It had been two weeks since the wolf had been attacked and Sol had been forced to rush her to Clark's pack for immediate medical attention. After they had returned home and Sol had cleaned the place up, everything had fallen back into place.

They had fallen into a routine.

Sol and the wolf would spend their days together, sometimes in the cabin and other times in the woods. Every morning they would go for a morning run and if they had time, Sol would change into his wolf and they would go hunting together.

The wolf would usually play outside or watch Sol work then he was at home. But when he needed to go into time or work at the mechanics, he would take her with her.

After the attack, he couldn't even think of risking her safety ever again.

They ate their meals together in silence, Sol either at the table or on the couch, but always with the female wolf by his feet.

At night, the wolf would creep into the bed with him even though he would tell her not to before heading to bed. But after the first few times, he had gotten used to it and enjoyed the warmth and cuddles she provided in her wolf form as she slept.

And today was just another one of those days.

Sol was sure that the wolf was already awake and probably downstairs watching tv or something of the sorts because when he woke up, he couldn't feel the heat that resonated from her body.

His ears perked up but and he remained silent for a few seconds as he listened for sounds of the wolf destroying his house, but he was met with silence. Perhaps she was actually behaving for once.

Sol snorted at that and then snuggled his face into the pillow again.

He could smell her on his sheets.

He couldn't help but smile.

Sol was nearly asleep again when he felt something touch his leg. He didn't react at first because he had assumed that it was just the wolf and that she had just snuck back into the bed without him hearing her. But when he felt skin on skin contact and no fur, Sol's eyes widened.

He was no longer sleepy.

Lifting the sheet, Sol peeked down to see a naked body. A female, naked body. In his bed. With him.

Dropping the sheet abruptly, Sol stared up at the ceiling and rubbed a hand over his eyes, as if rubbing away the sight of the naked, female body next to him.

He didn't remember going out last night and he most certainly didn't remember bringing a girl home for the night, and especially not a werewolf either.

It seemed that she was just in her birthday suit while he was still wearing his PJ bottoms from last night. At least he could come to the safe conclusion that they had indeed, not slept together.

But who was she?

And most importantly, what was she doing in his bed?

Lifting the sheet again to reveal the body lying in his bed with him, Sol couldn't help but appreciate the dark, blood red ringlets that splayed over the pillow that she was sleeping on. Her hair was deep in colour from the length of it, Sol was sure that her hair would run down her back, possibly to the small of her back. Her skin was a pale white, so dangerously pale that it was close to see-through.

Her back was faced towards him and once he pulled back the sheet a little more, Sol frowned at the protruding bones that he could make out through her back. There was little skin that was spanning over the length of her back.

She was unhealthily skinny. Anorexic.

She may have an eating disorder but that still didn't explain how she ended up in his bed the previous night, not to mention why.

Dropping the sheet on the female body next to him once again, Sol sighed before he sat up in his bed.

He figured the only way that he would find out who she was and most importantly, why she was in his bed, was to wake her up and ask.

And so that was exactly what he did.

Or, well, he tried.

Reaching out a hand, Sol placed it against her shoulder and shook it gently at first. But when she didn't wake up straight away, he shook a little harder.

He watched as she stirred and groaned into the pillow, burying her face deeper into it.

"Excuse me?" Sol called out to her, not really sure how to address the situation. "Wake up." He muttered under his breath, frustrated because she was taking too long.

The girl moaned again and raised up an arm to brush the hair away from her face. Turning on her back, the sheet dropped to her waist, exposing the top half of her body, just as naked as the day she was born.

Sol coughed and looked away, though he couldn't deny the way his skin tingled and how the blood rushed to his nether region.

Clenching his jaw, he forced his gaze on the wall in front of him as he reached for the sheet and pulled it up higher, covering her naked body from his wondering his eyes.

Despite the unhealthy weight that she appeared to was, Sol couldn't deny the instant attraction that he felt towards the girl. It really didn't help that all he was wearing was PJ pants while she was dressed in less than a thin bed sheet.

"You need to wake up." He repeated, grabbing her shoulder once again. This time, he made sure that the sheet stayed where it was.

When she still didn't wake up, Sol's gaze brushed over her face, admiring her soft features.

A small, rounded chin dipped before curving into a set of plumps, light pinks lips that dominated her face along with her cupid's bow that arched beautifully, leading up to her slender, button nose. It was completely straight, littered with clusters of ginger freckles. The freckles would be difficult to notice from far, the only reason being that Sol had noticed it was that he was in such close proximity to the sleeping woman. The beauty marks spread over both of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, coming to a stop where her long eyelashes barely kissed the top of her delicate, high cheekbones. The woman's eyebrows were the same fiery, blood read as her hair. The stood tall and proud above her eyes, naturally arched, creating the illusion that she was either questioning or mocking someone even in her sleeping state.

