The kidn*pped Soul of Luna

Chapter 4 - Awakenings

Kylara opened her eyes to find herself in a luxurious hotel bedroom. It looked like Malcolm had rented a room at the Ritz, as she had requested, probably the penthouse. She could hear the sounds of shuffling from the attached suite. He probably is waiting for her to wake up and call for him.

She was naked in the bed. She rolled her eyes. Typical of Malcolm to want to sneak a first peak at her new self. She got up very quietly, wanting this moment just for herself. She tiptoed to the bathroom and opened the door, clicking on the light with a careless finger. She held her breath a little, excited and nervous to see it for herself. She stepped into the large marble room and went to the full-length mirror, putting herself square in front of it while looking down at her toes. Slowly, moving her eyes to see her feet in the mirror, she slid her gaze slowly up her body in the reflection reveling over each detail of her new sumptuous self. It had worked!

The image reflected in the mirror was a young girl, toned tanned legs, tight booty, perky breasts, bright emerald green eyes, and delicate, expensively cut, ultra short black hair. The dramatic hair style framed her face perfectly. Her little pointed nose and pouty, naturally red lips finished off the picture. She was just too... darling. Kylara laughed out loud with glee and clapped her hands, finally screaming out loud, “it worked!”

She could hear footsteps coming in to the room from the suite beyond the bedroom. There he was, Beta Malcolm, her champion, her savior, her chosen mate and lover.

“How do you like the new me, darling?“ Said Kylara. Spinning to give him a full view of her naked body, her hands ruffling her delightfully short hair.

“You are a beauty on the inside and out, my darling, as always!” He said, scooping her up in his arms. “Now, back to bed with you. I have been waiting for hours to ruin this new body of yours.”

“I’m almost surprised that you waited,” she said smirking. “But I’m glad that you did. From what Xavier said, she’s probably a virgin,” she laughed mockingly. “They say you can only lose your virginity once. I am gleeful at being able to lose it to you… again!”

“I will admit to taking a little taste or two...” he said licking his lips and looking her up and down lustily, “but I saved ‘the big show’ for you.”

The two of them fell into the king size bed laughing and exploring each other’s bodies roughly and thoroughly.

Before she allowed him to take her, she put a hand on his chest for a moment of pause, “Tell me, darling, how much?”

“From the accounts I’ve seen, you are now worth about six hundred million,” he told her.

“Oh Goddess! I think that is just about the sexiest thing you have ever said to me,” she breathed. She grabbed his face with both of her hands, kissing him soundly.

And with that, he plunged into her mercilessly, both of them carelessly using Kylara’s new body for their own pleasures.

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The whispered voices penetrated the fog in Carmel’s brain.

“How much longer until she wakes up?” Carmel recognized this as the Alpha-man’s impatient voice.

“She should be coming around soon,” said the doctor. “What are you going to tell her?”

“I think we have to tell her everything. We can’t have her flipping out every five minutes. And she seems too wary to give us any useful information while she is left in the dark,” the Alpha-man said gruffly.

“Agreed,” said the doctor. “I do not want to have to sedate her again. She needs to eat and move about.”

“How risky is it to let her loose? We have to put the packs safety first,” asked a woman’s voice… Carmel thought it might be the woman from the prison.

“Not too risky. I think the spell is permanent, unless we can find a witch to perform a counter-spell. I have only heard about this spell in theory though, so I don't know a lot about it,” the doctor replied as if this was a normal, everyday thing to say.

Carmel couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed some answers. She forced her eyes to open, blinking away her fogginess.

“Ah, and there she is,” said the doctor, walking over to her side. He pressed a button and the bed folded to put her in a sitting position. “Hello again, my dear” he said. “How are you feeling?”

“Are you kidding me?” Carmel asked. How dare he ask that after he had drugged her. She glared at him until he looked away.

The Alpha-man walked over to her and put a hand on her arm. He started to say, “He means you no harm…” but Carmel felt as if his hand was electrified, sending a current through her body, straight to her womanly core. She exhaled hard, staring at his hand, feeling overcome with a strange lust for the stranger. He removed it quickly, as if he knew what she had just felt. She shook her head. She must have imagined it… though she still felt oddly attracted to the man who was her jailor. It must be some messed up psychological reaction, she told herself.

