Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“I always wrap it, man, I’m not stupid,”
“You and I both know that condoms aren’t 100%, look at your brother,”
“My brother was an i***t who got a girl pregnant because she lied about being on the pill, and now he’s stuck with her,”
“What’s going to happen when Keaton finds his mate?”
“My dad said that he will have to reject her, and be stuck with Terrine,”
“How is he holding up?”
“He’s miserable man, he doesn’t love her, and he wishes he could turn back the clock,” he just rubbed my neck. “I can’t even imagine, being 19 and being tied to a woman that’s not your mate,” “Well, if your a*s doesn’t start being more careful, you’re going to know what it’s like really soon,”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said and walked off. I shook my head and went into my room. Rylee was still fast asleep and hugging one of the pillows. I could only imagine how comfortable she must feel being on a real bed after eight years on a damn cot. I went into the bathroom to take a shower.
When I was done, I put on some sweats and went to sleep next to Rylee. I snuggled close to her and spooned her from behind. I kissed her cheeks lightly and went to sleep. ***Rylee’s P.O.V.***
I tried to move around in my sleep, but I felt a sudden restraint and an amazing warmth. I opened my eyes and was met with a bare chest. I froze and blinked several times trying to figure out why I was snuggled up next to a man. Then I caught the scent of fresh rain. It was Wyatt. I gently lifted my head and was met with his beautiful face. I blinked several times again. My goddess, he looked like Prince Charming. Wait, Prince Charming?
Something about Wyatt seemed oddly familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it. It wasn’t just the mate pull I was feeling, it was something else. Almost as if I knew him, before all of this. But that couldn’t be possible, I would remember meeting something this handsome. Handsome? Forget that, he was drop-dead gorgeous.
I felt him move a little and pull me in closer, and I felt even warmer than before. His scent made me dizzy but in a good way. I felt like I was in a daze with how close we were to each other. As much as I wanted to stay like this, I had the sudden urge to pee. I tried to gently get out of his grasp, but he kept pulling me closer. I really needed to pee. I didn’t want to wake him though. I tried to push away again but to no avail.
“Wyatt?” I said softly, but he didn’t respond. “Wyatt,” I said a little louder, but still nothing. I decided to push a little harder, but then he pulled me in full force. “Why do you keep pushing me away, dearest? I’m trying to sleep peacefully,”
“I need to use the restroom,” he grunted and took a deep breath. He finally let me go, and I jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom before my kidneys burst. Once was I finished with my business, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I decided that I needed a shower, but I realized that I didn’t know how to use the shower in the bathroom. I stared at it blankly and bit my lip.
“Rylee, are you okay?” Wyatt asked.
“Um…” I winced in embarrassment, but I really wanted to take a hot shower for once in my life. I opened the door and saw him looking at me concerned.
“Can you help me with something?”
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to take a shower,”
“Why do you need help with taking a shower?”
“I don’t know how to turn it on,” I said softly and scrunched my face. He didn’t say anything and just looked at me. “I’ve…never…taken…a…shower,” “What?” I could hear the anger in his voice. “Rylee, if you’ve never taken a shower, how did you clean yourself,”
“The pond, outback,”
“WHAT!?” he roared, and I cowered to the floor. I hadn’t heard an Alpha roar that loud before. As if sensing my fear, Wyatt took a deep breath and calmed himself. He bent down and helped me back to my feet. Without saying another word, he led me to the shower and turned it on for me. I saw him test the water temperature before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
I waited another minute and finally undressed. I didn’t want Wyatt to see the bruising that I know hadn’t healed yet. I opened the door to the shower and stepped in. For the time in eight years, hot water covered my body, and I let out a moan without even realizing it. It felt so wonderful. It felt so invigorating. But it also felt like it was burning my skin because of the bruises. I pushed past the pain, and gently massaged my skin. The pain eventually subsided, and I finally decided to wash my hair with actual shampoo. I reached down and looked at the bottles and found it. I wasn’t sure how much I needed, so I started with a small quarter size amount, and when I felt that wasn’t enough, I added a little more, and a little more until my hair was nice and lathered. It smelled so nice. I smelled sweet and refreshing at the same time. I ran my fingers all the way into my scalp and cleaned my hair thoroughly. For the first time in a long time, my hair actually felt clean.
When I felt that it was enough, I washed it all out and moved onto the body wash. I looked at the bottle, and it was a man’s body wash. I felt a little strange using Wyatt’s body wash, so I just used the bar of soap that was in the shower. I gently massaged my skin again and made sure to get into all areas of my body that I never got to wash in detail. I never felt so alive. How did Wyatt hold me all night when I was this dirty? I washed my face one more time with the soap and got rinsed off.
I didn’t even realize how long I was in the shower trying to cleanse myself until the water started to turn cold. I looked at the nozzle for a bit and figured out how to turn off the water. I grabbed the towel and dried myself off. I dried off my hair the best I could. I turned around to grab my clothes when I realized, I didn’t have any clean clothes to change into. It was all out in the room. I winced in defeat knowing that I had to go out in a towel, in front of Wyatt.
I looked in the mirror, and my shoulders and my chest still had a lot bruising on them. I waited a minute trying to decide if I should just put on the dirty clothes, or if I should just face him. I felt so clean, that I didn’t want to put on dirty clothes from yesterday. I hung my head and pouted. I went to the door, and cracked it open,
“Wyatt?”
“Yeah,” dammit, he was still in there.
“Um, do you think you can give me some clean clothes and undergarments? I uh, kind of forgot to bring in them with me,”
“Sure,” I waited a minute and I saw him pop up through the crack of the door. He handed me a shirt, leggings, and underwear,” I squeezed it through the door, so he didn’t see me and closed it again. I quickly got changed, and then went back out. Wyatt was sitting in bed playing on his phone.
“Um, you can use the bathroom now,” he looked up for his phone and smiled at me. He put it down and walked towards me. I stood their frozen,
“Your hair is still wet,” he said playing with it. “Come on, let’s dry it off,” he led me back into the bathroom and pulled out the hairdryer that was in there. He turned it on and started to dry off my hair for me. I just stood there while he did his thing. It felt nice, but it also felt weird. When he was done, he fluffed my hair a little bit and then kissed my cheek.
“What was that for?” I asked holding my cheek.
“I felt like it,” he smiled at me through the mirror. His teal eyes just glistened in the light of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s go out and get some breakfast before my meeting with Ash,”
“I can just make us something,”
“Uh, not in a burnt down kitchen you can’t,”
“WHAT?! What happened to the kitchen?” I asked turning around.
“Well, Emma and Nicole kind of set it on fire last night when we came back from dinner,”
“How?!”
“They put aluminum foil in the microwave,”
“Oh my god,” I said and covered my face. Emma and her mom really were that stupid. I don’t even have an education and even I know not to put anything metal in the microwave. How was Emma even surviving on her own outside of the packhouse? Wyatt quickly brushed his teeth, changed into some clean clothes, and then led me out of the room. As we were descending down the stairs, Kendrick was coming up.
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