Stolen Soul

Chapter 10: Am I Home?

Lexi

My parents, these are my parents, Alpha Landon and Luna Amara. It’s overwhelming, and amazing. I know I surprised him when I reached out to hug him, but it just felt right. The way he held me felt like a memory, his smell, his strong arms, the way he leaned into my hair. I even sort of look like him. When my mom entered the room and held me, it was the tightest embrace I have ever been in. Her hair smelled like strawberries and vanilla, when it hit me, my body stilled. Even through the sobs I felt like everything was going to be okay.

Then I felt guilty, I instantly felt at home, at peace, and loved in ways I had never felt before. The man and woman that raised me gave me everything I could ever want. They love me beyond measure, but still I felt more at home and loved in my biological parents’ arms. I don’t even know them, should it feel this way.

As we walk up the stairs and head to the fourth floor, I barely notice my surroundings, my mind is too consumed by everything that has happened today. I still think I might be dreaming, until they call me Rose, and tell me I am staying with them. I am not Rose. Yesterday I was a normal seventeen almost eighteen year old human girl. I was adopted, I did not know my birth parents, I lived in a dorm with my friend Becca. But today, in this moment, I am not any of those things. My name is not Lexi it’s Rose. I wasn’t so much as adopted as I was kidnapped and then, I guess, adopted by two unknowing, at least I hope, pawns in some weird plan to take me from my parents, who did in fact want me. Parents who do not want me to stay in my dorm with my friend, but here in their home like a prisoner who will have a guard with her. What am I a f*****g celebrity? Is that really necessary. No one has bothered me in fifteen years, why start now?

The room they show me to is huge, in the middle is a king-sized bed. The frame hand graved espresso colored wood. It gorgeous, and not at all modern. Everything in this room is lavish and over the top. The wood floors from down stairs seem to continue into this room as well. The rug that surrounds the bed is a thick cream shag, and incredibly soft.

Looking down at my arms, I am covered in mud and my hair has sticks in it. I really hope that bathroom has some decent conditioner because I do not think I have ever had my hair this matted and untamed.

Walking into the bathroom is like walking into a really fancy hotel bathroom. Unlike the bedroom it is completely modern. The floors are large 18 by 18 light gray tiles, the shower is like ten feet by twenty feet, the walls are solid marble on 2 sides, glass on the other 2 sides, one of which contains the door. 2 rain head showers, 3 wall jets, built in ledges for the soaps, and a stand-alone tub complete the shower area. It belongs in a magazine, and I think I might be too filthy to shower in it.

The vanity has 2 sinks, dark blue, and floating, with ample shelf and storage space. The countertop is marble, and the fixtures are gold. Towards the back the closet my mom described is filled with fluffy white towels, and the water closet is on the other side of the room.

Grabbing a towel, I turn the water on. As the room begins to steam, I step under the waterfall stream. The tension releases from my shoulders, as the realization of what I am begins to seep in, and where I am.

I shouldn’t have yelled. What if they hate me? My wolf speaks up, they don’t hate you.

How do you know? I wonder back.

I just do, they clearly love you. They asked you to stay, I think we should stay and ask them to help us find our mate, Ela quips.

No, I need to go back to school, I push back.

The voice in my head falls silent, and I can feel her irritation with me spreading throughout my mind. Nothing about this moment feels normal, everything feels different, and I do not know how to feel. It’s not like I didn’t know I was adopted, but I definitely had no idea I was a werewolf from a werewolf family. s**t, I didn’t even know werewolves were real. I guess I at least have something to write about for my creative writing class. My birth mom must think I am crazy, asking for a computer after the day I have had, but doing something for school feels the most normal of everything I am going through right now.

Drying out my hair and walking back into the room, I see that clean pajamas that have been laid on the bed, by my birth mom. The smell like her, vanilla and strawberries. Slipping on the flannel pajama pants, and tank top I feel the exhaustion hit me like a bus. It’s 2:30 am, and I feel like I have been up for days.

A fall asleep instantly, and find myself in a dream that feels so real. I am back at the stream, in front of me is a tall slender woman. She has blonde hair and eyes that look like my own. I am in a green dress, and its my birthday. As the moon begins to rise higher in the sky, the woman looks at me and smiles. “It is almost time.”

I remove my clothing slowly, aware of the person in the woods watching me. The air hits my skin, and my n*****s harden, when the familiar sharp pain radiates from my stomach through my arms as I transform. I head directly towards the smell of crisp autumn air, musky and laced with sandalwood. As my wolf reaches him, she tackles the midnight black wolf to the ground and begins to nuzzle and lick him, nipping at him playful. When I take off into the forest, running graceful, as my fur shimmers in the light, and wind zips around me. He is following closely behind, and my heart is racing, in excitement and thrill, yearning for him to catch me.

When he catches me, he tackles me, as our body’s tumble together, I shift back immediately and hold tight to his fur. His body a plush landing, protecting me from the dirt and stones below. I shimmy my body from his and pet him. He is almost 2 times the size of my wolf, his eyes contrast his fur, bright and golden. On his left ear, a white crescent moon, similar to my own.

As I push away from the wolf, I nod my head and ask him to shift. When he does, a perfect specimen of a man replaces the behemoth wolf.

At least 6’3, his dirty blond hair, falls messily around his face, in perfect waves. His eyes have shifted to gray orbs, his jawline chiseled like that of a Greek god, and when he smiles two sets of deep dimples appear. His Adonis face sets a top a perfectly sculpted body, bulging muscular arms, perfect 6 pack, deep v. As my eyes shift down his body taking all of him in, he hardens, and the scent of our lust fills the air.

He stands still, and I make the first move. Giggling at his hesitation eyeing his rock-hard d**k, swaying my hips as I slowly move towards him the s****l tension growing with each inching second. When I reach him, I move my hands up his arm slowly, sparks shooting up my finger-tips. He suddenly grabs my hips, pulling my pelvis into him, devouring my mouth with his own. Sparks shooting to my core, as the intensity of the kiss deepens, and I want more, I want all of him. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I push my body up and wrap my legs around his waist, positioning my tight p***y above his c**k, as he pushes into me, pain morphs in pleasure and I moan uncontrollably.

His pace quickens, and I can feel my release getting closer, as he marks me pushing me over the edge, when my teeth pierce his skin. Screaming out, “Hunter” my body trembling from the release, when the bond solidifies and I feel whole.

I wake up startled by knocking at the door, and sit bolt upright in bed like I just got caught having s*x.

“Rose, I mean Lexi, it’s your mom. We are all having breakfast down stairs, you can come down whenever you are ready, and I got ahold of a computer for you, it’s out on the coffee table.”

Shit, why did that dream feel so real, I contemplate as I plop back down into the pillows letting out an audible groan in frustration.