Alexander sighed, dragging his fingers through his long dark locks before pulling a chair up  her bedside. Having a seat, he c****d his head to one side and said, “let’s start over.”

Carmel was keeping her emotions in check. “Yes, she said tightly. “Let’s do that! In fact, let us start with letting me out of these cuffs,” she negotiated.

He looked at her for a moment and then turned to the nurse and nodded at her. The woman went from one leather brace to the next, unbuckling them, allowing Carmel a small amount of freedom. She rubbed her wrists from where her skin was chaffed from struggling against the bindings.

“So?” he asked.

“So, now I would like to use the ladies room,” she commanded primly, folding her hands in her lap.

He nodded at the nurse again, who came to help Carmel up from the bed, leading her to a door that was hidden by a curtain.

The nurse started to take her into the bathroom, but Carmel held up a hand and said, “I think I can manage this part by myself.”

The nurse looked at her Alpha, who once again gave a curt nod. The fact that this man had to approve every move was annoying, but Carmel gratefully turned and walked regally into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She avoided looking in the mirror, she wasn’t ready to go down that road again, taking care of her necessities. She looked longingly at the shower. Coming to a decision, she walked purposefully to the door, opening it up just enough to stick her head out to announce forcefully, “I am going to take a quick shower.”

Infuriatingly, the Alpha-man nodded at her again, giving her permission to do so. She slammed the door shut… she hadn’t been asking!

“Atta-girl,” said the voice in her head. Carmel froze for a moment, listening for more, but when nothing came, she opened a closet and was delighted to find everything she needed; towels, French soap, good shampoo and conditioner, a brush, a washcloth, lotions and more. It was stocked like a spa... weird for a hospital, she thought, but she scooped up what she wanted. She hopped into the shower, determined to make it a short one, which was hard because the hot water felt so good pounding down on her. She could see a filthy pool of water at her feet. Ugh… disgusting. She scrubbed herself with the soap and washcloth until her pale skin turned pink. It was weird to wash a body that felt so different from what she was used to. It was... soft, pale, and not toned at all. She washed her hair three times before conditioning it. Once out of the shower, she toweled herself vigorously to dry herself, including her hair. She ignored the blow dryer, just brushing her strangely long hair and throwing it in a wet pony tail with an elastic tie from the closet. She was even able to find fresh hospital gowns in there. She decided to put one on with the ties in the back, and grabbed a second one to wear like a coat over it. She didn't want to be flashing anyone.

Carmel walked out of the bathroom feeling a little more like herself. She purposefully put on her customary smile, head held high, as if she was well-dressed and walking into a board meeting. It was time to take a little control back.

The four people in the room (the Alpha-man, the tall jailor lady, the doctor and the nurse) all stared at her as if they had never seen her before.

“Really, Kylara, a f*cking ponytail?” swore the tall lady. “You look like a 10-year old.”

“Please watch your language with me,” Carmel said sternly. 

“What the f*ck?” the tall lady continued looking at the others.

“Swear words are lazy and vulgar. If that is the only way you can express yourself, then you need to either keep your base thoughts to yourself or expand your vocabulary,” Carmel said, quoting her dear departed mother. She was noticing that her voice was different from what she was used to, but her private school elocution training was coming through crisp and clear. Carmel was fluent in "b*tchy," even if she wouldn't say that word out loud. 

Instead of walking back to the bed, she went to a chair in the corner by the window. She was shocked to see miles and miles of evergreen trees as far as the eye could see, with huge looming snow-capped mountains behind them. The view stilled her mind as the artist in her grasped at the gaping unfamiliar wilderness. Her fingers twitched as she fought the urge to start sketching. 

    “Where am I?” she said in wonderment while staring out the window. She felt a zing on her shoulder as the Alpha-man touched her again, she pulled away from the contact abruptly as it made her feel things that she didn’t want to feel.

Alexander also pulled his hand away as if burned and cleared his throat, “Are you ready to talk now?”

Carmel gave him one of his own curt little nods.

He held back a laugh as he obviously noted her mimicking him. “Please,” he indicated the chair. “have a seat.”