Sol couldn't help but long that she awoke so that he could get a look at her eyes.

He wondered how she had made his way into her bed without the wolf realising it. Perhaps that was the reason why she was downstairs.

The woman frowned and squeezed her eyes tighter before she groaned aloud. Opening her eyes, Sol was met with a striking pair of dark, grey eyes. The girl seemed gentle and relaxed in bed, but her eyes told a different story. They seemed troubled and out of their depth, lost even.

Almost haunting.

The woman stared up at the ceiling for a brief moment, and Sol didn't move either.

In all his years in existence, he had never found himself in such a situation. In bed with a naked woman, especially not one that he couldn't recall. At all.

Coughing to gain her attention, Sol couldn't help but rub at the back of his neck awkwardly as he waited for her eyes to settle on him. Time passed excruciatingly slowly as her eyes drifted down the ceiling before they landed on his sitting figure.

The red head smiled bright and big, flashing all her teeth at him. He couldn't help but notice the two dimples on either side of her face as she smiled, and the way her eyes crinkled at the corner's. Her once empty and cold grey eyes now shone with happiness, almost as if she was genuinely happy to see him; as if they had known each other since forever.

Sol's breath paused momentarily, almost as if he had forgotten how to breathe.

Who was this woman and why was she affecting him like this?

Sol didn't know why he didn't feel threatened with this stranger in his house, let alone in his personal space; his room and his bed.

It probably had a lot to do with how harmless she seemed. Well, that was what he was trying to convince himself anyway.

"Who are you?"

When she suddenly sat up, her hair not the only thing bouncing from the sudden, unannounced movement, Sol had to look away. Clearing his throat and staring at the wall in front of him, he waited patiently for her to cover up.

He didn't want to violate her with his eyes and sexual thoughts, especially when he couldn't even figure out who she was and what she was doing in his bed.

When the woman didn't make any move to cover up, rather getting more comfortable by crossing her legs, Sol coughed, but the woman didn't seem to pick up on the hint.

Sol may have been an Alpha and possessed immense self-control, but he couldn't ignore the way all the blood in his body rushed to his nether regions. Without looking and with his hands fumbling around on the bed, he grabbed the bed sheet and held it out to her.

The woman maintained the smile on her face but sent him a questioning look. She couldn't possibly fathom why he meant by the gesture.

Sol coughed again, his eyes still trained on the wall in front of him, not trusting himself to steal more than just a look if he were to glance at this woman as she sat so proud and...naked in front of him. "Cover yourself up with his. I can't talk to you when you're naked." He told her truthfully and breathed a sigh of relief when she accepted the sheet and did as he had said.

"Why did I need to cover up?" She asked him when he finally looked at her again.

Sol shook his head but didn't answer her question. That wasn't important at the moment. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

She cocked her head to the side slightly and studied him thoughtfully. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he cleared his throat, begging his eyes not to trail downwards to the swell of her ample breasts. "What are you doing in my bed?"

The woman smiled at him, brushing away a stray lock of hair from her face. Though it was futile since it just flopped back onto her face again. Sol resisted the urge to brush it away, the urge to graze his fingers across her cheek.

"I always sleep in your bed." She stated simply after hesitating at first, almost surprised that he had even asked in the first place.

Sol cocked his eyebrow at that, the confusion clear on his face. He didn't even attempt to hide it.

The woman just smiled wider, as if she knew something that he didn't. it seemed that his genuine confusion amused her. Sol wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Well, normally I'm in my wolf form but I guess not anymore." She shrugged her shoulders, the sheet slipping a little to reveal her heaving breasts.

Sol averted his eyes but attempted to process the information. The only wolf that Sol ever hung out with were Clark and possibly his wife and son, maybe even the Alpha on the odd occasion. Well, there was also the female wolf, but this couldn't possibly be her.

Could it?

Returning his gaze back towards her -but kept it away from her cleavage- he blinked once, and then twice.

Sol looked at her. Really looked at her.

She sat on the bed with her legs crossed and her striking red hair tumbling down her back in soft waves after having just woken up from sleep. The corners of her lips were turned up slightly at him as she smiled, her eyes twinkling. She was clutching the bed sheets to her chest as per his instructions, the sheets pooling around her legs, only a portion of her left knee visible from where the sheets didn't cover her.

Realisation suddenly dawned on him as her words finally settled in and started to make some sense.

This was her.

This was his female wolf, and damn was she a sight for sore eyes.

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Layla Knight 

18.06.18