Mated to a control freak Alpha

Chapter Twenty

Sighing I roll onto my side only to hit against a rock hard chest.

Climbing out of bed I freeze as I hear George mumbling and rolling over.

As soon as his soft breaths are filling the room up again I open the bedroom door and walk downstairs to grab a midnight snack.

Seeing a dark figure in the kitchen I grab the first thing in hand which is a frying pan.

But before I can do anything I feel someone grab the back of my head and slam it into the kitchen counter.

Dropping the frying pan, a loud clang fills the house and I collapse into the floor.

An alarm is sounded just as my vision clouds over by black splotches.

Two weeks later

I can feel someone holding my hand, their so warm, they make my arm tingle and I feel my inner wolf howl.

Where am I?

Why am I surrounded by darkness?

How long have I been here?

And what is that horrible smell!?

"Baby, please wake up, I need you to be okay, your cut has healed and the doctor says you should be up and about by now. Why are you taking so long to come back to me?! I need you. The pack needs their Luna." A low, heart broken voice sniffles.

My wolf groans and fights me to get out but I remain strong.

Using all my will and all my strength I squeeze my hand, and I get a result.

He gasps and I feel his hands move from mine to either side of my face.

Feeling a tear drop hit my cheek I feel a source of energy.

"Skylar. Baby. Open your eyes!" He exclaims.

I feel my eyelashes flutter upon my cheeks and I slowly open my eyes only to be blinded by the lights.

Hissing I squeeze my eyes shut and soon enough there's a click and I slowly open my eyes again.

Above me is a tall, amazingly looking hunk of wolf.

My wolf purrs and I stare up at him dreamily.

I'm soon snapped out of this daze as a tanned girl who looks like the hunk smashes through the door.

I snort out a little giggle and watch her scramble towards me.

"Skylar! You're awake! Finally it's been two weeks." She pants.

"Where have you just come from?" The hunk asks.

"Training in the woods with the guys....I beat them all..." She shrugs as if it was nothing.

Looking between the two confused their expressions change from happy to hurt.

"You don't know who we are do you?" The girl asks whilst the guy begins pacing.

"Well my name is Natasha. I'm your best friend here. And that stressy over there is George, the alpha of this pack and your mate." She smiles.

Alpha!?

Mate!?

"I FOUND MY MATE!" I scream and leap off the bed into George who catches me easily.

Placing a sloppy kiss on his lips he chuckles and holds me up.

"Does anyone else get a kiss like that?" Natasha snorts.

Looking towards her, she wriggles her eyebrows which makes me laugh.

"Uhm....G-George?" I mumble.

He hums and stares deeply into my eyes.

"Can I take a shower? I smell like a pile of dung." I blush.

He nods and carries me through winding hallways and into what I'm guessing is our bedroom.

Jumping down I run into the bathroom and slam the door shut.

Looking at myself in the mirror I gasp, I have a birds nest on my head...

Grabbing a hair brush I brush out all the tangles and knots before stripping down.

Dropping my clothes in the basket I step into the shower and scrub myself all over at least 3 times before getting out.

Wrapping a towel around my body, I comb through my hair with my fingers and simply French braid my hair.

Brushing my teeth and gargling half the bottle of mouthwash I finally feel clean again.

Walking into the bedroom I bite my lip and shuffle on my feet.

"We share a wardrobe babe. It's right over there.." George smirks raising to his feet.

He wraps his arms around my waist and I hold onto my towel tighter, "Although I do like you wearing so little..."

Gasping I feel my face turn bright red and I giggle like a schoolgirl.

"Let me get dressed!" I whine.

He kisses my nose before letting me go.

Walking into the wardrobe I search around until I see a pink bag, checking inside I see cute lace undies.

Nice.

Putting on a black lace matching set I look around for something to wear.

Grabbing some black ankle socks, dark wash denim shorts, an off the shoulder sweater that says 'Unicorns are so real!' on it, I quickly get dressed.

Walking out of the wardrobe I giggle as George scoops me up in his arms.