The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna (by Beatrice Putnam) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

After washing her, I asked if anyone had ever shown her how to shave her things and

things. By the expression on her face, she had never been taught. The more and more I learned about her life before coming to me, the more and more angry I got at her parents. They start teaching young girls things about womanhood at the age of twelve. What have they been teaching her? I don’t even need an answer to that question. I decided I was going to teach her to shave starting right now.

I then put a chair in the bathtub and started to fill up the tub. She began to panic a little before I reassured her that she could not drown. Where the chair sat was way above the lip of the tub. Even the small amount of water that was in the tub could not do any harm to anybody unless you were a mouse. She was small, but she was not as small as a mouse. I then got some shaving cream and a razor. At first, she looked at me like I was going to hurt her.

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Baby girl, I will show you how to use it.”

I showed her how to use it and shaved a spot on my leg so she would understand. I then started to shave her legs very gently. I finished with one of them and let her shave her other leg. Usually, I would have my sister show her all this stuff, but I wanted to. After she finished shaving, I also showed her how to shave her underarms. After shaving for the first time, she did not knick herself. That was impressive. I then rinsed her legs off.

“That is something your mother or sisters should have shown you already.”

I’m sorry that they did not.”

I was sorry that she had a horrible mother. No girl deserved that. I’m happy that I found her on time. Things could have been a lot worse. I sat the shower head down in the tub, and she picked it up and rinsed herself off. Right now, she seems to be enjoying playing with the water. She looked so innocent, like a child. I was still in shock about everything that was happening. Tomorrow, she will witness her first trial and execution. Her parents were going to be sentenced to a slow and painful death. Her mother was going to be treated like her daughter, and so was her father.

By the time they beg to be killed, they will be worse than Vanessa. I have already started

to poison them. They were going to learn not to mistreat people. I would talk to my father about what I had discovered about her pack. I know he would want to investigate it.

Which usually means that I will be going with him. In this case, Vanessa will be coming along as well. There was no chance I would leave her here without me to protect her. We will save that trip for another time. My father will understand.

I was so lost in my thoughts when I felt a spray of hot water. When I looked up, Vanessa was aiming the hot water at me. I laughed and pretended to be angry. I went over to her and turned the water on her. She held up her hands as if that would stop the water. It did not, but she was smiling. I finally turned the water off. I had to get clean towels because the towels in the bathroom were wet. The whole bathroom was soaked, but we enjoyed playing with the water. I wrapped a towel around myself and then her. I carried her to bed.

I then looked at the clock, and it was past midnight. I went into Vanessa’s closet and grabbed a couple of pajama outfits. She chose the pink one. Her favorite color was pink. I forgot to get her some underwear. She put her pajama bottoms on without any. She seemed content not to have any, so I did not mention it. I then put on a pair of blue gym shorts. She had scooted herself up on the bed and had propped the pillows up where she could lean against them.

She looked beautiful. The pink outfit against the black pillowcases and her sitting on the black bedspread. Her hair was still damp from taking a shower. She looked gorgeous. I stood at the end of the bed admiring her beauty. I have had many women in my bed before, but never one this beautiful. She started to blush. She grabbed her dry–erase board and wrote:

What are you looking at?”

“A gorgeous woman in my bed.”

“You are so beautiful.”

She blushed. I then got into bed with her. She scooted close to me and laid her head on my chest. I gently stroked her arm. I then ran my hand through her hair. She nuzzled in closer to my chest. Her scent was intoxicating, and the feeling of her skin was amazing. She consumed my thoughts, and I could feel myself getting hard just from her scent. I then tilted her head back and kissed her hard on her lips. She returned the kiss. I could feel her body start to get hot. I knew she was getting turned on. After touching her body

and washing it, I was horny.

I needed the urge to be satisfied, but I would not force her. She was too precious for that.

I wanted her to be able to trust me. She was not going to trust me if I took advantage of her. Also, there was the mating ceremony that needed planning. She is too weak for that.

She would not survive being marked. Also, I would not mark her until the doctor cleared her. I was not going to attempt to make love to her until the doctor cleared for that as

well. I stopped kissing her. I then started to rub her back.

It was getting late, and I knew she was tired. I was also exhausted. It has been a long day. I have spent most of my nights watching her sleep. She had a lot of nightmares. I wanted to know what she dreamt about that would make her almost jump out of bed. I would hold her to the best of my ability and not restrain her, but I had to balance it. I knew she had suffered a lot of abuse. I kissed her again. I could not get enough of her lips. She tasted so sweet. I knew her skin would taste lovely. I ran my hand over her arm again. She let out a sigh of contentment. She was happy, and so was I.

I was sound asleep when I heard broken glass and cold air coming in. I was on high alert. There was a big black and gray wolf in my bedroom. I immediately shifted to Leon. My eyes were glowing red.