My Possessive Werewolf Mate (Who is Also My Step-Brother...)

"Jungen Mädchen" - Hund am Strand

🎵 Wir könnten ein Exempel statuieren / Wir könnten uns lieben und diese Liebe einfrieren / Dann könnten wir die Liebe weitergeben / An andere lieblosere Leben🎵

Immediately I noticed the warmth, and then the softness of flannel bed sheets were registered. The fabric was so comfy and I sank deeper into whatever bed I was lying in, enjoying the all encompassing sensation of melting into the memory-foam mattress that perfectly molded to my frame. All in all, this was the best bed in the world. I mean, back home in Canada, I'd always had trouble falling asleep for some reason— it was too cold, I couldn't get cozy, the pillow wasn't cuddly enough, the darkness was too creepy, et cetera.

Secondly, I'd noticed the stench of wet dog that hung thick and heavy through the air—

"Wha—?!" I loudly gasped as I shot up in bed, memories of the rabid wolf fresh in my mind. I whipped my head all around to try and survey my surroundings; or more specifically, to see if there was a giant wolf nearby.

It was dark in the bedroom, letting me know that it was nighttime. Whether or not it was still the same day as when I'd flown in was unknown. That, or maybe I was dead and this was Purgatory?

There was an audible click as the light was switched on, illuminating the mysterious room that I'd found myself in. It was a standard-sized bedroom (not a hospital?) and it seemed to be freshly cleaned. I could tell by the obvious vacuum track marks on the floor rug that covered up a majority of the hardwood. There was a large, unbleached black blanket tossed over the curtain rod, blocking out any of the moonlight. The bed that I'd found myself in was a queen-sized bed with red flannel sheets that were a little wrinkly and that had stray fibers sticking up here and there— freshly washed. There was only one pillow, and it seemed to be beaten down flat, offering little to no neck support. Across the bed was a double-wide dresser with a TV on top of it. Next to the TV was a PS5 and a Nintendo Switch with the rainbow joy cons... but the yellowish bedroom light refracted off the plastic protective film that was still on the Switch's screen, letting me know that it hadn't been used yet. It took me a second to realize that the bed was pushed against the far wall, meaning that there was only one side in which the occupant would be able to roll out of it. And on that free side was a nightstand with a lonely lamp. Yet I could see a small, thin rectangular outline in the small layer of dust on it. The walls had a few posters on them, each one depicting some kind of rock band that I've never heard of; and there was a large crack in the thick German home wall near the door, indicating that some angry person must've lost their cool—

I was in Dominik's bedroom!

I finally registered that Alaric was standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Um, how are you feeling?" he asked, avoiding direct eye contact with me.

"What happened?" I asked, ignoring his question altogether. The last thing that I remembered was being attacked by a wild animal and then being dragged into the woods by said animal. I looked down at myself and saw that I'd been dressed in an oversized grey t-shirt. I tugged the collar to the side, expecting to see a gnarly gash from where the wolf had chomped down onto me.

A wordless gasp was chocked out of me when I stared in awe at the neat, bloodless scar that marred my pale skin. I rubbed at my eyes to make sure that they were working correctly, and I even poked at my crescent-shaped scar with shaky fingers to see if it was real. My fingers grazed my unbroken skin, feeling absolutely no pain whatsoever. Now I may not be a doctor, but my mom's a surgeon, so I knew for a damn fact that it was impossible for the skin to heal in such a short amount of time.

I looked back up at Alaric, my eyes wide and questioning.

The older man stomped forward and yanked my collar back upright to hide my scar. "Let's go ahead and cover that before your father walks in," he nervously chuckled, his voice sounding low like he was trying to remain quiet.