Chapter 47: Aurora P.O.V
Chapter 47: Aurora P.O.V
If my posessive tendencies aren't important enough to talk about then what the hell did he want to talk about? I'm baffled about what he could want to talk about.. My older brother didn't have a mate and my parents relationship was strange at best because they weren't true mates. They chose to leave their own mates in order to be together. I never did relationships for so many reasons, who wants to be with the pitied beta's daughter? The weird big girl who spends her days studying and working out instead of partying? The answer. Nobody.
We were in the shower, the steam building up in the room while my skin slowly turned more and more pink. His hands running the warm water through my hair, the curls that his mom worked so hard to put in my hair gone in seconds, 'That feels good." I sighed, feeling the way he scrubbed my scalp of any product build up while my body leaned into him. When he finished with my hair, he turned off the water and then grabbed the towels sitting on the edge of the sink. When the hell did those get hear? Did he really distract me that easily?
Wtapping the towel around his waist, he intertwined his finger's in mine and made sure I got out okay before he wrapped my body in the giant fluffy towel and then gave me the extar towel, "What's this for?" I asked, a little confused. He smiled, "Your very wet hair." He laughed, and then my cheeks were pink again matching the rest of my body. Quickly I towel dried my hair and folded it back on the counter before I followed him into the bedroom where he finished drying off and dropped the towel.
Holy, fucking. shit.
Why did the moon goddess have to bless me with such incredibly sexy mates. I watched him walk into his walk- in closet while I stared at his back, how can one person be THAT toned? Logically or genetically it shouldn't be allowed but here he is walking with a tiny waist line and with the back of two of me combined.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'm taking you back to bed." he smirked. I shook my head, wait what the hell did he just say?
He chuckled, "Here, love. " he gestured, handing me a pair of boxer shorts and a tshirt. The shirt had to be made of a many thread counts with how soft this thing is. It was a soft white cotton shirt with some band logo printed on the front, "This is so soft.." I whispered, hugging the shirt to my body. After I finally threw on the soft material shirt, it went all the way down to my thighs. My nipples poked out of the shirt and then I threw on the boxers for good measure, "better?" I asked, looking at my mate.
He looked back at me with a raised eye brow, "In what universe is my mate being dressed a good thing?" he asked, like it was the most absurd quetsion that I could have ever asked in the entire world. I laughed and shook my head while I waited for him to find the sweatpants that he wanted to wear. A few minutes later he grabbed my hand, enterlacing our finger's and led me to the bed.
"Rory, I think we need to talk about how you grew up.." he trailed off. His voice was deeper than usual and his shoulder's looked a lot more tense than they were twenty minutes ago.I bit my trembling lip, "You saw something when we mated.." I whispered, I wish I could say that I was confident when I responded but it would be a lie. He nodded his head, "and I think we need to talk about. Levi and I are both sure you have some trauma responses and we all need to know what your trigger's are until we can help you move forward." He said confidently, rubbing my hand with his thumb in circular motions.
'What's a trigger?" I whispered, playing with the a string hanging out of the comforter. A loss piece that just wanted to belong, in some ways I was liek the string. I should have been able to blend in, I was a beta's daughter with good morals and clear goals but instead I was the string that never belonged.
"It's somethign that causes a trauma response, Levi's use to be witch chant's. If he heard a witch chant his wolf would come forward and destroy everything in a room and he would be stuck in his wolf form for a week." Lucas admitted, scratching his head.
"I- I don't really know. I got really nervous about doing dinner but I was anxious about doing dinner in a public place..." I bit the inside of my cheek.
"That's okay. We can figure this all out together rory." He smiled, pulling my body closer.
"Whips. Whips trigger me and I like aurora more than rory." I whispered, trying to let the words out as fast I could so I didn't not say them. He smiled, "I think we can stay far away from whips." he admitted, like that shouldn't have been something I needed to say in the first place.
"Lucas, why were my parents like that?" I asked, maybe he knew some big secret that I didn't.
"They weren't your parents, aurora." He sighed, and I jumped out of his arms like I was on fire.
"What do you mean? I've lived with them since the day I was born? Are you trying to tell me my sister isn't theirs either? Are nay of my siblings related to my parents? Why would they take us just to hurt us?" I started spitting out one quetsion after another. None of this makes sense.. Even if what he is saying is the truth. Before my parents beat us and hurt us because they couldn't get rid of us but he's saying thta didn't have to hurt us...