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The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna (by Beatrice Putnam) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Vanessa POV

Before I even realized that there was another presence in the room, a shadow stood over me. When I looked up, it was not Alfred. It was that girl that he had dragged out of the bedroom by her hair. What did she want? (1

So you’re the new Luna.

You won’t last long.

She then slapped me across the face and walked out of the room, and after I heard the door shut, I started crying. Why was she being so mean? I did nothing wrong. Then it dawned on me that she must’ve been Alfred lover at one point and wanted to become Luna. I did not like this opportunity, nor did I appreciate getting hit, but there was a commotion outside the door, and the door burst open. It was Alfred, and he had that girl by her hair again. I could tell that he was upset again by the amount of sweat he had on himself. That he had been running.

I’m sorry, Alfred. I will never do it again.

I told you earlier to leave her alone.

You have committed a serious crime. You have hit your Luna.

That is punishable by death.

That is true of the werewolf law. If you strike your alpha or Luna in a violent manner that is not sparring or training, it is punishable by death. I started to shake my head back and forth. He saw me doing so.

Vanessa, baby, she needs to be punished.

I quickly grabbed my dryerase board and wrote

Put her in jail for several days or whip her.

I hated writing that, but she did need a punishment.

I will be merciful since you suggested her punishment, and she will be imprisoned.

I let out the breath that I was holding, which I did not realize I was holding. He then released her, and she ran out of the room. He then went to take a shower. He was not in the shower for long before he came out and got into his closet. Again, there was a knock on the door. This time, Alfred opened it wearing just his towel. That caused me to blush. Four women came in after he answered the door, carrying boxes and bags.

I’m glad that they got here at this moment.

Your clothes have arrived.

He made a little bow and walked over to me. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder. I watched as box after box was brought into the room. What did he do? Did he buy the whole store? I was very pleased, but it was too much. I grabbed my dryerase board and

wrote.

Is this all for me?

Yes, little one. As I have stated before, they will be big until we get you healthy.

How big were they going to be? Not too big, I hope. But I will use whatever he gives me. I went over and opened the first box, which had a beautiful pink silk blouse. It’s not something I would wear every day. I knew enough about clothes to know what to wear, when, and what was appropriate. I gently removed the blouse from the box and held it up. He was right. It was going to be a little big, but it was small. After I held it up to myself, one of the girls who had helped bring things in had a hanger, took it, and hung it up in his closet.

I do not know when he had time to clear space for my new clothes, but he did. I was delighted and could not contain myself. I ran up to him and hugged him. I then opened the second box with a skirt that matched the blouse. I dropped the skirt and almost fainted. It looked like it would come down to my knees. It wasn’t that the skirt was ugly, or it looked like it was too small. The price tag was still attached, and it said the skirt was two hundred dollars. I was shocked because of the price. He caught me as I started to fall.

Little one, what is wrong?

I grabbed my dryerase board and wrote:

It is too expensive. Please take it back.

Nothing is too expensive for my mate, and you deserve it.

I did not try to make my point. The outfit was beautiful, and it was pink, my favorite color. He sat me down on the couch and brought another box to me. I was shaking because of how much the next clothing article cost. I slowly opened the box and in this one was a pink Tshirt and a pair of blue jeans. These did not have a price tag, but I could tell they were expensive. The brand was one of the most costly. I opened the rest of the boxes and bags. I was in awe because I now have at least twenty outfits with shoes and undergarments.

Alfred was smiling as I was acting like a kid in a candy shop. The bras and underwear were all matched. I don’t know how he knew what bra size to get because I did not even know my size. But the tags on the bras said thirtysix a. It looked like it might be a little big for now. But I knew I would put on weight with a proper diet and rest. I was looking forward to not seeing my bones through my skin. I hated the way I looked. I was too skinny and weak. But when you are only fed once in a while, that is what happens.

The girl who was helping me put my clothes away had left the room, so it was just Alfred and me.

Did you like what I got you?

I nodded my head yes.

Good, I’m glad.

Next week, we will have a tailor come get your measurements and order more clothes.

What did he mean: more clothes? I have more than enough. I have outfits for every occasion now. From working out to going out to dinner. I even have pajamas, so what else do I need? I grabbed my dryerase board and wrote:

I don’t need more clothes.

M

Little one, every woman, needs a variety of clothes. I have only got you a couple of outfits for every occasion.

These are a quick solution to your lack of clothing. I want you to pick out some things

by yourself, and you might find something that you really like.

Over thirty boxes of clothing and shoes were a quick solution to ensuring I had clothes. But he wanted me to have more. Is he crazy? The closet is not big enough for any more clothes. I had already taken up half of the closet with what he had gotten me. There wasn’t any more room.

I also had another closet made just for your clothes.

I swear he can read my thoughts. Only true mates can do that with their mates. Because of my health, I don’t have the ability yet. I could not wait to have that ability.

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