Awkward Moments With Stepbrother
1060 Words
Kaira
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The rushing warm water from the shower allowed me to relax and forget all my troubles outside the bathroom.
Most of my wounds were scabbed, so the shampoo didn’t sting so much, but the bruises still hurt when I moved or washed the bruised parts of my body.
I would’ve loved to stay in the trickling warm water forever, but alas, all good things come to an end.
I wrapped myself in a towel and observed my bruised form in the mirror while wondering how long it'd take to heal.
Though I was purposely delaying to get ready. Getting ready quickly means stepping outside, and there was a scary Alpha King waiting for me.
If only I could stay here forever, I wish.
I shook my head helplessly. What’s the point of avoiding the inevitable? I must at least face him now.
Because if I linger here, longer than necessary, what is the possibility that he won’t barge in here? After all, one flimsy lock can’t stop such a large man from getting where he wants.
Still I couldn’t help but wonder why he helped me leave Ashmount. Could I really trust and believe his words?
I know about Alphas a lot, strong and prideful, always chasing power and trying to prove dominance, so what could he possibly want from me?
Genuinely though, Eryx seemed different from the rest… just a little bit confusing.
I froze when I noticed my appearance, I had nothing to wear.
I would’ve put the one I was wearing previously, but they had dried blood and wine stains. It's definitely not something I should put back on.
Now what?
I didn’t pack any clothes, and could not go out there with only a towel on. I let out a sigh, feeling frustration bubbling. Not until my eyes caught sight of a bathrobe hanging on the hook next to the shower, Oh, thank goodness, I whispered out. At least it was better coverage than a towel.
After a few deep breaths, I held the door knob and left the door ajar, just enough to peek into the hotel room.
Part of me hoped Eryx was sleeping, or that he had left the room, but I found him seated on the bed, fidgeting with his phone.
After a few exhausting seconds, Eryx lifted his gaze from his screen and eyed me, “How long do you plan on standing there?”
I cleared my throat nervously. “I—I, well, I can’t come out like this.”
“What do you need?”
“Clothes.”
He waved a hand at me. “That will be sorted out. First, let me check your injuries.”
What!
He c****d an eyebrow at me when he saw I wasn’t moving, half-hidden in the bathroom.
“Come here. I won’t eat you.” … Yet.
Yet, I heard the word even though it was faint.
I gingerly moved and saw Eryx patting the bed, indicating for me to sit.
I sat on the edge, as far as possible from Eryx, and clutched the edges of the bathrobe, holding it tightly closed.
He moved closer, patting his lap, palm up. “Your legs, need them here if you don’t mind.”
I do mind, but I couldn't say it out loud.
Slowly I raised my legs, and he helped place them on his lap gently before inspecting it.
Eryx slowly ran his fingers from my foot to my calf.
“Talk about keeping distance.” God, this was so embarrassing that I sat stiffly, observing him as he attended to my wounds.
“Now, let me check the rest.”
I jolted at Eryx’s words. What ‘rest’ was he talking about?
He extended a hand towards me, and I shrunk, making him halt his movements.
“Is there a problem?” Eryx asked, confusion etched on his face.
I swallowed, before looking away. “Can I at least get underwear?”
He paused for a moment, before clearing his throat. And adjusted his position. “Why?”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to this. What does he mean by, why? Why do I need underwear? I was in a bathrobe, and my legs were basically on his lap, which means any movement here might result in exposing important parts. I wanted to scream the words at his face.
“Are you uncomfortable without underwear?” Eryx asked with amusement in his voice.
I looked at him, half surprised.
King Eryx! I blurted his name out.
“You know there's nothing to be ashamed of right? We’re werewolves, and we don’t actually care about going naked. “I’m not wearing any either. Do you want to see?”
He shifted my legs away, stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans. What the hell?
“No!,” I squeaked. “I don’t need to see anything. I know about werewolves.”
Eryx chuckled.
He lifted his hands in the air, indicating he would stop. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m not wearing underwear for practical reasons.”
Geez, I muttered. This guy was really shameless.
“They tear whenever I shift. So, it’s easier…”
I quickly raised my hands and blocked my ears. Too much information.
“Okay—okay, no more talking about underwear,” he said, finally surrendering.
“Will you at least allow me to check your injuries?” Eryx asked as he went back to sit on the bed next to me. At least your shoulder and your back. If there is any other spot, let me know and I will make sure you are comfortable.
“Only to check, right?” I asked in a small voice.
I saw him reach for a bag on the floor. “I got first aid supplies.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “For me?”
“Yeah.”
“We need to treat your wounds in order to make sure they don’t get infected and heal properly. It’s either this, or I lick you. I don’t mind how you see it on your skin, regardless of which part of the body it covers.”
My cheeks heated up again, and Eryx chuckled once more.
Don’t worry, I know my boundaries… stepsister. “Now tell me, where does it hurt?”
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