17. Stolen Alpha

Storm’s pov

I put Aaro on my lap and let her eat.

"So what’s her deal?" Cara asked, mind-linking me.

"What do you mean?"

"She seems nice, but is she like the rest? Does she want you because of your title?"

I laughed, "no, she isn’t like the rest. Not at fucking all. I don’t think she cares about becoming Luna at all."

"Did she have any say in coming here? Did her parents force her?"

I sighed, "she’s an orphan. It’s fucking complicated Cara, but she doesn’t really have a choice. So I’m trying my fucking best to make everything not suck as fucking much."

Cara smiled at me, "you want her to like you."

Aaro started giving me bites to eat, and although it surprised me, I let her. It was fucking adorable that she cared enough to feed me.

"She likes you already. She was straddling you, and now she’s feeding you!" Cara shouted inside my head.

That kiss was amazing. And when Aaro started moving her fucking hips, I went insane. If Cara hadn’t stopped us, I don’t know what would have happened. When we kissed, everything around us just fucking disappeared.

"I’ll bring some dessert out." Clara said out loud. "I guess I only need to bring one fork." She winked at Aaro, and I rolled my eyes at her.

"I’m sorry for embarrassing you." Aaro said.

"You don’t." I replied. I fucking loved that she thought to feed me. Why would I ever be embarrassed by her?

Aaro began digging into the ice cream with stroopwafel and then started asking Cara a question. I tried to stop Cara from telling the truth; I didn’t want Aaro to think I slept with the whole fucking pack.

"Which you almost did," Brand said.

"We can’t all be bachelors..." fucking Cara with her lack of filter. I get it; she disliked my previous girlfriends, but this was different. I brought Aaro here for a reason, and Cara better not fuck this up for me.

I told Cara Aaro’s age, hoping that my tone would stop her from saying anything. I knew Aaro was fucking young. I don’t normally date anyone under twenty. I am seven years older than Aaro; it’s a fucking lot.

Cara looked at me, "Seventeen, isn’t that a bit, -"

I stopped her, mindlinking her instead. "Cara, seriously? Why do you have to make things so fucking hard?"

"Seventeen, Storm? She doesn’t even have her wolf yet." Cara said.

"Don’t you think I fucking know that? Like I said it’s complicated."

"You better treat her well, Storm. She looks like she's tough, but seventeen? She hasn’t even had the chance to have a life, and now she’s supposed to become your Luna?"

"I’m trying to treat her well, but you’re mindlinking me and ruining my fucking date. So could you please just leave us alone and go cook some fucking food?!"

Cara smiled at Aaro, "it was nice to meet you. Good luck with this one; you’ll need it. He’s a good guy, despite his grumpy face."

I sighed, "thanks for dinner, Cara. Now fuck off."

Cara bowed her head, "yes, Alpha Storm."

Aaro waved at Cara, "thank you for the food."

"Do you want to go back to the packhouse?" I asked Aaro.

"It's been a long day," she said, nodding her head.

We drove back, and I grabbed her hand, "sorry about Cara. She’s protective of me. I’m not going to fucking pretend I haven’t dated a lot of women, but not all of them dated me for me. They wanted my title or wanted to get close to my family. And despite what Ruby might think, I have never dated more than one woman at the fucking time. My mother raised me better than that."

Aaro nodded her head, "I understand. Thank you for explaining this to me."

Fucking hell, that was not the answer I expected. Sometimes she sounded like a fucking robot. Didn’t she care at all? I knew she cared; she growled at the fucking waitress.

"Tomorrow’s date will be better, I fucking promise."

"I liked the date. Brand was nice, the food was good and uhm…" she stopped herself and sounded a bit shy.

"Yes, Aaro?" I teased.

"The kiss was good too." She quickly said and quickly looked out the window.

"I like kissing you. A whole fucking lot." I replied.

We were silent the rest of the way while I held her hand in mine. I played some music in the car, and Aaro seemed to enjoy it. I wondered if they listened to music at the school.

We walked to the room, and I saw an Omega had left the package I had ordered on the bed.

"I got you something, Aaro." I said, handing her the phone.

She looked at it, unsure, and I explained what it was.

"That’s a phone?!" she said surprised.

Phones weren't commonly used by werewolves; we could mind-link within a pack. But I always had mine with me because my mam couldn’t mindlink me. Besides, I had to deal with other packs for my job and I needed my phone for that too.

I showed her how it worked, but she seemed too baffled. Same fucking thing as with the shower. "If you start to freak out, you can also talk to the phone. Like I did with the shower, remember? Just say, "Phone send message to Storm, and then you tell him what you want to say."

She looked at me confused.

"Try it."

"Uhm. Phone. Send a message to Storm."

The phone made a ping sound, and a female voice said, "Message to Storm."

Aaro looked at me, and I nodded for her to continue, "hi?"

"And then you say send." I told Aaro.

"Send."

My phone pinged, and I showed her the screen. "See, it says Aaro and then "hi?"."

Aaro started to laugh, "that’s really crazy. I don’t remember phones being like this."

If she remembered a phone, it was probably from before she was six. So that was twelve years ago. Phones weren’t the same. Technology develops in such a fast way that it wasn’t a surprise that she didn’t recognize my phone. When I was young, I used to imagine that they would develop phones that were linked to your mind or embedded in your wrist. I was glad that this didn’t happen.

"No, just trackers that are embedded in Aaro’s wrist." Brand growled.

"You want to get changed first?" I asked Aaro. "Or do you want to play with your phone."

