"Wha-what??" Snow was taken aback by what the healer had said. Her surprise forced a laugh out of the woman.
"I asked if you liked Xerxes?" she repeated herself and it only made her flush, he had seen her without clothes, how embarrassing. But at least she knew his name now. Although, there was a question that was burning in the back of her mind.
"Is it only our mates we are supposed to fall in love with?" her innocence came through, and now it was the healer's turn to be taken aback. She had noticed Snow, quiet, timid, old-fashioned and very simple.
Naive.
"Not necessarily. Some wolves never meet their mates, for whatever reason, and they settle with the next best thing. You can like someone that isn't your mate but…" she paused, she remembered something, and pain tainted her honest smile, "the attraction between mates is undeniable. It can be ignored but it can not be erased." She began to wrap Snow's wounds with bandages.
"It makes sense…" The words escaped her as she thought of Lyana. There were times that Snow would be ready to do Lyana's night routine but she would be busy with the alpha. It didn't take much to know they were making love by the way Lyana moaned loudly. One time she was just approaching as the alpha was leaving and the way he stared at her made her soul leave her body. She had to force her gaze down or he would have taken her eyes. And when she saw her Luna, she was still dazed, flushed, slightly embarrassed.
But even with the undeniable desire between them, Snow knew they never saw eye to eye.
"Yes it does." she was brought back from her daydream, "Naelle did a hard one on you but you will heal well. You can leave now Snow, feel free if you want to say hi to me another time." The healer opened the door for a future conversation and Snow thanked her. Her shirt was given back, still stained in blood, she wore it like that regardless and went on her way.
Snow was exhausted from the way back. She had reached the gates of the packhouse and as she entered building, she was greeted with a loud shriek, "Ms. Snow!!" Liora had sighted her from the inside and sprinted towards her, to Snow, she ran in slow motion until her body collided with hers and all the pleasant feelings the child felt were slowly transferred to her.
Even though the effect had caused her pain, nothing she won't do for Liora.
"Ms Snow! What happened to you?! Who did this?!" worry shook the child, seeing the blood on Snow's clothes.
"It was… an accident. I cut myself." it was so unbelievable with the amount of blood on the material but Liora would believe her over anyone else.
"Liora!" a new person entered the scene and with the way she was dressed, she had class, a royal blue dress that stopped just at her knees and her hair was packed elegantly with gold pins and diamond accessories adorning her. Her features were soft but she gazed at Snow sharply, she didn't like the pale skinned wolf.
She dragged Liora to her side, the little girl protesting cutely, "mama, Ms. Snow is hurt! See!" Liora pointed out, hoping it would gain her idol sympathy but the woman only scoffed.
"All the more reason you should not touch her. You want to dirty yourself?" she scolded and Liora whined, she had been scolded too many times today and ran to Snow to escape another scolding, "girls like you should not touch girls like her. You are not in the same class."
The words hit Snow like a blow. She knew she was a servant but… her position hadn't really changed since Alpha Adolph set her free. Everyone still saw her as a servant, only that she received more mercy than she should get.
"Clean yourself, then come and do her hair later." the Luna told her and Snow bowed her head in respect.
"Yes Luna Lupita. It will only be a moment." She kept her gaze to the floor, her head bowed, and the Luna grabbed the girl, taking her where she was going.
"Mama!" Liora whined, reaching for Snow but was being dragged in the other way, the child looked like she would cry and Snow felt bad for her, unfortunately the child could not understand the difference between the two of them.
The words of the Luna rang in her heart, she didn't use to look like this. She got to her room, staring at herself in the mirror. Her face had become so dull, she had bags, taking off her clothes, she had so many scars from the torture she got at Whitefang. Her eyes dulled upon seeing her skin.
Lyana used to praise her, calling her a rare beauty, saying that the goddess had made her from snow. That was why her name was Snow, Lyana gave her that name. Whenever she took care of the Luna, Lyana made sure she also used some of her pomade on herself, it would be improper for the one giving the care to not be cared for. It was mandatory.
