MATTHEW

　　I sigh as I walk back into the pack house. The training is over, and now I can relax. As an Alpha, I have to make sure that my pack warriors are being properly trained and disciplined. I go hard on them, because of which many of them think I am a tyrant, but it's for their own good.

　　As I enter into the warmth of the interior, I feel the tension of the day slowly melting away. But I can't help but feel a lingering sense of restlessness, a need to release the pent-up energy that simmers beneath the surface.

　　Before I can stop myself, I find myself cracking my neck and flexing my hands, a habitual movement that helps to ease the tension in my muscles. It is time to check on Lotte.

　　I knock softly on her door before stepping inside. The room is empty. The sound of running water from the bathroom reaches my ears. She is taking a shower. I will check in on her half an hour later then.

　　I am about to walk out, when the sound of the bathroom door creaking open catches my attention. Assuming it is Lotte, I decide to wait, only to be met with surprise when Emma steps out instead, wrapped in a towel.

　　We both freeze when our gazes meet. I feel awkward and unsure of what to do. Emma's presence catches me off guard, and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I try to avert my gaze. It's not every day that you walk in on someone in a towel, especially when that someone happens to be your sister's savior.

　　My heart skips a beat as I take in the sight of her, her wet skin illuminated by the soft glow of the sunlight through the window. Her hair is still damp, tendrils of dark brown cascading down her slender shoulders in gentle waves. The towel clings to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and I can feel a twitch underneath my pants.

　　Fuck! She is breathtaking.

　　Emma's gasp brings me back to the present moment, and I see her clutch her towel tightly to her chest. I need to remember that she is from the Moonshade Pack.

　　"Why the fuck are you in my sister's room?" I ask in anger. It makes me a lot more frustrated to feel so turned on by her.

　　The girl's soft facial features turn hard, "It's because the shower in the room you provided me is broken. So I asked Charlotte for help."

　　I scoff, wondering where to look, "You could have asked Leah for help. My sister is not a maid that will help you."

　　"I did ask her for help. She simply told me not to shower." she retorts while holding the towel tightly.

　　I stare at the posters on Lotte's wall. They are weird as fuck, but they are doing a good job on keeping me distracted from my emotions. "Then you don't shower."

　　"What?! Are you for real?"

　　"No, I am being practical. If the shower does not work, you tell me directly and wait for it to get fixed or your room changed." I reply in a firm voice.

　　"So you suggest that I stay dirty and stink for a whole day?"

　　"Not showering a day won't kill you, and it doesn't make you stink. We males go days without showering here." I hear her make a sound, and I can imagine the disgusted look on her face.

　　"That is gross, and for your kind information, we she-wolves like to keep ourselves clean by showering regularly. So don't confuse me with a male. I am not one." she snorts, and the ghost of a smile tugs the corner of my lips.

　　"I can see that you are not," From the corner of my eyes, I see her face turn red, and she tugs the towel a little above her chest. "But you are not my guest and I am not obliged to provide you with good treatment. If anything, you should be put into the cells for being a member of my enemy pack. So you should be grateful that you even have a proper bathroom."

　　"A bathroom with no water." She reminds me , "Even prisoners are provided with proper facilities." She spats.

　　My fist tightens. She has quite a mouth, and I will love to shut it. Does she not know whom she is standing before? As the Alpha, I can put this little mouse in her place. The image of pinning her against the wall, and kissing her plump lips as a punishment comes to my mind.

　　Why am I thinking of all these thoughts? Women of all sizes and looks have always thrown themselves at me, but I have never been that interested. But with Emma, I can barely control my thoughts from running wild. And they are really wild.

　　"You—"

　　I hear footsteps, and Lotte enters her room. When she sees us, her gaze shifts to Emma and then me. "What are you two doing?"

　　Emma flushes, and I clear my throat, "I was—where were you?" I change the topic, feeling a little embarrassment wash over me.

　　She raises her hands to show me the folded clothes she is holding, "I went to get Emma a fresh set of clothes since she does not have any. The shower in her room is also broken."

　　I run a hand through my hair, "Yeah, she told me and I will get it fixed. I will wait outside." I square my shoulders, and remind myself that I am painting myself in the wrong light. So I do what a gentleman does, and opening the door I walk out of Lotte's room.

　　The moment I close the door behind me, a big sigh leaves my mouth. "Fuck!" The situation was too awkward and I didn't know why I was spitting nonsense inside. I could have just left, and waited for Lotte, but I was frustrated.

　　The towel was barely hiding Emma's hot figure. I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands down her waist, feel the warmth of her skin. The outline of her perky breasts exposed above the towel has me groaning in frustration. Different images of her pinned beneath me in bed while moaning my name as I pleasure her comes to my head. Her voice is hot when she is arguing, and I know how good it will sound when she screams.

　　Fuck! Why the hell am I thinking about the hot body of my enemy?

　　I run my hands over my face. Emma's sexy figure in the towel keeps replaying in my head, and I can't stop it. What the fuck is wrong with me?