She smiled and looked at the device in her hand, "I’ll get changed first. I think I need a manual for this one."

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that all the manuals were probably on screens too. Paper wasn’t used much, except for old scrolls and books held in our library. Everything is digital now.

She came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later in one of my shirts and nothing else. Her bruises from the previous day had already healed, and she looked perfect.

I quickly brushed my teeth and then took my shirt off and pants. I walked back to the room in my boxers and Aaro stared at me from the bed.

"Do you like the way I look?" I asked Aaro.

"I do. I like your tattoos too." Aaro said.

I smirked, "good to fucking know. My dad fucking hates them. I think that’s why I started getting them."

"And why you dated Cara?" she asked.

"Does it bother you?"

She shrugged, "I don’t know. Maybe."

I got into bed next to her and pulled her on top of me. Aaro squealed and looked down at me in surprise.

"I liked what you did in the restaurant." I said, grabbing her ass and moving it against me.

She bit her lip and looked at my mouth, but instead of bending down to kiss me, she continued to sit up straight and started moving her hips. She was only wearing her underwear, and my hands on her ass were making her t shirt ride up, so I had the perfect view of her lace underwear. I should remember to thank the store clerk for picking those out.

She sat up straight with confidence as her hips started grinding against me, and my dick was hard from the first second she started. I moved my hands from her waist and instead moved them up under her shirt to cup her breasts.

I stared at her, waiting to see her reaction, wanting to make sure she didn’t mind me touching her there. When I pinched her nipple softly, she moaned. Fuck, those breasts were spilling out of my hands. They were fucking perfect. I just wish I could see them.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked Aaro, my voice thick with desire.

She shook her head, "no, don’t stop."

She began moving faster and breathing more heavily, and she soon began shaking.

Aaro sounded out of breath. "Is that what it feels like?"

"To cum? Yeah, that’s what it feels like. You looked fucking good riding me too."

"I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to." It felt good, and I couldn’t stop. Should I...?"

I stopped Aaro, "krullebol, I don’t expect anything from you. I wanted your first orgasm to be when I ate you out, tasting that sweet pussy of yours, but we’ll try that next time."

Aaro’s eyes went wide.

I laughed huskily. "Sex isn’t just penetration, Aaro. It’s so much more. I will use my mouth, my hands, and my body to make you feel good. I will try to make your first time as painless as possible, and the best way to fucking do that is to make you as wet as possible. Are you wet right now, Aaro?"

She nodded her head.

"Well, I am fucking hard right now. So I am going to take care of business in the shower. You’re welcome to join me, but otherwise just go to sleep and I’ll join you soon enough."

Aaro seemed unsure, and I didn’t want to fucking push her. She had already surprised me by dry-humping me until she came. After that fucking awkward situation with Cara, I did not expect the evening to end like this.

"Go to sleep, schoonheid [beautiful]."

She smiled at me, "okay, Storm. Goodnight."

It only took me a few minutes to empty my load on the bathroom wall. Fucking hell did Aaro drive me crazy. She had this effect on me, and although I wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless, I knew that I needed to let her do this on her own terms. We had a fucking week, and she could set the pace.

I joined Aaro in bed and wrapped my arms around her. I fell asleep in no time, and when I woke up, she was still sleeping in my arms. I didn’t get much work done yesterday, so I couldn’t spend the day with her. But in two days’ time, I would be off from work, and we could spend the whole day together. I would probably just spend half the day lying in bed with her, because I couldn’t imagine anything better.

I kissed the top of her head, "Aaro. I need to work. Do you want to sleep some more or have breakfast with me?"

"Sleep." She said, barely opening her eyes, and she turned around and went right back to sleep.

I got a quick bite to eat and headed to my office. After a few hours, I decided to text Aaro.

"Hey sleeping beauty, are you awake yet? I really enjoyed last night."

It took about fifteen minutes, and I almost fell out of my chair laughing when I read her reply.

"Hi Storm. I just woke up. Fuck that sounds bad. He will think I slept all day. Phone delete. Why won’t it fucking delete. I hate this crap phone. Delete. If you don’t fucking delete the message I will throw you out the window. Delete. Don't."

"And now you’re typing again? You’re still recording me. No. I just wanted to say I enjoyed last night too, and now Storm will think I am some fucking idiot who can’t even use a damn phone. Delete message. Delete. DE LE TE. Motherfucker. Don't send this."

Instead of replying, I decided to call her.

"Hi? Can you hear me?" Aaro said, sounding agitated. 

"Hi, krullebol, So you hate the phone?" I joked.

"No, it’s fine. Did you get a message?"

"Yeah, two."

"O, no. O, no. Uhm, Storm. I don’t know what happened. Was it bad?"

I laughed loudly, "it was so fucking bad. But it’s kind of hot that you've got such a potty mouth. Am I such a bad influence on you?"

"Sorry, Storm. I don't know what happened."

"Don’t be. I miss you. Do you want to have lunch with me?"

She sighed with relief, "yes. When and where?"

"I’ll come get you around twelve."

"See you soon, Storm."

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so first of all. I made a mistake. I named the character Cara, but for some reason I ended up typing Clara a bunch of times. i've changed it, but you'd have to delete the whole book to see the changes. 

secondly, I've contacted my editor. Still no reply back. Hoping to hear something soon.

Thirdly. Let me know what you think. So I imagined this story in the not so far away future. So no flying cars, but a lot more technology. everything digital. cool cars. Everything is faster, science too. And Aaro ofcourse isn't used to any of it. Hence the phone message gone wrong. lol.