The Return of the Prodigal Alpha

02. Naked intruder

DAVINA

“Holy s**t of a slapper!” I cursed out loud, not at all acting like a lady with my ghetto tongue. My feet made a step backwards and I slammed the door right into his nose. I panicked and locking myself in the shower room seemed like a good idea. I quickly wrapped the wet towel around myself and waited for the naked intruder to leave. Just why was he naked? He must have sensed that someone was inside the shower room. That was very rude to throw a d.ick at someone without warning. Hmmm, his d.ick was quite extraordinary… Stop it, Davina! Focus!

“Hey blondie, are you in there or did you pass out?” He knocked on the door softly and he sounded entertained. This was my first interaction with a werewolf and the species just proved themselves to be exhibitionistic jerks. I remained silent, just wishing for him to leave me be.

The truth was I was quite insecure about my own body. I had only one boyfriend with whom I got intimate and that was Elliot. He never made any negative comments about me having an ugly body, but he did not appraise me either. Once I mentioned considering a diet to lose some extra kilos. His reaction was he would have supported such an initiative. A clear message that he had thought I was a fatty. But I wasn’t. I was no supermodel like Brenda Allister, but I had a nice round butt and solid breasts. Still, I did not possess that much of self-love when it came to my physical appearance.

“I may kick this door open if I don’t hear your melodic voice any time soon. Just in case you need a proper rescue. A heart massage or mouth-to-mouth breathing…”

“Alright!”

“Alright for the mouth-to-mouth breathing?” Yeah, just as I assumed. A jerk. But why was he flirting with me? Didn’t he see a naked woman before? Oh, I bet he had seen plenty. The thought of it made me surprisingly upset. Blood boiling with envious rage. Seriously, Davina?! Get your s.hit together.

“No. I am alright, and I don’t need your help. Could you please leave now?” I sighed heavily. I didn’t want to face him again. I was very embarrassed.

“Well, I need a shower. So why don’t we switch places? Or you can stay there with me. I wouldn’t mind your company.” He said playfully and my cheeks flushed red. I could already picture myself, spreading the foam of the mint shampoo all around that firm chest. Some horny thoughts occupied my brain, making me feel warm in my lower belly. The last time I felt this way was with Elliot and he had to work on me a lot to turn me on. This guy did not have to make too much of an effort. The image of his c***k carved itself into my memory and would surely give me some wet dreams later tonight.

“My clothes are in the dressing room.” I shook off the naughty ideas in my head. I came here because of the internship, for Goddess’s sake! I didn’t have time to mess around.

He murmured something under his breath, but I couldn’t hear it properly. I placed my ear on the wooden surface of the door, focusing on the external noises. He seemed to get the hint and left. Perhaps it was safe to open the door again?

“Your heart is beating like a drum. Is that because of me, beautiful?” He said in a husky voice, his face obviously mirroring mine and glued to the opposite side of the door. I swiftly jumped a step away, unsure what to do next. He must have realized that he made me uncomfortable, and he obviously enjoyed it. I started to be properly annoyed.

“Some creep is harassing me in the shower, so what do you expect?!” I grunted in hopelessness. Theresa would be here soon, and I was about to disappoint her on the very first day. Holy Goddess! What if she thought I was some horny freak hitting on werewolf warriors?!

“I’m sorry, blondie. I brought your clothes. Please open the door. I promise not to stress you further.” The jerk’s tone of voice shifted to worry. I heard that werewolves were quite moody. One minute, they could be all chill and cool and all of a sudden, they would get angry for no reason. The mood swings were caused by the animal spirit which they carried in their minds all the time.

I swallowed hard before unlocking the door. It creaked open just enough to create a tiny gap for my hand to strike outside, grabbing the clothes he was holding in his hands. I slammed the door shut again, pressing my back against the wall. It was just a brief moment when our hands touched, but it was enough. I couldn’t describe it precisely. It was as if my body recognized him in a certain way. As if we knew each other for ages, despite meeting for the very first time.

I didn’t want to waste any more minutes, so I quickly dressed up. One last deep breath in and out and my hand landed on the doorknob again. The man was still standing there, measuring me from up to down, his facial expression all serious. And he was fully naked, of course. Werewolves were obviously not shy at all. The blood gathered in my cheeks again, turning them red.

“Can’t you get dressed?” I bit my bottom lip, unable to hide how impressed I was with his body. The guy was blessed in all physical aspects. His chest vibrated slightly, and I flinched. Was it another mood swing? But I haven’t done anything to upset him.

“Well, I just finished my training and don’t see a point in wearing clothes which are soaked with sweat. And my towel was already hung over there.” He pointed his finger at the towel behind me. The one which I had used for my own drying.

Oh, he would have to use a wet towel now. That was the worst. I hated when mom forgot which towel was hers and used mine instead. The unpleasant realization when you try to wrap yourself in something fluffy and warm, because your skin is no longer covered by hot steam of running water, and instead you get a wet piece of cloth.

“Sorry. I didn’t know.” I pierced the floor.

He stepped forward, my heart hammering in my chest as I had the impression he was about to touch me. And as weird as it sounded in my head, I wouldn’t really mind if he had done so. Just what was wrong with me? PMS effects maybe?

But he only walked by, his hand reaching for the wet towel which he wrapped around his hips.

“You should get a clean one,” I remarked.

“No need. I like how it smells now.” Oh, creepy. This guy had some weird fetish.

“Who are you?” He asked when the silence became unbearable.

“I’m here for an internship with Mrs Theresa James.” Was my answer.

“So, you are auntie T’s student. I guess we will be seeing each other often.” He chuckled and I just didn’t understand. He called Theresa his aunt, but she was a witch. They couldn’t have been relatives, or? It was not my intention to investigate his connections with my tutor though.

“Or maybe not. Bye.” I blabbed the words out and rushed out from the shower room area. He was still saying something, but I did not listen. The whole naked experience with a dangerous werewolf made me terrified. Thrilled. Curious. Ashamed. Aroused. So many confusing thoughts. My only hope was that I wasn’t meeting him that soon, although a part of me could not deny all that desire. I hoped there weren't that many hot werewolves in this pack.

Damn. In all that heated rush, I forgot to ask him about his name.