Despite the soreness that was throbbing throughout her body, Rosalie forced herself to remain awake. She had been quite patient as she waited until Alex was sound asleep. Her wolf voiced her disapproval, expressing a desire to curl up on the bed and simply sleep next to their mate. Rosalie resisted the urge to kiss her mate and instead focused her attention on gently removing his left arm from her exposed waist. She trembled as the tingling sensation left by his skin lingered on her body. He appeared to be struggling to stay asleep but, thankfully, did not fully wake up. She got out of bed as quietly as she could without waking anyone up.
Now all that was left was for her to find something to wear that would not arouse any suspicions. She could not leave through the door because his scent was still on her. The other members of his pack would recognise her if she went out, and they would know exactly what had happened. Her hand moved to the wound left by the bite. How exactly was she going to hide that?
She happened to come across a suitcase and decided to open it. While she was digging through it, she pulled out a shirt. It was long enough to reach her mid-thigh. She had some second thoughts about stealing his underwear but ultimately decided against it.
She opened the door to the balcony quietly and gazed out onto the street below. In around two hours, Greyson's pack was going to be on their way. She had to reach her house before that without being discovered. Everything would turn out OK. They would never speak about their one-night stand again, since he would return to his pack. She was pretty sure she was nothing for him, just a drunken one-night stand.
As she shut the door to the balcony behind her, she underwent a partial transformation in which her hands and feet turned into paws and became hairy. She scaled the railing of the balcony and then leapt to the balcony of the adjacent room. She fell gently on the ceramic tiles under her. She thought, "That was a piece of cake."
She continued to leap into the air, jumping over balconies, eventually landing on the balcony outside her bedroom. This whole procedure took only about five minutes. Perks of being a werewolf, specifically a naughty werewolf! The next step was for her to get rid of his scent. She sneaked into her room and jumped into the shower as quickly as she could, allowing the cold water to wash over her. After what seemed like an eternity, Rosalie finally felt composed enough to assess the predicament in which she found herself. She was mated to Alex Greyson; their relationship consisted not just of casual sex but of an actual mating! She transformed from being a virginal maiden to a lustful and mated wolf in just one night.
"Dad would kill me!" She ruminated without any hope.
Rosalie was curious about her mother's response and how she would act. Given how much time and care she had taken into making her look like a doll, you would think that she would be pleased with her bagging and Alpha. No, she would kill her just as well. Her parents were strict.
'Ugh! Why Rosalie? Why did you have to be such a wanton?' As Rosalie lathered up the shampoo in her hair, the water streamed down in rivulets, wiping away his aroma, and she sighed with frustration. She was missing Alex.
So, this is what it's like after mating. Sore yet pleasurable. She couldn't deny moaning to herself as memories of the previous night and this morning washed over her. Alex had given her pleasure. He was wild yet gentle. Sweet and passionate. She giggled to herself as her bite mark stung. She tugged at her nipples and caressed them gently, as they were still very sore after Alex's unstoppable ministrations. Her body was covered in bruises and love bites, a physical reminder of their intense connection.
She breathed out raggedly and leant back on the cold tiled wall. She shook herself. She was becoming uncontrollable with desire. Her wolf wanted Alex. She could now fully understand why Grace had been craving Chris and wouldn't leave any opportunity to ride him. She frowned as her thoughts moved to Chris. She was confused. Her feelings were muddled up. Although she had not forgiven Chris yet, her heart was not numb or shattered like the day he had told her about his betrothal. Was it possible to move on so quickly? She wondered if Chris was her mate or just an infatuation. But her wolf couldn't be wrong.
Her union with Alex may have helped mend her shattered heart. She was thankful that she wasn't experiencing quite the same level of hopelessness. She had heard terrifying tales of wolves becoming renegades or killing themselves after losing their mates. Being with Alex ensured that she would not experience that.
She had been standing there for what seemed like an eternity in the shower. It helped her feel more at ease. And she was not yet prepared to face the implications of her actions when she went out into the world.
After some time had passed, she took a moment to examine her appearance in the full-length mirror. She had prepared herself for the day by donning a polo neckshirt, which would conceal the bite mark. Naturally, that was only a temporary solution to the problem. She remembered watching a video on YouTube in which a make-up artist deftly concealed burn marks and imperfections with concealers.
"Perhaps I should get one of those full-coverage concealers to hide the mark." However, that was temporary.
She pulled on her jeans and then checked the time after putting her hair in a ponytail. It was around 10 in the morning. Were her parents aware that she hadn't returned to her bedroom at all the previous night?
What would happen if Alex barged in unexpectedly and demanded that she belong to him now? Wolves, particularly alpha males, were extremely possessive of their mates. If he considered her his mate ? But that was impossible. She shook her head, pushing those thoughts aside. The last thing she needed was to let her imagination run wild with unrealistic scenarios.
When she peeked out the window of her home, she saw that the other packs were slowly making their way to their cars. The members of the Greystone pack were getting their expensive cars and limos ready for the journey back to their homes. Omegas were loading the luggage into a black van. Her stomach grumbled. She was quite hungry. The act of mating demanded a significant amount of energy.
"What if I leave for a little while and come back after Alex has left?"
That was a wonderful idea.
"Perhaps I am giving this too much thought. After all, if he hadn't come looking for me, then maybe it truly was just a casual encounter for him too."
She approached her drawer and proceeded to dig out a set of car keys from within it. Her father had the good sense to enrol her in driving school and provide her with a driver's licence. Even though she engaged with humans only when it was necessary, it was good to have a driving licence. She devised a strategy. The region that comprised the territory of the Silver Moon pack was huge. It also included its fair share of hills, lakes, and forests. Due to the area's sheer size, they had their very own zip code. She decided to head towards the human suburbs to avoid colliding with Alex. She would have a delicious lunch at the café, which was owned by Melissa's parents, and then she would wait there until Alex had gone back. She hoped not to run into Alex because she didn't want to make things uncomfortable. Her stomach grumbled louder. There was no time to find Melissa because she would be busy doing her Beta responsibilities, which brought to mind her responsibilities. There was no time to look for her. Rosalie was beyond worrying about whether or not she had fulfilled her obligations, even though Roger would go ballistic if she did not.
After taking a few deep breaths, Rosalie emerged from her bedroom and continued on her way. Her mother was putting the newly cut flowers into a vase when she called. She smiled as she turned towards Rosalie, completely oblivious to the fact that her daughter had been absent for the entire previous night.