Chapter 13
Vanessa pov
I was trying to dodge the water from the shower. I was not sure of this. He eventually got
tired of me fighting against him because, all of a sudden, he turned the water off and got out of the shower. He then draped a towel across my breast and stomach, and then we left
the bathroom and bedroom. Then the next thing I knew, we were outside. He was taking me to this building that looked like a house, but steam was coming out of the chimney. There was no use fighting him.
He was taking me somewhere. I just lay there and let him carry me to this place. When we went inside, it was a bathhouse. I have heard of these things but have never seen them. I was surprised at how beautiful it was. There were statues of werewolves and pictures. I did not get to go to school like other werewolves, but I remember reading a book about the Shadow Pack. It was believed that they were extinct. That humans had killed them off.
But that was not true.
They were just an ancient pack. They only let themselves be known when it was mating season, and then they would hide in the shadows and kidnap their mates from their packs. It wasn’t until before I was born that they let people know that they were still alive. It was because the original Gilder clan had cursed them. Tyler Gilder was the king of witches. He is the one who cursed me and my sisters. He was the one who was known for cursing people. He was also known for treating his people horribly.
He was still naked, and so was I. I only had a towel draped across my stomach. He then stepped into the nearest bath. I could feel the heat from the water without even touching it. Between the heat and the sparks all over my body from where he was touching me. I was becoming hot, and my senses were going a billion miles per hour. He walked down the steps and walked into the middle of the bath. I was intentionally trying to keep my body out of the water. I knew I looked ridiculous. I was halfway up to his chin. I could feel the water on my butt.
After reassuring me that everything was OK, he backed up to a ledge built into the bathtub wall. He then sat down. I tried to fight him as he slowly lowered me into the water. But it was useless; his grip was tight, and I was not going anywhere. I quit fighting him and tightened my grip around his neck. The hot water on my back burned at first, then when I got used to it, it felt wonderful. Even though the bandages were getting wet, the water started to feel good. I began to relax.
I could feel him tugging at the tape holding the bandages on. He was right, the water was loosening the tape. The sticky stuff that held them to my skin was being washed away. After a few minutes, I could feel my eyes growing heavy. This bath relaxed me so much that I fell asleep. I felt safe, and I knew he would not hurt me. It was not long before I fell
asleep. We were still in the water when I woke up next, and he poured water over my head. At first, I started to panic. I began to thrash around.
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“It’s OK, baby.”
Stop doing that before you fall off my lap and go under.”
I immediately stopped. I did not want to go under the water. Even though I knew he would not let me be under long. But I was not taking the chance of drowning. After I settled down and relaxed again, he loosened his grip.
”
Now that is better.”
I nodded my head in agreement. It was better not to fight against him. He was an alpha, and he did not use his alpha tone to get me to stop. Alphas have the power with just their words to get you to do whatever they want. I knew it because my father had used it several times on me.
“Look, little one, I’m going to sit you down, go to the corner, and get some soap.”
He saw the horror in my eyes.
I’m going to wash you.”
Trust me, I will not do anything to you that you don’t want to and only with your
permission.”
I then looked at him strangely. Why was he so concerned about my permission? Nobody had ever asked for my permission when it came to my body. I was used to people taking what they wanted without asking for permission. I was relieved when he said that. He stood up, turned to his side, and slowly sat on the ledge. The water came up nearly to my chin. I took the opportunity to look at him. His cock was huge. It looked like a horse’s
cock.
His muscles were muscular. Every muscle was toned, and it rippled when he walked. His back was nothing but muscles. If he wanted to, he could break me in half. It was no
wonder how he could hold a kicking and squirming girl so tight and without dropping me. His body matched his strength. His hair came down to almost his mid–back. He had a dragon tattoo in the middle of his back. His arms had tribal tattoos all over them. He caught me staring, and I blushed.
“Little one, my body is yours to look at.”
If you want, I could pose for you.”
He said that last comment with a smile on his face. I thought it was funny, so I smiled. He then came and sat down beside me.
Now, little one, I was going to wash you.”
I froze when he said that. I was shocked that he wanted to do that. Nobody had been so kind to me, and I started crying because of it.
”
No, no baby, don’t cry.”
Why are you crying?”
The soap is just soap.”
“See”
I wasn’t crying because I thought the salop would hurt me. I was crying from being treated so nicely. I started to shake my head, but then I made a writing motion with my
hand.
Honey, I did not grab it.”
* Use the soap and write it on the side, I’ll clean it up.’
I took the soap and wrote.
Happy
“No one has ever been kind to me.”
Get used to it, baby.”
He then motioned for me to turn around. I slowly turned around. He then carefully applied light pressure to wash my back. I could feel the bar of soap running over my back. He hit a sore spot, and I jumped forward.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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