Blood Moon Sworn; Book 2

Two muddled hearts.

Ivy POV

I undressed quickly, turning the water on, welcoming the heat the shower offered me, I close my eyes willing myself to relax.

Because right now thinking about the night I'd spent in Brocs embrace, the way I'd whimpered and clung to him like a child after Conrad's betrayal, I was mortified.

I wasn't sure I'd ever stop blushing, when I finally stirred awake, Broc had watched me carefully a smug smile on his lips and a amused warmth in his eyes, that had made me feel hot all over.

I'd looked away as he suggested a shower might help me wake, I readily agreed, hiding my face as I escaped his gaze into the bathroom.

I washed my hair with the products provided and soaped myself twice, with nothing more to do, I reluctantly shut the water off, emerging from the shower to discover my mistake.

"Where are the towels?.." I hissed.

I looked through the cupboards and draws, under the sink, on the rails, on top of the shelf, no towel or cloth was found.

I frowned maybe I could put my clothes back on wet, though the idea didn't sit well.

I open the door a few inches, looking fro Broc, I couldn't see him, I swallowed my shoulders slumping.

"you can do this.." I whispered, standing in nothing behind the door, the cool air hardening my n*****s against the door, I bit my bottom lip, my cheeks reddening further.

"Broc.." I croaked, my voice hesitant, I waited no reply, I tried again. "Broc?.." My voice was louder, grating on my ears, I inwardly cringed.

Waiting nothing, I tried once more, almost yelling.

"Goddamn it!" I hissed "BROC!!!" My voice cracked as I yelled, I flinched at the uneven tone.

"I heard you the first time woman! I was showering myself! I'm coming! I promise!" Came the reply down the hall, I thought I might die right there, my head was ready to explode with embarrassment.

I'd been so absorbed by my inner meltdown, I hadn't listened as Broc stomped down the hall, into the bedroom until I was flung backwards by the door being shoved open.

I blinked, staring up at the now shocked Broc, his eyeballs the size of saucers, he oogled my naked form laying on the tiles, I stared right back at the black tattoo over his heart I hadn't noticed the night before.

A simple Black wolf looking down at his feet.

"I..I..I...will um get you a towel." He said aloud, tearing his eyes away, I listened as his mumbled aloud in the bedroom. "f**k me, Fuck...She's perfect, Not a single scar...so hot she's so goddamn beautiful, goddamn it Broc." He mumbled causing me to suddenly feel less self conscious and more flattered.

I got to my feel, grabbing my dirty shirt I used it to cover most of myself, this time Broc knocked, holding the towel through the gap of the door.

"Sorry Ivy, I forgot to re-fill the cupboard, It wasn't intentional." He said, his voice calmer now, though I believe his face would be as flushed as mine was by now too.

"No worries, these things happen.." I replied awkwardly, I heard a heavy exhale then footsteps retreating from the room.

I dried myself thoroughly, before gathering my dirty clothes and wrapping myself in a towel, I walk out of the bedroom, down the hall and slipped into my own room, shutting the door, I breathed my own heavy breath out.

I was suppose to be training, the Alpha Queen and yet I was still ended up in the arms of another seeking comfort, why did Conrad have to keep hurting me? Why couldn't I just of been Garrett's mate, he'd never hurt me purposely they way Conrad seemed to continue to do.

I close my eyes thinking back to that first day of school, Garrett's rescue, my knight.

Then to the ball, to Conrad my silver eyed prince, who spun me around the floor.

Then Jace an opportunity I was too loyal to Florain to take.

Then to now, a 1000 year old werewolf, one of the first, who'd comforted me through my pain and betrayal, who's gentle reassurances had left me feeling warm and nervous.

I shook my head, I found some clothes, chucking them on, I headed out, Broc raised his eyebrows as I passed, though I tried to suppress it, my cheeks flushed a deep red.

"I'm going for a run, my wolf needs to get out." I offer, he nods returning his attention to his coffee in hand.

I can't help but watch him a second longer, his toned forearm flexing as he raised the cup to his lips, I bit my lower lip. He was so hot, and so young looking, barely passing for 35.

I headed out in the cold air, welcoming the temperature drop, to realign my failing focus.

Broc POV

I was feeling off balance.

For the first time in 1000 years, I didn't know how to act, every thing she did threw me off.

I'd barged into the bathroom without a thought, I never felt such pulsing attraction, it hit me like a freight train.

She'd looked up at me with the same eyes the goddess possessed, her waist length hair splayed around her, naked her skin was golden but smooth like polished marble.

I turned back around, looking for a towel, after handing it through the gap, I quickly retreated to re-group.

Making a coffee as a distraction that's where I'd stayed, when she'd stopped, explaining where she was going, my mouth had been dry, I still failed to string any words together.

Now standing in the kitchen my heart beating wildly, I drained my coffee, not knowing what to do next with myself.

That's where I'd stand for the rest of the afternoon, pacing the space, wondering if she was a gift or tease of the perfect mate I would never deserve.