Hannah: The Red Moon

Chapter Four - White T-Shirt

I went into the room opposite the mirror in Hannah’s room. I wanted to be close to her without her knowing because I knew she despised me. I had sent an omega into her room to retrieve her dinner tray and give her a change of clothes. I had turned on the light in the opposite room when Hannah walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was wet and nothing but a towel around her. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself; running her hands through her hair. Then she was looking around for something, couldn’t find what she was looking for, and unwrapped the towel she had. She took the towel and started drying her hair all while standing naked in front of me and she didn’t even know.  

I watched her dry her hair off. Watched her breasts bouncing as she was slightly bent forward drying her hair. Those n*****s I wanted in my hands and mouth again. I wanted to swirl my tongue over each tit making them hard and pinching them to make her moan. Then I wanted to slide my hands up and down her stomach and trail kisses down to her aching p***y. The thought of her wet p***y made my c**k hard and jump in my shorts I had on.  

Hannah finished drying her hair and walked over to the bed where the clothes were folded up neatly. She picked up the underwear and sports bra and put them on. Then she put on the cotton pajamas pants and the plain white t-shirt and sat down on the bed. She stared straight at the mirror/window and whatever she was thinking she just kept on shaking her head. She paced around the room, looked in the mirror/window a few times, turned the lights off and went to bed.  

I would’ve left too, but I kept on thinking about her naked body and how hard my c**k was. I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in and pulled out my hard d**k. I started stroking myself thinking about how much I wanted her mouth on it. I took my thumb and rubbed my slit thinking it was her tongue playing with me. I could feel myself grow harder under my own hand and felt my hips rise. I started jacking myself off slowly and the more I thought about how her p***y tasted the faster I started pumping. My breaths came faster, my strokes harder and more furious, and my c**k tightening. One, two, three hard strokes and I came all over my hands. How I wished my hands were Hannah’s t**s, p***y, stomach, ass or mouth instead. My hands would have to do for now.  

I looked around the room for a towel or paper towels and there were none. I took my shirt off and cleaned myself up as best as I could and threw the shirt in the trash. I have plenty of white t-shirts. As my labored breathing subsided, I watched Hannah sleep. She looked so peaceful as she was laying on her side. Then her body started jerking and I thought she was convulsing again. I ran out of the room, keyed in the access code on the key pad, and closed the door behind me as quiet as I could without waking her.  

Hannah wasn’t convulsing. She was dreaming because she kept on mumbling. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but then she started whimpering. I rushed to the side of the bed and took her hand. She held onto my hand tight and her body stopped twitching and jerking. Her face relaxed and it looked like her body settled back into bed. I turned to leave once I made sure she was okay, but when I tried to take my hand away, she was still holding it tight.  

I looked around for the chair I was sitting on earlier, but it was moved to the other side of the room. I wasn’t going to be standing here all night and I wasn’t about to sit on the floor with my hand up on the bed. I picked Hannah up as gently as I could, moved her over as far as I could on this twin size bed, and laid down next to her. She was still on her side and I was on my side facing her. She moved my hand up under her right cheek and placed it there. With my right hand, I caressed the side of her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. I moved my face closer to her as my right arm draped across her waist and hip. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep as well.  

***** 

I woke up crammed next to someone in the small twin size bed. He had his left arm underneath my neck and his right arm draped across my stomach; I was laying on my back. His right leg was swung over my right leg, his left leg straight down and next to my right leg, and he was breathing down my neck. I closed my eyes and slowly rolled his leg off me, then his arm, and slowly pushed myself away from him so I wouldn’t fall off the bed. Damn bed. For how rich the Three Wolves’ Pack was they couldn’t afford a hospital bed with rails?  

I got off the bed trying not to disturb Evan’s slumber. What time was it anyways? What is morning? Middle of the night? I felt like I didn’t really sleep at all, but I didn’t feel tired nor awake. The room they held me in didn’t have any windows or a clock for that matter. I paced the room again trying to think of a way out.  

“We could try to seduce Evan again,” Bella suggested. 

“No, I’m sure he’d be on to us again. And not literally too,” I answered, “but good thought.”  

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Bella chuckled, “Malcolm wouldn’t mind either.”  

“Malcolm? Who’s Malcolm?”  

“Evan’s wolf’s name is Malcolm.” I nodded when Bella revealed that to me. “Well whatever the case, we need to think of something Hannah. I can’t stand it here in this room anymore. I want to go on a good run. Feel the wind in my fur.”  

“I know. I’m sorry Bella. This is all my fault. I’m just such a b***h aren’t I?” 

