Chapter 4

Trishanna sighed as she made her way down to the basement where her bed awaited. It's been an intense few days. Alpha James was still around, but he seemed to have pulled back. Whatever the reason, she was just glad to have a bit of breathing room. Shaking out her covers, she got mad at him all over again. He barked at her to bake those snacks in a rush, then he left, only to return the next morning smelling like sex and a whole lot of she-wolves. On top of that, he had the audacity to demand that she bake a fresh set. Good thing she had stored it well, so she simply gave the previous batch to the pups. She wasn't sure what was going on in his mind, but something weird was definitely happening.

The next day went by as best as it could. In fact, it was too good. The breakfast requested was very simple and Alpha James made it known that he will not be present then, so she didn't have to serve. Later that day, one of the other omegas, Tiffany, who is nicer than most, gave her some bath soap. She claimed that the Pack had received them as samples and since most of the other wolves already had their own, it was to be distributed amongst the omegas. Whatever the reason, Trishanna was happy to receive it, since she did notice the others got them as well.

While prepping for dinner, the Delta's daughter came into the kitchen and thrust a bag at her. When Trishanna dared to take a peep, she saw it was clothing. Confused, she asked if it was to be washed or repaired. With a huff, the woman who was just as tall as her exclaimed that she had ordered the dress online, but they sent the wrong item and she didn't like it. Since it was on sale, she could not return it and would have thrown it out, but her father convinced her to donate it so she came to mind.

Trishanna felt embarrassed, but also a bit happy. As much as she liked wearing Rosie's clothes since it made her feel like the older woman was still looking out for her, it was a long time since she had something "new". Bowing her head, she shyly asked "I wouldn't get in trouble for wearing this right?" Hearing the growl, she quickly added, "I mean no disrespect and I really appreciate your kindness, but I want to be sure that I can now truly think of this dress as mine." Huffing the Delta's daughter confirmed that she will not get in trouble and stormed, murmuring under her breath.

Trishanna couldn't believe it. Was it perhaps her birthday? Now that she taught about it, she never had a birthday. When she was brought to the pack, the doctor only estimated her age based on her size. She wasn't even sure how old she really was. Maybe if she had a wolf, it could have at least given her a better idea. Shaking her head from such pointless thoughts, she placed the bag in her room and went back to her chores. Whatever the reason, those items came at the right time, and she will be pleased to use them.

That night, there was a crescent moon. It helped chase away some of the darkness, but not all. It was a perfect night and based on his investigation, James found out that Trishanna comes to the lake on the night of the crescent moon. Right now he is hiding behind a tree, waiting for her to show up. He had already planned that her day will not be too much for her, to be a reason why she didn't appear. The patrols were told to avoid this area until he gave the all-clear. Just around midnight, when he thought she was a no-show, a movement on his left shook him out of the doze he was in.

Trishanna hurried to the lake, clutching her newly gained treasure. How long since she washed with soap? Even though there was a chill in the air, she was determined to wash her hair. It would take her a few hours to get it completely dry, but it would be worth it to have it properly washed for a change. She reached her spot, a place where there were large stones almost like stairs that would take her into the water. Stripping on the shore, she loosed her hair and tried to untangle any knots. Taking a deep breath she stepped in, only to find that the water wasn't as cold as she thought it would be. Grabbing the little rag that she brought she lathered it up and began scrubbing her skin.

James was floored when Trishanna got undressed, for some reason it seemed as though time had slowed down and his eyesight was at optimum level. This allowed him to fully take in what he saw, and what a sight it was. Long shapely legs, full breast that swung over a narrow waist, rounded hips that his hands itched to caress while his throat went dry at the thought of sucking those raspberry-colored nipples into his mouth. The men didn't lie, but they definitely were unjust in describing the vision before him. He wasn't sure if he made a sound when her eyes quickly looked up from where she was, scanning her surroundings. Shit, even the moon made those storm gray eyes of hers glow like it was trapped within.

James' member quickly grew too painful to remain confined any longer, and without hesitating, he freed and began stroking himself. The more he watched, the faster his hands moved. The desire was so strong, had to bite his hand to keep his moans from coming out. She raised one leg in the air so she can soap it, and he felt like he was losing his mind, but when the subtle scent of the soap reach him, he could help himself and he came all over his hand, just pulsing load after load of his release. He couldn't believe he came like he was back in high school, thinking about his English teacher's hiked skirt. Leaning back against the tree, he tried to right himself, but his hand didn't want to let go.

The smell of the soap was stronger now. Peeping once more, he was instantly hard again as now Trishanna was bent over, washing her hair. This position gave him an amazing view of her plump juicy ass that he just wants to spank, leaving his red hand print, while leaving her most private place shrouded in mystery. A mystery that had in mind in overdrive, as his hand, slicked with his own personal lubricant, slid over him. Imaging that he was inside her, his grip tightened as he tried to slow the pace, wanting to savor the feeling combined with his imagination. Yet too soon she was finished bathing, and seeing her stepping out of the lake like his own personal siren, made him come all over himself again.

James watched her quickly get dressed, and head back to the pack house. Leaning back, he stared at his hand, covered in his desire. How could that be so satisfying and yet so unfulfilling at the same time? Taking a deep breath, he could smell himself in the air. Good thing Trishanna is an omega, or else she would have bolted at the first whiff of his arousal. Scratching his head with his other hand, he wondered if the little gifts he gave her were a good idea after all.