His Broken Dire wolf

Chapter 20

Molly’s POV

After walking into the new apartment, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I didn’t want to look at Benson, I still didn’t know what he was and felt too nervous to ask Drew if my theory was right. Was Bennett a werewolf? I walked around the apartment to see if I could find out who might live here. But found nothing. It was like everything was furnished and placed like a picture from a catalog. No pictures or notes anywhere. I returned to the front room and could feel Benson’s gaze fallow me as I made my way towards the couch. I sat on the couch in the corner and tried to make myself comfortable, but I was too distracted by all my thoughts and anxious of what was exactly going to happen next. Drew returns and interrupts my thoughts, “Alrighty, where do we start? Molly, what questions do you have?” Drew asks. I wasn’t expecting them to let me be the one to start, so I was a bit shocked and just began spewing words out. “Is Benson a werewolf?”. I suddenly feel like an i***t for asking such a thing, since never have I ever believed in the supernatural. Both Benson and Drew glance at each other, like they can understand what the other is thinking without talking. Drew sighs and sounds relieved that we don’t have to dance around the awkward subject. “Yes Luna, he is a werewolf”, Drew finally answered. I need to figure out why he keeps calling me Luna. I push that question for later and ask my next important question. “Why has he been protecting me?” I feel awkward asking because I don’t want to come off being unappreciative for rescuing multiple times. “You are his mate, the moment he met you, he never stopped trying to protect you” Drew responds happily. And now for the question I’m most scared to ask but try to keep my s**t together “And may I ask who he is?”, I ask, as I finally looked at Benson directly. My cute husky that has kept the nightmares at bay, kept me company all the nights I was home alone and the comfort he provided as I recovered from my trauma. Benson sits still as if contemplating on what to do and suddenly, without warning, begins to change. It happened so fast, but the sounds of bones cracking in and out of place all sounded like one big crack because it was so fast. The fur disappeared and fazed to a soft flesh color till finally a tall, muscular man suddenly replaced where Benson was moments ago. And it's not just any man, it’s Wyatt, and he is completely naked. My eyes travelled from his face all the way down to his soft c**k that looked as long and thick and about twice the size as the vibrator Jill had gifted me this evening. What was that? Are all d***s this big? “Mm looks yummy” Says a soft woman’s voice out of nowhere. Where did that voice just come from? I swear I heard it earlier this evening too. “hmhmhm” Whyatt clears his throat and I realize I’ve still been staring at his d**k this whole time and can feel my face becoming beat red. Wyatt covered himself with a blanket and surprised me again with what he has to say. “It’s a bit chilly in here, so things look a bit different down there right now”, Wyatt comments. I’m not sure how to respond but I hear Drew begin the laugh and immediately quiets down as Wyatt growls at him. Did I just make him feel insecure about the size of his d**k? I begin to try and process the last few minutes and feel the tears ready to fall. What is happening to me right now? In moments like this I usually cuddle Benson to calm my nerves. Instinctively, I walked towards Wyatt and wrapped my arms around his waist like I would wrap my arms around Benson's neck. I cry and I can’t seem to stop. The tingles that calm my nerves begin to spread throughout my body like they would when I’m with Benson. Wyatt has been Benson this whole time? And he has taken the form of a dog just so he could protect me? He spent over two years waiting for me, helping me get through the toughest parts of my life. Wyatt's arms wrap around me and it’s the most amazing feeling. The tingles are actually even stronger than Benson’s. I hear the front door open and notice Drew has now left us alone. Wyatt continues to hold me while I cry and finally whispers to me. “Let’s get you to bed little mate”. He easily scoops me up and holds me tight against his hard chest. I don’t want him to see my tear-streaked face and keep it covered. He doesn’t protest. He lays me down on the bed and turns away towards another door, which I assume is the bathroom. Moments later, he comes out with a pair of gray sweats and a white t-shirt. Even dressed super casual like this, he truly looks like a model. He comes back over to the bed and begins tucking me in. Wyatt then leans down and kisses the top of my head and whispers “Goodnight little mate”. The kiss sends an electric shock throughout my body. It’s not a painful shock, it felt like how your skin would feel as it makes contact with a ray of light. Like a shock of warmth after stepping out from the cold shadows and into the exposed rays of the sun. As he walks away, I begin to panic. I can’t have him leave me, “Wait, I…I don’t…I can’t sleep without you”. That sounded dirty, I try to rephrase it again, “…I mean…I can’t sleep without Benson.” Wyatt turned back and smiled. I feel relief that he is coming back towards me. “Would you protest if I stayed like this instead of changing back to Benson?” Wyatt asks me. I look away because I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, “as long as there is no funny business, I think that will work”, I whisper. His touch surprises me as he lifts my chin to look at him, “Molly, I will do anything for you, and I will never ask or force you to do something you do not want”. Wyatt says. I can’t help but smile and lean in towards his chest. I just met the man a second time tonight, but I feel that I can trust everything that he says to me. Wyatt moves around a bit to get us back under the sheets and comfortable. His body curves out to give me space, but I lean in closer. With his arm under my pillow to prop me up a bit more just how I like it and his other arm lying across my back. I instantly let sleep take me, and the last thing I hear is that woman's voice I've heard multiple times throughout the night “finally”, she says.