“Yeah... yeah you are, but I don’t mind one bit. Not if you can be a b***h and we can find out what the f**k is going on here. Why we were ‘promised’,” Bella said as she spat when she said the word ‘promised.’  

Evan started to stir and I made my way back onto the bed and back beneath him however which way he was draped over me. I sighed and closed my eyes. This was going to be a long night/morning... whatever time of the day it was. 

(A couple of hours later) 

“Rise and shine!” I opened my eyes and Evan was still asleep next to me, but this time we were spooning. I was the big spoon and he was the small spoon. What an awkward position to be in. My arms were wrapped around his waist and he had both my hands in his hands. I looked to see who was so giddy this morning and it was Harry. I tried to let go of Evan’s hands and roll onto my back, but he wouldn’t let go.  

“Awww... look at you love birds!” Harry exclaimed as he walked over.  

“Good morning to you too Harry,” Evan said as I tried to pinch him so he could let go of my hands. Harry raised an eye brow and smirked.  

“Happy this morning aren’t we?” Harry asked Evan as he kind of pointed at Evan’s waist. Evan looked down and immediately dropped my hands and stood up.  

“Ahem... I’ll be... I need to take a shower,” and with that Evan left the room.  

I finally got to roll over onto my back, propped a leg up and swung my arm over my eyes. “What the f**k was that about?”  

“Evan was just really happy to see me that he was standing to attention,” Harry laughed.  

“Oh my god... really...,” I said rolling my eyes behind in my arm.  

“Did you two....? You know...?” Harry asked pulling up a chair next to me.  

“OH. MY. GOD! No, we didn’t have s*x,” I said sitting up and glaring at Harry. “Why are you so chipper this morning anyways? It’s disgusting to be this happy so early.”  

“Come with me,” Harry said. “I think you’ve spent enough time in this cell and you’re not fighting back anymore. I’ll bring you to your room.” Harry led the way out of my ‘cell’ and I followed him into a bright white hallway.  

“What’s with all this bright white?” I asked. “it’s like we’re in some sort of hospital or mental asylum.”  

“We are in the pack hospital basement, which is, by the way, the behavioral health section of the hospital,” Harry said. “So you’re right. It’s the hospital’s mental asylum.” I gulped and shuddered when I thought about it. Harry started laughing and had to stop walking. He threw his head back and kept on laughing.  

“What’s so funny?” I demanded.  

“I was just kidding. We’re in the basement of the pack house. It’s where we keep our prisoners and you’re the only one. You should’ve seen the look on your face when you thought you were in the crazy ward,” Harry said.  

I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms across my chest, “Are you going to show me to my room or am I going to have to wander around by myself. I’m sure Evan wouldn’t like me opening doors I’m not supposed to open.” Harry calmed himself down and recomposed himself.  

“I’m sorry. Right this way,” he said straightening himself out back to being a Beta. We emerged at the end of a hall with an elevator. One way in and one way out. Harry took out a key card and swiped as the elevator came down. We both got on and Harry pushed the button for floor five. The fifth floor again? 

When the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, Harry got out and waited for me to get out. I looked down both ends of the hall. To my right was a dead end and nothing but a table with a vase of flowers and a painting hanging above it. To my left was one set of doors. Harry nudged me over to the doors and walked behind me. He grabbed both door handles and threw open both doors. I gasped at the spectacle before me.  

The floor was black marble with gold rivulets running through it. I walked through the doors and was amazed at the floor to ceiling windows that came to a corner on one side of the room on my left. As I walked in further, I could see to my right an open concept kichen. I went into the kitchen area and saw a stainless-steel refrigerator, stove, microwave and dishwasher. Dropped sink with chrome fixtures. The cabinets were a dusty gray color; not too dark, but not too light. The hardware on the cabinets were little chrome handles that looked like one half of a rectangle. Perfect 90-degree angles. I opened the cabinet closest to the refrigerator and it was actually a pantry. The door was made to look like the front of the cabinet. It wasn’t quite empty like I thought it would be, but it wasn’t stocked either.  

I walked out of the kitchen area into the dining area where there was a round table with four chairs. Nothing fancy about it, but modest. I turned to my left and Harry was standing over by a cart next to the window. He was fixing himself a drink. He turned to look at me and held up his cup. I shook my head.  

“I wasn’t asking you,” Harry said as he pointed behind me. I turned around and Evan was standing there with nothing but a towel around his waist  

“Where did you come from?” I asked startled. Evan pointed behind him and I didn’t even see the hallway past the kitchen. I slowly walked past him and could see the steam coming out of the bathroom. I rushed in there quick and locked the door. When I turned around I was back in the same bathroom that was in Evan’s bedroom. What the f**k? I looked around the bathroom and, yeap, same bathroom. But why didn’t I notice this door before? I could’ve escaped through this door instead of hurling myself out the window. I looked at the black shower again and shuddered. Then I saw the door that led to the bedroom and opened it. I walked into Evan’s bedroom and walked over to the window.  

