𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

1.67𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Zayn bounded to Liam after an hour of asserting dominance on the field. Liam was happy to greet the wolf who tried to give him another wolf kiss. Liam dodged his tongue with a grin. He scratched Zayn's head as he sat, panting after an hour of constant exercise.

Solana gazed at his wolf almost longingly, remembering what it was like to have her wolf, and her mate always by her side.

"It's getting late. I'll have Baela bring you up a warm drink and a hot water bottle, Liam." Solana watched Zayn carefully as he stared at Jarry cuddling into Louis' wolf. Zayn could be arrogant at times, especially in his wolf form.

"That's really thoughtful of you, S-Solana." Liam almost forgot her name. For the past ten minutes, he had been suffering in silence. The cold had gotten to his bones. Liam shivered uncontrollably and was sure the entire pack had
heard his teeth chattering.

Being inside the building wasn't much warmer, but Liam was shielding from the wind and his skin was grateful. Zayn walked with him in his wolf form and shifted when they reached the bedroom. He was hot and sweaty while Liam was cold and shivering.

"Get under the duvet," he demanded, using his Alpha voice.

Liam was already halfway onto the bed, not needing to be told twice.

Zayn turned on the shower and Liam pursed his lips, sinking down on the bed until the duvet touched his chin. Liam wondered when they would get a bathroom door while Zayn, once again, didn't care about his lack of clothes.

Zayn wandered into the room when he was done washing, rubbing his hair with a towel, and casually looking through his drawers for some pyjamas.

Liam watched him, clearly flustered. Zayn's skin was smooth, with the occasional small mole across his back, and one on his chest. He had a few scars from years of scrapping with other wolves, and a great body from years of running and training. Muscles moved sleekly under his
skin, even from the slightest movement.

Zayn felt him watching. Just like on the field, Liam's eyes rarely left his wolf. Being watched by a mate was exhilarating. Zayn wanted to show off all the time, draw his attention all the time, and find things that entertained Liam. Zayn even felt jealous when Liam sometimes talked with his mother on the bench.

He turned when he found some black pyjama bottoms.

Liam was staring at his body with glassy eyes and very pink cheeks. He gripped the duvet by his chin, chewing his bottom lip and deepening his dimples.

Zayn tilted his head with a smirk. "I sleep naked sometimes."

Liam pulled the duvet over his head and curled awkwardly into a ball.

The corners of Zayn's lips twitched with amusement.

Instead of putting his pyjamas on, he climbed on the bed and laid next to him, waiting for him to resurface.

Liam surface for fresh air, thinking Zayn was wearing trousers. He slapped a hand over his eyes immediately at the first sight of him.

Zayn reached over to pull his hand away. It took some persuasion, but a crimson-faced Liam soon peeked from behind his fingers.

Zayn studied him carefully. If Liam was uncomfortable, he would put his pyjamas on in an instant. Judging by the size of Liam's pupils, and the hint of a smile on his lips, Zayn knew he was more embarrassed.

"Don't you sleep naked sometimes?" Zayn tried not to think about it, knowing his mind would fall too deep.

Liam shook his head. "What if something happens in the night and you have to leave in a hurry, but you forgot you're not wearing anything?"