The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna (by Beatrice Putnam) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Vanessa POV

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I enjoyed my little hamburger and fries. I ate it slowly and deliberately. I was not allowed this kind of food. When they ate dinner or anything, we were not allowed to taste it or anything like that. Most of the time, I was not allowed in the kitchen while the cook made dinner. I was given bread and water to eat most of the time. From an early age, that is what I got. So I was enjoying this. Yes, it was a small portion. But I was full from eating only half of it.

Alfred had a giant hamburger compared to mine. He had already eaten his whole plate. I ate a couple more bites and pushed my plate away.

”

Did you not like it?”

I grabbed my dry–erase board and wrote:

“I’m full.”

Yes, little one, I forgot you have a small stomach.”

I frowned because I did not like the thought that my stomach was small.

”

No, no, baby, I wasn’t trying to be mean.”

I knew he wasn’t trying to be mean. He was stating a fact. But this is the best food that I have eaten in my life. We had just finished eating when there was a knock on the door. Alfred went and answered it. It was the doctor.

“How are you, Vanessa.”

I nodded. I was so happy that Doctor Moser had decided to come with me. Then a thought ran through my head. Where was his family? I started to write the question.

Sweet girl, my family is here with me.”

That was a relief. I was delighted that his family came with him. Was he going to be a permanent member of the pack? That was none of my business, but I wanted him to have a permanent home. I have one because I am Alfred’s mate.

She looks good.”

“Let’s weigh her.”

He pulled out the scale and sat it down on the floor. He zeroed it out. I then stepped on it. The scale read 65 pounds. I almost fainted. How could I only weigh 65 pounds? Only children were supposed to weigh that little.

She has not gained a pound since she was a child.”

Alfred had a huge frown on his face. I had no idea how much I was supposed to weigh. Alfred and the doctor left the room. I could hear Alfred yelling about my weight, saying I was supposed to weigh way more than I did. I could feel he was furious. He was outside the room screaming and yelling. After a few minutes, he came back into the room. I was sitting in the corner on the floor. I was scared because of his yelling. I was used to my father yelling and screaming and coming into the room and beating me even though it was not my fault.

“Little one, what are you doing down there.”

“I’m sorry you heard me yell. I’m not mad at you.”

I let out a breath that I did not realize I was holding. I did not know what that was going to accomplish, but I was holding my breath. He walked over to me and sat down on the floor. I was in the corner with my back towards the wall, and he was sitting in front of me.

“Little one, I’m very upset about your weight. You weigh as much as a five–year–old. You are supposed to weigh at least one hundred pounds.”

I saw the sadness on his face. He was agitated. I reached out and grabbed his hand. He covered my hand with his other hand.

I’m OK, baby girl.”

Let’s get off this floor and get some sleep. We have to get up in a couple of hours.”

I changed into a nightgown. It was long–sleeved, and the material was soft. It was just a plain pink fuzzy nightgown. I decided not to wear a bra. I had tried to put one on, and I wore it for maybe five minutes earlier in the day, but the strap kept rubbing against one of the wounds, which hurt. I will be happy if I can wear one again. My breasts are not that

big, but I feel uncomfortable either way. It did not matter what was going on. I have always had a bra.

We climbed into bed, and I laid my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating. It was calming. I enjoyed the sparks that were radiating all over my body. Everywhere he touched my bare skin, I could feel the sparks. His scent was turning me on. I wanted to make love to him, but I did not know if he thought the same. I could feel myself getting wet. Then, I could not sit still. I kept my legs moving. He chuckled.

“Little one, I feel it too.”

“I’m just as turned on by you.”

Your scent, body, and touch drive me wild.”

He emphasized it with a hard, long, demanding kiss. I returned the kiss. He started to play with my breasts through my nightgown. I moaned at what he was doing. I have been fondled before, but it always hurt. But what he was doing felt amazing. It was enough pressure to feel what he was doing, but not enough to make it hurt. It was causing me to squirm even more. He then started to rub my clit through my panties. He would continue to kiss me. I instinctively began to rub his cock through the shorts that he had on.

I did not think that he had any underwear on. But I did not stick my hand in his shorts. Instead, I continued to stroke his cock through his shorts. I could feel that it was getting hard. He then started to kiss my neck, which gave me another sensation. It was more intense, and I seemed to be getting wetter. Just as he moved on top of me, there was a knock at the door. He growled at the intrusion but stopped and yelled.

“Who is it?”

The tone in his voice told me and everyone else that he was agitated.

“It’s Chris the rogues are attacking.”

“I will be there in a minute.”

Was he sure he was going to be there in a minute? I knew it would take longer than a

minute. He took a deep breath and said.

Forgive me, little one, but duty calls.”

Again, he took a deep breath and left the bedroom door. I was left in the bedroom hornier than hell. I decided to attempt to take a shower by myself. I walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I stared at the shower for a long time. I then decided it was just me in the bathroom, and I would be OK. I turned on the water, and at first, I got it too cold, then too hot. After a couple more tries, I got it just right. I