My Widowed Mate

Peep Show

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Trevor's POV

I guarded her house that night, and I never heard a man inside of her house. Never heard her speak to someone on the phone. The house was silent other than a show she put on about a dead woman. The woman's head was cut off by an axe or something. Humans needed weapons to perform a gruesome killing like that. Us wolves just needed one quick swipe with our claws to slice someone's head off.

I heard her groan at one point, at first Duke, and I thought it was out of pleasure. Then I realized it wasn't after no noise followed afterward. Just the sound of her walking through the house. We heard her shower and crawl into bed afterward. We whispered her a soft goodnight from the outside of her house. We needed to know more about her, and we needed to know her name. So we waited all night long.

It was morning when she eventually stepped out of her home. She was wearing tight black leggings and a t shirt. I listened as music began playing in her ears and the sound of her feet hitting the pavement as she jogged away. I inhaled her minty scent again as she got farther away. I'm not sure how long I had, but I'll be quick.

Being careful, I approached her door and checked to see if it was locked. Was shocked to see it wasn't, which just irritated Duke and I. Anyone could've broken in and waited to hurt her. That'll have to change for her safety.

I let myself in and entered what her living room was. Her scent was all over her house. There was another scent of a human male, but it was very faint. As if he hasn't been home in a while.

Her living room was slightly messy. She had a simple tan couch in the middle of the room. The carpet was red, and the walls were painted white. An entertainment center with a TV sat against the wall. The floor had clothes laying around and some mail laying on the floor.

I scooped up the mail to check for names. The first letter I looked at read

TRIXIE LAMBERT

He smiled to himself, finally learning her name. Trixie was a great name for her. I couldn't help but notice it was an overdue electric bill. She owed several hundred dollars and was about to be shut off soon. I pocketed the letter and read the name on the next piece of mail.

BRAD LAMBERT

This must be the human male who claimed her. I looked at it, and it was a coupon for an oil change. I placed the mail back where it was and looked around. I followed where her scent was strong at her bedroom. The room was just as messy in the living room. Except one spot of the bed was nicely made, and the other side obviously slept it. It didn't make sense to me. If I'm sleeping alone at night, I sprawl out on the whole bed.

Duke got the idea that maybe the male was away on business, and she just kept his side untouched. I sighed at his thinking. I noticed a photo on the dresser. As I picked it up, I saw her smiling, her smile was beautiful, and she looked great in white. I looked the man next to her and stared at him. There was something familiar about him, yet I couldn't put my finger on it.

As I looked at the photo, I heard the front door open, and her scent filled the home. Duke began cursing in my head for not being fast enough. I accidentally dropped the picture in my hand and heard the glass break. I heard Trixie stop moving. She called out, "Hello?" Her voice shaking in fear that someone was here. And someone definitely was here. I quickly hid under the bed as I heard her slowly moving this way. I controlled my breathing so she wouldn't hear it.

I watched as her feet entered the room slowly. She stopped a few feet away from the dresser. She gasped and quickly walked to pick up the photo. Pieces of glass fell to the ground. She was silent for a moment, I heard a small sob escape her lip. My heart sunk wanting to comfort her, but I'd definitely scare the f**k out her.

I listened to her talking to herself. Trying to calm herself down.

"Its ok, it's just the glass on the frame. The picture is still ok." Trixie said followed by some deep slow breaths. I heard the picture be placed back down as she sniffles a bit. I knew I was stuck here till she left again though. I watched her legs while she walked around the room.

She began stripping her clothes off, as they hit the floor her scent blew towards me. She began walking to the bathroom where I could see her a bit more. She was naked. I felt myself harden again watching her. Her round bottom towards me, her waist was tight. She then bent over the tub in front me to turn the water on revealing between her legs was shaven.

Duke was panting inside my head and I would've been to if I wasn't trying to be quiet. She turned back around her bare breast now facing towards this way. They were perky, and her pink n*****s were hardened from the cool room. If this bed was off the ground a bit more , I would've flipped myself over already to jerk myself off to her. She was perfect in every way, I wanted to touch her. I was more than jealous of the man who already claimed her.

Duke was going crazy, wanted to take her and claim her. Mate with her right in this room. I imagined her head tipping back as she moaned revealing her neck to me. I needed to get the hell out of here before I lose it. She climbed in the shower and shut the curtain. I took my chance and got out from under the bed and bolted out the door. The image of her naked running through my head.