The Rescued Werewolf

CHAPTER 4: My new home

MAISY’S POV:

We stepped into the room together, but I had never felt so alone. The other two girls dispersed away from the common area and found their own rooms and Betty was by my side waiting for me to make the first move but I couldn’t. This whole time I had been in denial, convincing myself that this would pass and I would wake up in my bed or that someone would jump in and break the news that it was all a joke. But here I was standing in the common room that I would call my home now and it suddenly felt real. My body felt fake, like it wasn’t really my body and I could feel all of my thoughts swirling around my head and I was trapped in them. I knew this must be shock, I had felt it before but never this great. These things I was feeling and thinking just hit me like a brick wall. As if I had actually hit a brick wall I collapsed to the ground and before my eyes closed I felt a pair of tiny arms surround me and the faint sound of a voice murmuring words I couldn’t quite make out.

XANDER’S POV:

I tossed and turned in bed but try as a might sleep just wouldn’t come to me. Today had been a success. The girl was here and no one would suspect a thing. Of course in order for it to look spontaneous and not suspicious I had to take others along with her but they were collateral damage and just a burden I had to bare. However, they would come in handy and we could use more help around the castle. Khloe didn’t approve of this whole situation and honestly I couldn’t blame her, it didn’t sit right with me either but it was necessary. Benny didn’t really have any feelings towards the whole situation, well I thought so anyway. He was in a very strange mood earlier though when the girls had arrived but I assumed he had merely had an argument with his pals or an eager she-wolf at school. After all, he went about the tasks I set him without complaint and didn’t make any snide remarks so I assume he was simply in a bad mood and didn't want to talk about it. Anyhow, his mood didn’t bother me since both he and Khloe did as I instructed them and we presented a united front to our newcomers.

Khloe slept peacefully next to me. I was trying not to wake her with my moving around as she didn’t seem to sleep too well now that her bump had started to grow. She was only 4 weeks pregnant but pups grow nearly three times faster than humans so at three months she would be about ready to pop. Giving up on the idea of getting any more sleep, I slid out of bed slowly and gently trying not to shake the mattress too much and slipped on my dressing gown. Padding along the hallway outside of our room I made my way down to our washroom. I hoped I wouldn’t bump into anyone since only Khloe, Benny and I shared this floor of the castle but it did happen from time to time whenever Benny was occupying a friend. However, this time I was in luck. I walked into the large washroom and let my robe fall to the ground at my feet. I hopped into the spacious shower and let the magnificent hot water wash away my troubles. I stayed in the shower until I was sure my worries were eased as much as water could ease them at least, I didn’t want to let anyone see my weakness’ And I am sure they would take the clear stress I felt from a simple kidnapping to mean I was weak. Reassuring myself that this girl would benefit the future of my pack I put on my best poker face and left the washroom to start my day.

BENNY’S POV:

I rolled off of Jane the pack plaything and pulled on my underwear. I didn’t want to be anywhere near her in all honesty but after seeing that girl arrive earlier and carrying her out of that truck all I could think about was her. This castle was full of pretty girls but this one was different. Just the thought of her made my blood start pumping faster and I didn’t even know her name. Needing to find my release I made my way to Jane’s room knowing she would be a sure thing. To my annoyance I couldn’t stop thinking of that girl for a single second. Even when I was deep in Jane I was wishing it was her. But she was just a girl and it had clearly just been too long since I’d seen a new pretty face around here. That was all it was. I nodded to myself convinced I had hit the nail on the head with that theory and made my way back to my room. It was early morning by now and the sun was starting to rise but I hadn’t slept yet and my body was feeling very slow so I knew I must get some rest at least. Just as my head hit the pillow I heard shuffling in the hallway and then the opening and closing of my parents' washroom door and the starting of the shower. I closed my eyes and relaxed knowing it was surely my mother who didn’t sleep well lately getting ready to start her day early and not a threatening rogue wolf coming to kill us all. Whilst I drifted off I pleaded with my unconscious mind to dream of anything but her, but both me and my wolf Killian knew the truth. She was our mate. My mate that I could never have.

MAISY’S POV:

I had been awake for five minutes now but hadn’t yet opened my eyes. I was too comfortable in my bed right now. I stretched out an arm to reach for the edge of my blanket but came up short when I realised I couldn’t reach the edge. I slowly inched my leg out towards the other edge of the bed and realised that yet again I couldn’t reach the edge. I couldn’t remember falling asleep but I know my bed is tiny and so this simply couldn’t be it. I shot my other arm and leg out to reach for the sides of the bed just as I heard the door being opened and my eyes peeled open. Betty was staring at me through the open door and giggled shyly; covering her mouth. I looked down and realised I was starfishes on the bed and mixed with my confused state I must have looked quite comical. I sighed as I realised I was not in fact in my bed at home and all the memories of yesterday came back to me. I waved to Betty and invited her into the room, patting the spot in the bed beside me. I looked over at Betty and noticed she looked a lot better than she had yesterday. She looked clean and her blonde hair was swept up in a neat bun on top of her head. She was also dressed differently and honestly rather strangely. She was wearing a white frilly blouse and a white skirt which reached her mid thigh. To accompany these she had on long white socks. I didn’t really care for the full white ensemble but she did look better.

