18. Stolen Alpha

Aaro’s pov

Fucking phone. That stupid fucking phone. Phones didn’t used to be like this, were they? I remember mom and dad having a phone, and I sometimes watched videos on it or played a game. But this thing was totally different.

I felt so fucking out of place. I knew nothing about this world. I guess that the school does this on purpose. Make sure to isolate the girls once they’re out of the school. Make sure we don’t know how to use technology to ask for help.

We’re not supposed to tell anyone about the school, but even if we only wanted to help ourselves once we were out, we wouldn’t be able to. We had no one to turn to and no way to set up any support system. Maybe I should talk to Eve. She had been isolated, stuck inside this packhouse. She knows how it feels, and maybe she knows how to get out of here.

I opened the stupid phone again, cursing at it.

"You better not fuck this up again. Send text to Eve."

"Send text to Eve," the phone said.

"Do you want to join me and Storm for lunch?" I was scared to say more before the phone would lose control again. "Send text."

Did I actually do it right this time? I just had to wait and see. I decided to get dressed and shower in the meantime. I had stayed in bed so fucking long. Not only was this the most comfortable bed I had ever been in, but I was used to waking up at dawn and always hated it. I was always tired from having to go to school and work at the same fucking time. There was no rest at the school, and here, I finally could rest. Although it made me feel guilty at the same time, I knew I needed to be strong to escape, and eating well and resting would help. Ero could handle a few days without me. She was used to the school; it was all she knew. She didn't get into trouble like I did, so I wasn't worried she would get hurt. 

I stood under the shower, letting the warm water rain down on me. I loved how warm the water was, and no one told me to get out. I needed to leave this pack, I knew that, but things didn’t suck as fucking much as I thought they would. This shower didn't suck, the bed was fucking nice, and Storm wasn't so bad either. He was actually really sweet, and he felt really good.

I washed my hair, and then I grabbed some soap to wash my body. I had always heard that my body wasn’t attractive to men. That I was too tall or too curvy, but Storm seemed to find me attractive enough.

I bit my lip thinking about what happened last night. I never had the time to experiment or to touch myself. Yeah, Birdy and I kissed, and she touched one boob, but that was it. I had never experienced anything more. It wasn’t like I was going to touch myself in a room filled with eleven other girls, including my sister. And the shower wasn’t any different. There were always people around.

After I came last night, Storm went into the bathroom to touch himself. What would it be like to touch him there? What would he sound like or look like while I did that to him? My hand went to my breast and then lowered until it reached the folds in between my legs. Storm said he would give me pleasure with his mouth and hands, and just thinking about it made my knees fucking weak.

My fingers found my nub, and soon I felt the same sensation I felt last night. I picked up the pace, wanting to chase that feeling again. I imagined Storm was the one touching me, and I moaned softly.

I had my back towards the door, and I continued to rub myself harder, not caring how loud my moans were getting. No one would hear me in the shower anyway.

Or so I fucking thought.

The door opened, and I turned around in surprise, forgetting to remove my hand from between my legs.

"I thought you were hurt." Storm said, and his eyes went to my naked body and then to my hand, which I quickly moved.

"I’m sorry."

"Stop fucking apologizing." Storm said, and he walked into the shower fully dressed. Was this our thing now? Showering with fucking clothes on.

He stopped a few steps in front of me and stared at me again. "You look so fucking good, I could eat you."

I didn’t say anything, I wasn't sure what to do. His words did something to me, just like they did last night.

"Did you think of me when you were touching yourself?" Storm asked huskily.

I nodded my head.

"Do you need my help to finish?" he offered, and he looked ready to devour me.

I took a few deep breaths. This was going to happen anyway. Soon I’d be forced to mate with him. But he was giving me a choice, and he wasn’t pushing me.

I nodded my head again. I couldn’t fucking speak, because I was pretty fucking sure I would sound like a nervous mess.

Storm sat down on his knees, and he pushed my body back against the wall. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, and then, before I could think about what was going to happen, he stuck his head right in between my legs. His tongue found the right spot immediately, and suddenly I didn’t mind that he had been with other women. Not if it meant he was so fucking skilled at this.

His mouth was warm, and his tongue moved so fucking fast, exploring every inch of me. His hand traced along the inside of my leg and then went higher. I felt this weird sensation, and I realized his finger was inside of me. It felt full, and it made me fucking nervous because I had seen and felt his dick, and it was a lot bigger than one finger.

