Unscented Novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Chapter 18

When I woke up that next morning, I expected Wesley to feel a lot of things when he looked over to

laying in bed with him. Love, lust, adoration, hell even shocked would’ve been a good one.

I never expected to open my eyes, and see such a prominent emotion cross his face.

Fear. Why the hell was he scared? Was my eyes glowing? They only do that on full moons. Did I sll that bad?

I knew I took multiple showers last night. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at his wide eyes and pale face.

"Why are you scared?"

"Uh, we didn’t, uh-"

"Wesley, just spit it out." I huffed as I pulled myself to sit up fully, leaning against his dark headboard.

"Did we sleep together?" I couldn’t help it. A grin ca to my face as I started laughing, a deep throaty laugh I hadn’t had in such a long ti. I shook my head as I wiped tears from the corners of my eye, watching him visibly relax.

"No, why?" I inched closer to hip, watching his eyes widen as my lips brushed the skin by his ear.

"Don’t you want to sleep with ?" Playing with horny arrogant wolves is fun. I pulled away from him gulping, his eyes wide and swirling as he fought against his wolf. I took my leave and made my way to his bathroom, grinning when I caught his now red face right as I shut the door.

"Idiot." I muttered, stripping and taking another shower. After I finished I ran my finger down the length of my body, watching as dark jeans and a sweater pulled itself onto my body.

I grinned as I touched my hair, the magic around

practically sparkling at the fact I hadn’t done it in so long. I looked at myself in the mirror once more, ok I my head at my green eyes. They looked alive.

I smiled at myself as I walked out, the room empty. I carefully made my way into the hallway, down the log stairs and into the kitchen. Wesley stood at the oven with just sweatpants on cooking bacon, a very excited Andrew at the bar watching the bacon like it was his own prey. I smiled, sitting down quietly behind them both.

"Do you think Emilia will be down soon?" Wesley spoke from the oven, the sound of the grease popping filling the silence between them.

"I don’t really know, she had a rough night."

"I can’t be that hard to take care of while drunk." Wesley laughed as he piled the bacon up on the plate next to him.

"Didn’t an that, ant Alpha Jar-"

"Morning guys." I spoke from the chair and buckled when they both jumped, whirling around to face .

I cocked my head as my eyes flashed to Wesleys bare torso, tearing them quickly to Andrews eyes. I still wasn’t over the fact they were my own green eyes.

"Emilia, when did you get down here?" I shrugged, moving so I sat next to Andrew.

"Just now, just a warning, I’m eating half of that bacon." Wesley groaned while Andrew just checked over my skin, searching for any bruises or cuts. I gave him a pointed look before turning and grinning a big grin to Wesley.

"Here." He placed the plate between Andrew and , both of us diving for the crispy strips of pork sent from the gods. He chuckled at out antics, returning to the oven just as a set of very hungover wolves practically stumbled in through the kitchen door.

I heard Wesleys chest rumble, but continued in munching on my bacon as if I didn’t. I was human, and that ant I couldn’t hear for shit.

"Oh sorry, uh, Wesley." One of them mumbled, my eyes looking up to Wesleys stone face. "Wesley it’s fine." His softened as he looked at , before returning to the group of people and nodding curtly. I took a last bite of my bacon before standing back up and walking out of the room, hoping up the stairs to grab my backpack.

I ca back down to Wesley smiling as he continued cooking, his pack mbers looking at him in shock and at

in awe. He looked up when I entered and his face visibly brightened, making him leave the stove unattended as he sauntered over to .

"My parents will be back soon, it’s okay if you et them right?" I nodded, trying to keep my face cool while inside I was practically dying. eting the parents are never fun, although I never actually had anyone’s parents to even et. I’d read enough romance books, either his dad would hate my guts and to deem

good enough for his son or they’d both love

no matter what. I’m hoping for the latter here.