It’s Not Like a Choice

DIANA POV

I woke up with the sunbeams warming my face. Struggling to open my eyes, I groaned feeling sore in every part of my body. Remembering what happened last night, my lips curved up on how Scott took me to the high clouds from the living room up to the bedroom. He was truly amazing, craving and yearning to quench his evident thirst.

I reached for Scott beside me and felt nothing but a cold bed. Hearing sounds from outside, I dragged myself up and peeked out the window. I saw my lovely man shirtless and drenched in sweat chopping some firewood. I could wake up to this everyday, I thought.

Feeling heated up and damped from last night, I hurriedly went to the bathroom for refreshing bath. Touching every part of me under the cold shower, I recalled how Scott owned my body with his touch and kisses. I looked down at my chest and saw love marks from the best night we shared.

In a sudden, I felt big warm palms touch me from behind. When I looked back, Scott already buried his face on my nape.

"You should've called me.. I've been waiting for you..", he said as he give me a peck on my shoulder.

"You're early", I answered as I turn around to face him and brushing his wet hair back with my hands.

"Last night was incredible, I couldn't sleep a wink. Do you feel sore?", he asked as he caressed my back staring down at my bare chest full of his love bites.

"Sorry.. I wanted to be more gentle, but… I couldn't control myself.. your scent drive me wild", he then kissed me on my forehead.

"I'm fine. Really!", I smiled to relieve him from his worries. But honestly, he was a little rough like I don't want to do it again anytime sooner… like now.

I couldn't help but gaze at his god-like physique. No wonder why Christina fell head over heels for him. Looking closely at his black tribal tattoo from his chest extending to his rib and hip, it appears to be an unfinished art collection of different images. I grazed it with my finger and asked, "What does it mean?".

"It's uhh.. an Alpha's memoirs and achievements. Alpha wolves get tattoos for every milestone, win or lose battles, and even imprints." He started to put shampoo on his palm, and washed my hair gently. "See this here? That's you when I imprinted", pointing to his chest with a moon and a howling wolf. He then lathered the soap on a sponge to scrub my body. His hands has this warmth that gives a very calming effect.

"You mean, you get inked all the time? I don't think you would want to have your entire body tattooed", I said.

"It's not like a choice", he said. "It prints on an Alpha's skin on its own", he gently rubbed my shoulders, my waist, and my legs. It took him time to wash my tattoo on my back, feeling the deep scars I covered up.

"Ohh.. you get inked for free", I blinked twice in awe how Alpha wolves can get to flaunt their badass tattoos, especially their wins in every battle.

Even though Scott smiled, it felt like he didn't want to get those tattoos. Makes me think, which one of those work of art reminds him of bad memories?

"I plan to take you around town today. If that's okay with you?", he asked hesitantly.

"I'd love to!", I happily answered. It would be nice to see the entire town and meet people whom Scott grew up with. After I rinsed, I went out of the bathroom immediately before we even get sensual. Scott just laughed realizing how I tried to dodge him.

Yesterday, I was left alone in the Lockwoods home but it didn't bothered me. I enjoyed watching the butterflies and bees choose a flower in the garden. I've never seen roses as big as dinner plates. I do get that uncanny feeling that someone is watching me, or maybe, it's just because the Lockwoods cottage is surrounded by trees and tall grasses, giving off an eerie vibe when alone.

I'm loving the weather that is warm and humid, unlike in the city that's wet and cold most of the time. Scanning the Lockwoods' old photos, I got familiarized with Scott's beautiful memories with his friends and family. It seemed like he did had a great childhood compared to myself.

I didn't have so many childhood pictures. In fact, I only have one. There's this one family photo that I keep in my dresser. I couldn't even remember what took place when that picture was taken. It was a photo that only me and my mother were smiling, and my father was staring intently at my mother.

I asked Scott to wear something blue so we can match our clothes again today. Cheesy as it seems, but I like the idea of showing off that I finally have a boyfriend after years of waiting.

We strolled out to the town after having a quick bite. Scott held my hand tightly as we approach the town plaza. Some stared indifferently, while others greeted us gladly.

Scott showed me the places where he goes to the most as a child. While in the middle of introducing the people he grew up with, I noticed a little girl crying in the corner of a street. As Scott was happily catching up with the townspeople, I excused my self to attend to the crying little girl.

"Why are you crying?", I asked as I crouch down.

The little girl with black hair and brown eyes looked at me with very teary eyes. Then, I noticed wounds and scratches on her knees. "What happened to this?", I asked again.

"Those kids pushed me", she said as she sob uncontrollably. I looked ahead and noticed a bunch of kids teasing her even from afar.

"What's your name?", I asked as I wipe her face.

"Aliya", she replied.

"Aliya, don't mind them. But next time, stand up for yourself. It's okay to cry a little, but make sure that you will be braver to face them", I said with a smile. I held her hand and looked for a place where I can treat her wounds when someone approached us taking Aliya.

"I'm sorry to bother you Luna. I'll take care of my daughter", the woman in a brown dress said.

"It's not a big deal, Ma'am. Please make sure to clean her wounds", I said.

"Thank you Luna!", Aliya said as she hugged me and went with her mother.

"Looks like you made a friend", Scott said as he put his hand around my shoulder.

"And a cute one", I replied.

"Cuter than me?", he asked with furrowed brows.

"You're cuter", I chuckled seeing him blush.

We went to a small tavern where Scott and his friends usually go to. There were not too many people dining at this early time. Scott ordered an orange juice and a pecan pie for me, and a glass of water and cheesy potatoes for him.

When Scott excused himself for the restroom, a man seated at the bar blurted out and said, "You don't belong here".