Soon my nervous thoughts were gone; every fucking thought was gone, because all I could feel was the best fucking feeling in the world.

Storm moved his head back, still on his knees. "You taste so fucking good, Aaro."

"Thank you," was all I could reply. Thank you for the mind-blowing orgasm. Thank you for saying I taste good, and thank you for making me forget every fucking horrible thing for a few seconds.

He got off his knees, and he stared at my chest. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my breast. I knew he wanted to touch me and I was curious what he would do.

He smirked, but his smirk soon vanished, and instead this look of lust came back. He pinched my nipple.

"I need to taste them too." He growled, and his head went to my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking softly.

I didn’t expect this to feel that fucking good, and I started to moan, and without thinking, I moved my legs together, looking for that feeling of friction. Storm must have noticed, because his hands moved down and he moved my legs apart and he used his thumb to rub my nub, while he moved his index finger inside me.

He looked up at me and kissed me softly. "You’re so tight. Just relax, schoonheid [beautiful]."

His head went back to my chest, and I focused on his mouth on my breast. He inserted another finger inside of me, and although it fell really fucking full, I soon adjusted to it.

"Good girl." Storm said, and he began fucking me with his finger.

I moaned loudly, "fuck, Storm, that feels so good."

"There is that potty mouth again," Storm said, and he softly bit into my nipple.

I was close, and Storm picked up the pace; he was so fucking good at it, and when I came, I swear I saw fucking stars.

He removed his finger from me and took off his shirt, throwing it on the ground. My hands went to his belt, wanting to remove his pants too. I couldn’t think; all I knew was that I wanted more.

A knock stopped us from going any further.

"Aaro? Are you ready?" Eve said, knocking on the bedroom door.

"I invited your mother." I said, apologetically.

Storm started to laugh and kiss me. "It might be a good thing, krullebol, because I was this close to taking you right in the shower. Fuck, Aaro, you’re driving me insane. The sounds you make; the way you smell and taste. You’re fucking perfect."

He was so sweet, and I thought of something to say back. Anything that was real. Storm deserved something real. "When you touch me, you make me forget everything."

He looked at me, as if he were trying to see if I was telling the truth. And then he smiled the most beautiful fucking smile I had ever seen.

"I'll get dressed. I'll tell my mother you're almost finished getting ready." He said, giving me a quick kiss. He took off his pants, revealing his amazing fucking ass and stepped out of the shower. Was there anything about this man that wasn't attractive? He grabbed a towel for himself and then handed me one.

I quickly applied some product to my hair and tied it into a braid. I looked at myself in the mirror, my blue eyes staring back at me. I liked my eyes; they were like moms. And I liked my nose and my skin; they reminded me of my dad. But seeing myself through Storm’s eyes made me see myself differently. I was blushing slightly, probably because of the orgasms and hot shower, and I looked healthier than I did before. My face wasn’t so skinny anymore, even after only being here for three days. Even the bags under my eyes were slowly going away.

I’m beautiful. I’m strong. I’m a fucking badass, and I can do this. I can do whatever it fucking takes to save my sister and claim my rightful place as alpha of the Iron River pack. Even if it means I might hurt one of the nicest guys I have ever met, who I grew more attached to every fucking day.

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this one isn't that long, I had a busy day.

Thank you for the nice comments, since you liked the previous chapter I thought I would give you another steamy chapter. I don't know why I keep making them meet in the shower. Maybe it's because of Pride and Prejudice. I liked the BBC version with Collin Firth when i was a teenager, especially the scene where Mr Darcy comes out of the lake. I don't even think he's that atractive, but that scene did something to me. lol.

O I heard back from my editor. She said the promotion team wanted to promote the Iron Alpha this week and after that they can publish the Stolen Alpha either behind the Iron Alpha or on his own. I would rather it be a seperate story, I've only been sharing the chapters because I didn't want you guys to have to wait. But I like the idea of having seperate stories. Besides, the Iron Alpha is already over 200 chapters long. That's going to be crazy long if i add the Stolen Alpha.

I already see where the story is going inside my head. I am already palnning things inside my head. Imagining conversations between Storm and Aaro before she flees to the Iron River pack. I hope you'll trust me, because I will make things hard for a while. But for now they're falling for each other and soon we'll see what happens when Aaro turns eighteen. Do you think they're true mates? And if they are how would they react?

I haven't written many characters yet, but I am planning on using some of your names later on. But only for characters that aren't evil. I promise. Unless you'd like that. lol