As if she sensed my confusion Betty took my hand in both of her tiny ones and started to explain the events of the night before to me. “ Miley, last night you passed out and we, me and the other girls, we couldn't wake you up. When the guard came to take our old clothing and show us to the washroom you were none responsive so I undressed you and handed over your old clothes. I hope you don’t mind. I found you new clothes but I didn’t know what you would like to wear. I just went for something comfortable and the girls helped me get you in bed. How are you feeling?” I stared at Betty shocked. I had never heard her speak so much before. However, she did seem much more at ease now than she had yesterday but still not entirely comfortable. For the first time I looked down at my own clothes and realised I was wearing a cropped white vest top and tiny white briefs along with some white socks. I smiled at Betty who had started to look nervous since I hadn’t replied to her.

“Thank you Betty, I can't thank you enough but I really could use a wash. Would you mind showing me where I can do that please ?” I replied. It was supposed to sound calm and confident but instead came out as a low whisper. Betty nodded in response but still looked at me as if she was worried about me. It was nice to feel like anyone in here cared enough to worry about me. Betty led me out of my room, ensuring me it was just us girls that shared this wing and so no one would see my panties and tiny top ensemble. We headed into the common area and then through a door to the left of the door we entered yesterday. It led to a similar passageway to those we saw last night and Betty pointed out four doors along the left wall. They each had a number on from one to four and she explained these were our closets and that she and the other girls had picked numbers one, three and four so that left me with closet number two. The fifth and final door in the hallway led to a very large bathroom with four separate bathtubs and four large shower cubicles with solid white glass walls that could only be seen through from the inside of the shower. I thanked Betty and assured her I would find her later to chat but for now I just needed some time alone. She nodded in understanding and left me to shower in peace.

I stepped into the shower and turned the switches to make the water hot. Unlike at home the water didn’t need time to heat up and glorious hot droplets of water rolled down my back. Whoever these bastards were that had taken us, it was clear they had a lot of money. Power and money. We were so screwed. Just like every shower I have taken in the last few weeks I could feel the water massaging my skin so sensually that it soon had my breathing getting shorter and the throbbing between my legs started. Not this again. Before I can stop myself I reach between my legs and start rubbing my sensitive places and soon images of the Alpha’s son are flitting through my mind. Although it is disgusting to have this reaction towards one of my captors, his image only spurs me on and soon I find my release. Just then Daisy started speaking and it wasn't until now that I realised she was awake again. "It's because he is our mate" She sounded both happy and sad but mostly confused. I could feel that she was right but it made no sense that he would have treated us so coldly yesterday when he is supposed to love and cherish us. could he not feel that we were indeed his mate? I shook my head and concentrated on the water again. After a few minutes I felt myself start to relax and just let myself get lost in the glorious streams of hot water running over my body. Bliss!

Stepping out of the shower relaxed and satisfied I grimace as I remember where I am. There was a rack of towels hanging opposite me and I reached for one and wrapped it around my body. The towel felt soft and expensive but I couldn’t spend the rest of my day wrapped in a towel so I stepped out of the washroom and headed for closet number two. The Luna had said we would have specific outfits for each duty we were to perform but since I hadn’t yet read the information in my binder I wasn’t too sure what to expect when I entered the room.

Looking around the room I wanted to scream. Surely you would think any girl would die for a closet this big to herself but scanning all of the clothes I couldn’t find a single item of clothing that was not white. Suddenly Betty’s strange outfit made so much sense now. With no other options I picked out a white pair of stockings, a white tennis skirt and a white tee. Underwear wise there was only one option. Lace, lace or more lace. All white of course. So I opted for a lace bra without any padding and a white Brazilian brief which looked less offensive than the lace thongs. Finally dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. I honestly wanted to throw up looking at myself. Why didn't I have any jeans? Skirts and dresses were not really my thing but they were the only options I had. I kept my hair down loose and put on some white ballet flats, noting that I looked like a cartoon character in this silly outfit. At least the other girls would be wearing similar clown clothes.

I retraced my steps back down the passageway and into the common room and scanned the doors struggling to remember which was mine. Finally satisfied I had found the right one I plopped myself onto the messy bed. I pulled the binder from on the top of the bedside dresser, flipped it to the first page and started to read like my life depended on it .... technically it did.