Moon Marked by the Goddess

Thirteen

Since my promotion a few days ago to Head Warrior, I've been mostly relieved of my duties with the northern patrol unit. Per the Alpha's orders, I need to be training more rigorously, so I can take up my full responsibilities. I also will need to be present for all future pack council meetings, we had one last night. Jackson was also included, due to being the future alpha of this pack.

I'd hoped breaking the bond would remove the awkwardness between us, but it seems to have intensified. He isn't hostile, but his eyes follow me everywhere. I didn't get this much attention from him while we were mates. His staring made the hair on the back of my stand up. I've been ignoring the lingering glances, even though they are making uncomfortable.

Vincent has noticed something is bothering me, but I don't feel like I can share this bit of information with him. He's overly protective, and I don't want to cause more issues between the two of them.

The feelings I have for Vincent are growing rapidly, which is frightening. He's been my mate for 5 days, and being apart for him most of the day has been so hard. My favorite part of everyday is falling asleep in his arms. Last night he had to patrol, and I tossed and turned all night. I couldn't sleep without him. My mother says when we complete the mate bond, it will be easier. Our wolves are anxious and it's making things more difficult, even in our human forms.

We haven't done more than kiss since my dad interrupted us. I'm honestly nervous, I'm not as experienced as I assume he is. Though I've never seen him with a girlfriend, the way he kisses me, I know this isn't his first rodeo. I just don't want him to be disappointed, that he ended up mated to me.

I've been free all afternoon, because Senna had somethings to take care of, so training ended early. I called the salon to make an appointment, the only slot they had available was for 4pm. I want to look nice for Vincent, I don't think anyone has ever seen me wearing anything nicer than jeans and a tshirt. I read in a magazine that the first step to seduction is looking sexy. So I'm going to step out of my comfort zone, and blow him away tonight.

I walk into the salon just a few minutes before 4pm. There's a beautiful woman standing at the reception desk. She's wearing a nice red blouse, and black pencil skirt. Her silky blonde hair is cascading down her shoulders in waves, she's got a very warm smile that reaches her eyes. "Hello, I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz. Are you Rylan for the 4 o'clock appointment?"

"Yep, that's me." I offer a weak smile, feeling very out of place.

"Great. There is no reason to be nervous. I'm gonna walk you back to room 3, and then we can get started." She opens a door behind her and leads me down a hallway. When she gets to the room, she pushes the door open and walks in. The walls are painted burnt orange, and there are are a few abstract paintings hanging around the room. In the middle of the room is a large massage table. She points to the table for me sit down, and she pulls a small rolling chair over. "Over the phone you said you wanted to get some waxing done. Do you know exactly what you want waxed?"

"W- well..." I stammer. "I've never done this before. I just want to look nice for my mate tonight." I know I'm blushing my face is on fire.

"Okay, we can do that. We'll make him swallow his tongue when he gets a look at you tonight. I'm gonna recommend we wax everything." I gulp, does she mean everything, everything?

"Arms, underarms, legs, and your bikini area. If you are uncomfortable with any of that we don't have to do it." She looks sympathetic. I nod at her and she takes that as my approval. She turns around and pulls what looks like a rice cooker out of a cabinet, and then pulls out a few bags. She pours purple beads into the machine, and turns it on. "Okay girly, while the wax heats up I'm going to step out of the room for a minute. Go ahead and get undressed, and put the sheet over your body. Be right back." She walks out closing the door behind her.

I quickly undress, folding my clothing and putting it on the counter. I leave my shoes on the floor by the door. After I get on the table and cover myself, I hear a knock, then the door opens and Liz walks back in. "Okay great, you're ready. The wax should be almost ready." She walks over the the wax melter and pulls out a small wooden stick to stir its contents. "So the wax is hot, but it won't be scalding. Pulling it off is painful, a quick stinging. You don't have anything to worry about. Your bikini area is going to the most painful, and we will save that for last, okay?"

"Okay, I think I can do this." I say with a lot more confidence than I feel. Fake it til you make it.

She moves the wax melter onto a rolling table, and brings it close to me. She grabs some tongue depressers, strips of paper, and a pair of gloves from a drawer placing it on the small table as well. She pulls the sheet up to uncover my legs. Then dips a stick into the wax, she places it onto my leg. It's hot, but not uncomfortably so. Then a piece of paper goes over the hot wax. "Take a deep breath, this is gonna sting." Then she yanks it off. I grit my teeth, feeling my soul leave my body. That's more painful than I was expecting. "You okay? It gets easier as I go along, promise."

"I can handle it. Keep going." She quickly waxes the rest of my legs, then moves onto my under arms, it only requires 3 yanks each, which I think was my limit. I almost throw in the towel on the second armpit.

"Your arms don't have much hair on them. I think we can skip that, and move to the bikini region. This hurts a bit more, we will start with the front and move to the back, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds good." She pulls the sheet up exposing the apex between my thighs. She coaches me through breathing as waxes me, when she satisfied she has me roll over on the table and she quickly waxes the backside.

"Alright I'm done. You did great for your first time being waxed. I'm gonna wipe everything down with some ointment, and then I'll have to get dressed while I step out okay?" I nod, then she starts to rub a creamy ointment over my skin. When she finishes she steps out so I can get dressed. The pain is just a very dull ache, thank Goddess for werewolf rapid healing.

Liz knocks and steps back into the room as I'm putting my shoes on.

"Do you want to do anything else, like mani or pedi, maybe your hair?" She asks.

"Can we do something with my hair? I dont think doing my nails will work out well, with how much I'm training. They'd be ruined tomorrow." I say looking down at my hands. My nails are kept clean, and short. They don't look bad, just aren't flashy and painted.

"Do you have anything in mind?"

"Can you make my hair look like yours, I mean the beautiful waves you have, not the color." I chuckle when I see the shock on her face.

"Oh phew. Yes I can do that. I thought you wanted to go from a deep reddish brown to light blonde in one appointment. That wasn't gonna work. Though I can definitely straighten and put some curl in your hair. If you'll follow me to another room, we can wash and condition, then get you set."

I follow her out toward the salon section. An hour and a half later she showing me my hair in the mirror, and I'm absolutely stunned. I don't look like me. The soft waves come down past my shoulders. My hair looks so soft, and shiny. Tears well up in my eyes and I thank her for transforming me. Vincent will love this. I pay her, and give her a tip then head back to the pack house.

Once back in my room I go through my drawer looking for the nicest bra and panties set I have. I pick out a red and black lacy thong set. I've only worn it once for about 5 minutes, because I realized how uncomfortable it was. Who wants to walk around with a wedgie all day? No thank you. Lucky I shouldn't be wearing it very long.

I put it on and then head to the bathroom. I quickly wash my face, brush my teeth. Then I put on a little lip gloss. I grab my fluffy grey bathrobe, hanging on the back of my bathroom door and put it on. Pulling it closed, I tie it. Then shoot Vincent a text to see if he's in his apartment yet. He responds almost immediately telling me he just got back and picked up my favorite pizza.

Before I lose my nerve, I slip on my flip flops and run out the door. I make it to the second floor without being stopped, and knock on his door. He opens the door with a slice of pineapple pizza in his hand. "Hey baby, I m-." He stops in the middle of his sentence turning his head taking in my bathrobe appearance. "Why are you wearing a robe, are you cold? Come on in."

I walk in around him, and he shuts the door. "No I'm fine let's sit down and eat." He leans down to kiss my cheek then walks back the bed to sit and eat his pizza. I turn toward him, I open the robe and let it fall to the floor.