down to the magazine and pretend I was not looking. I hear him rummage around, he must be getting dry and dressed. Then he drops onto the bed before me. He is wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. And nothing else. “You know, sometimes you could wear actually clothes,” I tease quietly. He smiles at me, “why?” He pulls the magazine from my hands and throws it. He then grabs my wrist and pulls me to straddle his hips. I yelp in surprise. His face morphs into concern, “s**t, did I catch your side darling? I was trying to avoid it.” My side? Wait he knows about my bruise. At my questioning stare he continues. “Josiah told me you hurt your side, that you have a bruise.” He explains and cups my cheek. “Did I hurt you?” I shake my head, “no. I was just not expecting it is all.” “Good.” He pulls me closer and snuggles into the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and allow my body to relax into his hold. After a few moments he sighs and presses a kiss to my throat. “We should go. Everyone is waiting for me,” he says and I stand from his lap. He pulls a T-shirt on followed by socks and shoes. He takes my hand and moves to the door. I stop him before he opens it. “We can’t go in there together,” I blurt nervously. “Everyone will know something is up.” He looks at me confused, “and?” “I don’t want everyone to know,” I say softly. “Please, can we just keep this between us.” He watches my face, assessing for a moment before nodding. “Fine.”
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