“You aren’t thinking about jumping again are you?” I turned around to look and Evan was standing in the bathroom doorway with Harry standing behind him. I shook my head. “Good.” Evan walked into the bedroom and into his closet. When he came back out he had on black sweat pants and again, no shirt. He threw a white t-shirt at me and a towel. I couldn’t catch them since were on opposites end of the room. I went over to where the shirt and towel landed and bent down to pick them up.  

As I was reaching for the shirt, a foot stepped down on the shirt. I looked up and Evan was standing in front of me. I looked over at Harry and he nodded and left the room through the bathroom closing the door behind him. Evan took his foot off the shirt and bent down to pick it up himself.  

“Strip,” Evan said handing me his shirt.  

“Wh- what?” I stuttered. 

“You heard me. Now strip,” Evan said.  

“I will not!” I said taking the shirt out of his hand. He grabbed it back and pushed me onto the floor. I landed on my back with Evan on top of me.  

“Then I’ll help you out of these clothes myself,” he said through gritted teeth. I laid there. I didn’t have fight in me right now. Bella didn’t have fight in herself either. She was still trying to heal us and the more I fought with Evan, I realized that I didn’t heal as quick as I used to.  

Evan slipped off the pants first and then slid the shirt over my head. His eyes flicked from black to blue several times. He shook his head and got off of me and handed me the shirt.  

“Go take a shower and come back out here. If you try to escape me again, Harry won’t spare you. My mate or not,” Evan said.  

“He can’t do that. You’re the Alpha,” I said.  

“I won’t spare you,” Evan said looking at me straight in the eyes. “Now, go. Shower. And come straight back into the bedroom.” I nodded and went to take a shower. It was quick because I wanted to know more about not sparing my life if I tried to run away again. I slipped the shirt over my head and walked back into the bedroom. Evan was sitting on the foot of the bed staring at the doors I tried to run out of the night I jumped. He had his head hung low and his shoulders slumped forward.  

I slowly walked towards the bed and noticed the window that I had jumped out of never had the screen put back on. Weird. Why wouldn’t he put the screen back on the window? 

“In front of me Hannah,” Evan said. I turned towards his voice and he was looking straight at me. I gulped and walked over to him and stood in front of him. Evan put both his hands on my arms and looked me over. “How are you feeling?”  

“Um... I’m okay I guess,” I said. He ran his hands up and down my arms. Lifted my hair and inspected my neck and shoulders. Then he ran his hands down my legs and between my thighs. I shuddered as he lightly ran his hand up and down my inner thigh slowly. I felt my n*****s instantly harden as the burning in my stomach began. Evan then ran his hands up under the shirt, avoiding my s*x, and up the sides of my torso. He pulled the shirt up along with his hands and threw it off me.  

I stood there naked in front of Alpha Evan. He didn’t stop caressing me and as he stood up, I followed his eyes which were glued to my t**s. My t**s were pointing up to high heaven and hard. Evan bent down and flicked his tongue over my left n****e. I let out a moan that I didn’t mean to.  

“Are we continuing what I stopped?” I asked as Evan nibbled on it. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.  

Evan stood up and looked at me. He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly turned me around with him. The foot of the bed was now behind me and Evan was standing in front of me.  

“Sit down,” Evan said. I sat down on the bed and Evan took out a little box from underneath. It was a first aid kit to my surprise. Evan lifted up my right leg and put it over his shoulder. He had a clear view of my p***y and his eyes turned black. I saw him swallow and then reverted his eyes back to the first aid box. His eyes turned blue again and this time he averted looking at me in-between my legs. He took some ointment out of the box and gauze.  

“Um...,” I started to say, “what are you doing?”  

“You have a cut here where you landed. It’s not healing as fast as I thought it would,” Evan said. “I’m going to put some gauze on it. This ointment should speed things up a little faster, if needed, and prevent infection.” I nodded and Evan went to work on the cut that I didn’t even notice.  

“Thank you,” I whispered.  

Evan smiled and said, “You’re welcome.” He looked up at me as he finished, dropped my leg back down, and sat down next to me on the bed.  

“I don’t understand you. I haven’t rejected you, but I haven’t decided what I want to do with you,” I said softly. “I caused you all this unnecessary grief and yet, you’re being so nice to me. What gives?”  

Evan turned to look at me and his eyes flashed black and back to blue. “If you keep looking like that I won’t be able to hold myself back.”  

“Looking like what?” 

“Innocent.”