My body was shaking and tears were threatening to spill down my cheeks as I huddled close to my dressers beside my door, my hands firmly knotted in my hair besides my temples.

Why did my body do this? I could smell my own arousal and it was strong. I had no doubt everyone down stairs knew how my body was reacting but I wanted to know why!

I was just taking out the lasagne and then that smell.... It was the same smell from the market and I couldn't help it. My body just reacted! I had no control! My body hadn't done anything like this before and I couldn't understand it. 

They're going to be so angry when they see how messy I made the kitchen from dropping that dish. They had guests and I ruined everything. Damn it.

My ears picked up a feral growl and heavy feet slamming on the stairs as a person ran up them and towards my door. Oh god, it's probably our enforcer coming to punish me.

My body trembled and a sob split my throat as my door was busted open, splinters flying from where the lock had once sat in place and an unknown man came barrelling in before his shining silver eyes locked with mine.

He was advancing on me and I could tell his wolf was in control from his eyes, so I did what I do when any big man comes near me; I whimpered and curled in on myself, hiding my torso and face to protect myself as much as possible.

I had never done anything to have had hands laid on me in my pack, but that didn't mean I wasn't a bit anxious whenever I saw a large male. It was in my omega blood to be scared of higher ranks, especially because of my past.

His shadow loomed over me and his wolf let off a rumbling sound in his chest causing my wolf to whine and I lifted my head to the side, looking away from the male and giving him my neck in submission.

''Tatum!'' Another male I wasn't familiar with charged into the room and took in the scene. ''What the hell are you doing!?''

Tatum glared over at the older man and let out a ferocious growl as he stepped between me and the larger man, his head dropping getting ready to attack.

''Leave!'' Tatum growled out, barely sounding human as his wolf shot out the words.

What was he doing? Is he going to actually kill me? I let out a scared whimper and tried to curl into the corner of my wall and tall boy more. I had never been in this kind of situation before. I was usually left to myself. No one had ever been in my room but my family.

His eyes turned to me for a split second, his eyebrows sloping up as a soft whine left his mouth. I didn't understand, one second he's growling and the next he's whining. I couldn't understand him at all and the brief moment of concentration on the man let my wolf take in his surroundings as he sniffed the air and the intoxicating scent swirled through my nose and registered in my brain.

His eyes turned murderous again towards the unknown man as a soft breathy mewl slipped past my lips at the scent of him.

The man's eyes seemed to click with understanding as he slowly raised his hands showing he held no intent to harm and he cautiously backed out of the room and traveled back down the stairs, dragging with him more footsteps telling me he wasn't the only one in the hallway.

After a second of glaring at the door, the black haired, silver-eyed male slowly stalked back over to me, dropping down on one knee to take in my appearance. His eyes flashed when they hit the bloody pools at my feet, the raw skin burning red from the pasta and the trickle of red rivers rushing from the embedded glass.

His large hands slowly moved towards my feet but I pulled them back closer to my body whining at the movement.

''I'm not going to hurt you. I want to fix it.'' His voice was smooth as honey and glided into my ears. ''Is that okay?''

I nodded hesitantly and waited for his next move.

''I'm going to pick you up, okay?'' I shook my head frantically. I didn't want to be picked up by him. I don't know him. He could still hurt me.

He sighed and rubbed his arm.

''I won't hurt you. I just need to get you off the ground so I can see them better, I promise.'' He pointed at my feet.

''Pinkie promise?'' I whispered out my childishness and held out my pinkie for him. His eyes lit up at my voice but he looked at my extended finger oddly. ''Don't you know what this is?'' I wiggled my finger a little and moved it closer to him.

''No.''

''Here.'' I slowly reached for his hand and he willingly gave it to me so I could wrap my pinkie in his and lock them together. '' This is a pinkie promise and breaking a pinkie promise is the lowest of lows.'' He stared intently at my fingers and nodded his head with so much concentration I had to laugh a little which stunned him for a second.

''I won't hurt you. I pinkie promise.'' He wrapped his arms under mine and pulled me from the ground and carried me to my joining bathroom where he sat me on the bench and set about looking for the first aid kit, which unfortunately was hidden in the back of the cupboards beneath me.

''It's under here.'' I pointed to the white cupboards.

He knelt down between my legs and opened the cupboards making my legs open wider and wider, my face growing redder and redder for every second he spent rummaging through the towels and face cloths.

''Found it.'' He smiled triumphantly but it soon slipped from his face and his eyes flashed a bright silver as he rose from the ground and looked me over taking in my red face and spread legs.

His large hands trailed from my knees to my thighs as he inched further and further between them until he was pressed against me, his face lowered to my neck as he ran his nose against it and my shoulder taking in my scent.

My wolf let a bottled whimper escape me, but it wasn't a scared whimper, it was....need. I needed him to keep touching me. 

His wolf seemed to like that because as soon as the traitorous sound left me, his tongue started slowly lapping where my shoulder and neck met sending my eyes to close and my head to fall back against the mirror behind me.

He let out another rumbling noise in his chest before he sniffed again and stiffened as his sensitive ears picked up at the sound of soft splashes.

''Why're you bleeding so much?'' He grabbed my left foot and inspected it, trying to work out why I could bleed so much and not begin to heal or at least stop the blood flow.

''My blood doesn't clot easily.'' I whispered.

This seemed to make him click and he went about removing the glass with tweezers and cleaning the wounds with Detol, which had me whimpering and hissing in pain.

''It's okay. It'll be done soon.'' He whispered as he moved onto the second foot and then wrapped them both in gauze coated in burn-aid and covered them in bandages to hold them in place.

When he was done he looked me over again and I couldn't help but lower my head and drop my shoulders a little. I was always self-conscious. Just because I came to terms with my body and the way it was, didn't mean I loved it whole-heartedly.

I looked at Tatum to see him eyeing a cut on my index finger. It was a small cut from a slip of my knife when I was peeling potatoes for dinner. His face lowered until he was licking it closed, his tongue snacking around the appendage until there was nothing but a fading scar that my healing would take care of on its own.

He raised his head until he was standing at his full height of what I guessed to be around 6'6'' towering over me even as I sit elevated on the bench, my legs dangling a few feet above the white tiled floor.

''What's your name?'' His hand came up to rest on my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek of stray tears from the process of glass removal.

Before I could get a word out, Uncle Rick came through the door and looked a mix between relieved and cautious. Uncle's presence sent Tatum's eyes flashing and his wolf growling and hunching over me, making me cower beneath his body.

''I'm not trying to take him. I just want to make sure he's okay and gets some food in him. He hasn't eaten anything but soup this morning.'' He raised his hands calmly and motioned to the door with his head.

Tatum's growling slowed and his head slowly turned from Uncle Rick to me to ask if this was true and was answered by a viscous growl from my stomach. I blushed hard and covered my churning stomach begging for food.

The man covering me soon moved back and held out his hand to me to help me off the bench but as soon as my feet hit the ground I whimpered and would have fallen if his arms hadn't have snaked around my waist and pulled me up against him.

I blushed beet red. How embarrassing.

''I'll carry hi-''

''No. No one touches him.'' Tatum growled and picked me up before swiftly exiting the room and walking carefully down the stairs and to the dining room.

Oh Goddess what have I gotten myself into?