Snow was wildly desired in whitefang for her beauty despite being an omega and Lyana had ordered that no one touched her or they would be executed. So no one touched her. She was grateful for it, there were many people she didn't like in Whitefang that wanted her.
So to honour the passing of her Luna, she decided that the care she used to give the Luna, she would give herself. She may not have enough money for new clothes but she can easily get things from her garden to make herself look beautiful again. The alpha had set her free, she should not be looking like a servant again.
She changed her clothes and went to the garden with a pair of garden scissors, cutting flowers and plants she would need for her transformation.
Days had passed and it was a new week. The brothers had classes to attend in the afternoon and as they walked down the halls of Lycanthra, Zev was complaining.
"She is driving me crazy!" referring to Naelle, they were not on speaking terms as apparently he had offended her.
"You two are always fighting. Sometimes it baffles me when you say you want to marry her." With his hands in his pockets, Nolan chided, irking Zev.
"I like my women feisty." Zev retorted, crossing his hands around his chest, "but this one is different. She isn't talking to me. She would have at least called me 12 different curses and punched me but nothing!"
"Sounds like true love." Xerxes smirked to himself, he enjoyed seeing Zev in this dilemma. He could go for hours listening to Zev complain as long as he was suffering, but to his surprise, his attention shifted almost immediately at the introduction of a new scent.
Vanilla.
Xerxes and his wolf jerked at the scent, his eyes dilating almost immediately, body coming to a halt. His eyes scanned everywhere. Where was the scent coming from?
"You fine?" Nolan wondered what was wrong with him.
"I forgot to do something. I will be late." and with that, he went to find what was calling him with that delicious scent.
Xerxes went around the entire school, sat in classes he didn't have because he was looking for who or what had the scent. He entered another class and the scent was so strong, he almost collapsed from pleasure. His legs shook excitedly, the scent making him feral, but the poor boy was trying to keep his wolf under control.
When everyone was leaving the class, the scent didn't move, not yet. It was almost empty when he narrowed it down to white hair. Normally, it was not like him, but when he saw Snow about to leave, he sneaked up from behind her.
Snow was about to walk out of the lecture room when the doors suddenly closed on their own, making her jolt back, "huh?" clearly muddled, she didn't notice the man behind her. She only noticed when he pressed her against the wall with such a force.
Her first instinct was to scream but she couldn't, his hands were over her mouth, "be quiet, please…" whispering, she nodded slowly, promising not to.
So she was the thing that smelled so good. His fingers trembled from excitement, his eyes roaming her body while hers never left his. Snow was panicking on the inside, what was this wolf going to do to her?
She didn't expect that he would push his face against her neck, and sniff her. To Xerxes, he was in heaven. She smelled so good, and the next sniff was accompanied by a low moan. Her cheeks turned red on the spot, was he…her train of thoughts was interrupted when he licked her.
Xerxes licked her.
She was redder than a beetroot. And she was getting hot. She had never been touched this way!
Xerxes had gone feral and slobbered his tongue all over her neck, her exposed shoulders, trying to taste the Vanilla he smelled off her. He could taste it, he loved it so much, he wanted more. The clothes she wore didn't allow him much skin, and impatient, his hands slipped underneath them, the softness of her skin sending shivers down his spine.
Snow gasped from his actions, she closed her eyes, his fingers moving from her stomach to her chest. His fingers traced the curve of her chest, pausing where her heartbeat drummed the most. She was struggling and he could see it when he looked at her. She looked like she would faint!
"You smell so good today…" His brain managed to form words when he so desperately wanted to eat her, "I want more of you…" he groaned, sticking his head in her clothing, where he kissed and licked her mounds, his hands firmly planted around her hips.
She moaned without restriction, the air that escaped her mouth warm. The warmth was pulling in between her legs.
His kisses and his licks only made him more desperate, his wolf taking over, he groaned and whined, and began to bite and suck, pushing her even farther. Xerxes thought he would calm down if he tasted her but it only got worse. He only wanted more. Only needed more.
He dropped to his knees, arms sliding through her skirt, feeling the skin of her legs.
"Give me more of you…"