Alexander’s P.O.V

White. A land of white was all I could see when I entered the bathroom last night. Sam was standing there in all his glory and I had to say that what he was doing before I entered was the cutest thing I had ever seen. But his body...god I never saw someone as sexy as him. His skin was as white as porcelain and his curve...don't get me started on his curve please, I would have thousand of things to say about them but I would just say that it made me want to lick every inch of his body and run my hand on it. I could see old scars, which I assumed were from his father and bullies, but it didn’t bother me. In fact, it only made him look sexier, because it showed how strong he was for keeping on living after all the things he went through. When he came out of the bathroom wearing my clothes, I thought I would lose it and just jump him and mate, but I understood that he wasn't ready, and I respected that. That's why I was in this situation right now, spooning my bambi with a raging boner.

You couldn't blame me when I had my beautiful mate's butt just on my package and that he squirmed against it in his sleep! That's why I was as hard as rock and couldn't move because I would surely rub against his rear and disturb his sleep and it would be really awkward when he wake up and found what was poking at his behind…

So, I just waited and waited and waited until he woke up. When he finally did, it was with small squirming and mumbling, that made him look so cute but seemed like torture to my hard pack, but also with a scream and jump. I froze as he tried to escape and succeeded in falling out of the bed, on the carpet, on his ass. He let out a pain yelp as his butt landed on the floor and tears started to gather in his eyes.

"Hey, bambi, are you alright?" I asked in concern and he yelped startled by my voice as if he forgot that I was even here.

"A-Alex?" He asked with eyes filled with fear and tears. He was slightly shaking, and I could guess that he thought that I was an unknown man. That was why he jumped and screamed…

"Yes, it's me Sam, you don't need to worry I won't let another man take you in bed even if you want." I answered with a cooing voice at first but a serious one at the end. It was true, even if he didn't want me or had a boyfriend, I wouldn't let him go away. I would continue wooing him until he accepted me as his mate and was totally loyal to me. He quickly got up and threw himself in my arms. I drew circles on his back and murmured soothing words in his ear as he hugged me tightly and cried. A knock came from the door a few minutes after Samuel calmed down. I groaned because the room was soundproof, so I needed to get up and answer the door which meant that I needed to let go of Sam. The motherfucker that just disturbed my "Samuel time" must had a good excuse or he wouldn't be able to stand up for a week after the number of laps I would make him run. Screw that, a month, I decided when Sam whined as I got up. I quickly comforted him and told him that I sadly needed to answer the door. He blushed when he realized what he just did, and I awed mentally at his flushed face. I opened the door and there stood my dear beta and victims of the day.

"Hey, my dear friends, what may bring you to knock on my humble door" I said with a sweet creepy smile. He shivered as he looked at my face and started to fidget. I knew that he knew that I was upset, really upset.

"W-well… you have to come back to the pack's mansion to deal with some paperwork…" he said as he refused to meet my eyes. I sighed and told him to start the car as we made ourselves ready. He nodded and quickly hurried away. I closed the door and told Samuel that we needed to go. He looked confused so I explained to him that we brought this mansion for the ball and that now we were going to the pack's mansion. It seemed like he forgot something because his face suddenly morphed into a worried look and he started to glance around frantically. He went into the bathroom before I could ask him what he was looking for and came back with his clothes and phone in his hands.

"I forgot but I needed to call my mom as to tell her to pick me up, she must be so worried" he said worriedly and called her. After a few rings, she picked up and I could hear her asking question fast with a worried tone. As he calmly explained the situation to her, I tried to understand what was happening. His pack and his father treated him like a slave, but his mother is gentle? But she didn't stop Sam's father from hurting him? I was so confused… My thoughts must have shown on my face because after he promised her to come by next week, his mom wanted us to have at least one week of time between ourselves without distractions, and hung up, he looked at me and told me the story of his life. He seemed pretty worried at first and when he came to the part at his birthday he started to cry, I held him in my arms as he finished his story.

Seems like we need to make more space in the dungeon…