Their Switched Wolves

What The Hell?

ALICE POV

We reached the door of the dungeon. Lucas stopped and asked me what we should do.

"I don't know. Let me go out and talk to Lancaster. We need the keys to the chains that are still on his wrists." Leon's arm is falling right in front of my head. Both wrists are injured and the scars will be permanent.

"He needs care and isn't healing as well as he should. His wolf must be weak. If we don't take care of him, he might die." I don't want to accept, let alone consider, that possibility. My heart is shattered at Luca´s words.

I opened the door and said, "I'll be right back." The brilliant light outside caused me to bring my hands to my eyes; I'm dazzled.

"Lancaster, it's him, but he's badly injured, tortured, and bound in silver chains, did you know?" His puzzled expression says more than words can say.

"He needs medical attention, he's not healing," I begged Lancaster, a tear streaming down my cheek.

"Go to the pack house. Mika and I will take care of your father. I will ask one of the warriors to bring the car." He looked away from mine and went to one of the warriors.

"Alice, your father is coming. Get in and don't leave the dungeon. Let me take care of this first," he asked me sadly.

I returned inside the dungeon and informed Lucas of the situation. We stood there for a while, waiting until Anthony came in and told us to get in the car. He also asked us to cover Leon's face so that no one could identify the injured man. So we did.

Mika was in the driver's seat. He looked back and tilted his head slightly, staring at me with a sad smile.

"Let's go to the pack house. My father requested a omega to prepare a room, and yours left medical supplies in there, in that bag," he says, pointing to a large bag next to me. "I have the keys to the handcuffs here," he says, throwing them at Lucas, who catches the keys quickly.

"My dad?" I asked with fear and rage.

"Don't worry, he's being taken care of." The way Mika is behaving is that of someone who isn't exactly concerned about our safety, so I feel some relief. Leon wouldn't make it to Lucas's pack. The trip there would take several hours, and Jaime's werewolves are patrolling the roads.

When we arrive at the pack house, Anthony and Lucas immediately take Leon out of the car. Mika led the way, opening the door and indicating the room where he would be.

Lucas and Anthony laid Leon's unconscious body on the bed. Lucas took the keys out of his pocket and removed the handcuffs, with the help of a handkerchief.

Anthony, being the Gamma that he is, has some medical knowledge and assists us in preparing the IVs. Next, Lucas completely undresses Leon, and instead of concentrating on perfecting his wounds, I focus on every detail which now appears even more perfect in the light.

Mika elbows me so that I wake up from my reverie. He looks at me and tilts his head slightly toward Lucas, but without the latter noticing.

We clean and disinfect the wounds before applying a healing agent. Normally, you wouldn't need it because werewolves heal quickly, but because Leon has come into contact with silver and whatever else, his wolf isn't healing him as quickly as it should.

Mika and Anthony left after we finished caring. I sat down on the couch. My hands are on my head, and my elbows are tucked into my knees.

"Alice, are you okay?" Lucas asks, sitting down next to me. My head leaves my hands, and I gaze at him. He is worried about me, and I am grateful for that.

"My father is a monster! Thea is in deep agony, crying for her mate, who I now feel is mine. I am afraid of what will happen to my father, and we still have the end of the world resistance in our hands. So yeah, everything is perfect!" I try to lighten up by playing with bad luck. I'm tired of crying, of yelling, and of standing up for myself.

"Yeah, I know what it's like to feel that thing for a mate that isn't ours." Lucas laughs with some sadness. Now I know how he feels around Kayla. I sign.

Leon has been unconscious for several hours and i can´t stop looking at him.

His hands are enormous and strong. Even his feet seemed to have a charm emanating from them. I've seen many naked men; nudity is normal in a werewolf's life, but I've never seen one as flawless as Leon.

I can't stop myself from admiring his beautiful facial symmetry; it's so perfect.

He has his light brown hair disheveled and a few days' beard that only adds more charm, making him seem wilder. So hot!

I drool over his flawless jawline and body, whose muscles appear to have been meticulously designed.

Lucas is sleeping on the couch. It's late at night. I woke him up and asked him to go rest in his room. These days have been exhausting for everyone, and the worst is yet to come. He nodded at me and went to his bedroom.

I picked up the chair and moved it next to Leon's bed, sitting on it. I can´t avoid the need to touch him, and I trace the contour of his biceps with the tips of my fingers. I can feel how hard and strong his arms are.

I felt the guilt consuming me as I ogled and touched him, so I withdrew my hand, signing hard.

He has his eyes closed, but his lips turn into a smile. His hand moves, searching for mine. He grabs my hand and squeezed it. I feel an energetic current running through my whole body. I know I should have taken my hand away from his, but I was unable to.

He must have dozed off again because his grip on my hand was slipping. His distressed expression had vanished. He looks calmer and more handsome now, as if he's smiling even in his sleep.

He was stroking my hair when I awoke. "Leon," I murmured, drawn to the beautiful blue eyes staring back at me.

"shhhhhhhhhh," he pleas me not to talk, and my words don't come out because his touch and voice interrupt the synapses in my neurons. He gets out of bed naked and walks towards me, helping me get out of the chair.

I can't think.

My body trembles at his touch, and desire, lust, and a slew of new emotions that I can't put my finger on taking over my mind. He takes my hand in his and presses it against his strong muscular chest. Our breasts are now glued together, close and fitting as if they were meant to be. His scent of mint, lavender, and vanilla overwhelms my senses.

I deeply inhale his scent, which gives me a rush of ecstatic pleasure.

He lifts my chin with his fingers, his gaze meeting mine. And when our gazes lock, there is a depth and intimacy that words cannot describe.

The world has ceased to exist. Everything else is no longer a source of concern or difficulty. He tilts his head to one side and lowers it toward my face.

Our noses lightly touch, and without being able to control my mind or body, I swallow hard, and our lips lightly touch in a sudden and unconscious act. My soul, body, and mind are being overwhelmed by an onslaught of emotions.

The gentle, tender kiss began slowly, allowing me to enjoy the magic of his touch. A kiss that conveyed more than a book of adjectives. But, because it was slow and delicious, we quickly became hungry for more. Wanting more of our lips, we engage in a nearly devouring kiss.

His arousal presses against me. My thoughts are clouded as if I've been possessed by a horny person. My hands ran along his chest, sensing the firmness of his muscles and savoring the sparks that his skin caused in mine.

Our bodies are intoxicated and lost in each other. Our tongues compete for dominance, enveloping us in a state of intense pleasure.

His hand moves from my waist to one of my breasts, pressing it with his palm. His thumb runs over my n****e, which reacts instinctively, stiffening even more, in a mad rush of lust.

I can sense Leon's smile, even during the kiss. His thumb continues up and down, stimulating my n****e. My whole body contorts in delight, and I let out a small moan of pleasure. "Ahhhhhh".

"I love how your body responds so well to mine. I love you so much. I want you, Kayla!" he says seductively in his husky, aroused voice in my ear after interrupting a kiss.

Even before I react or say anything, the door opens and immediately I hear a familiar voice shouting at us.

"What the hell?"