Megan's POV
Before turning away and beginning to fill the bathtub, he had sat down on the counter next to the sink. He opened several drawers and started digging around, taking out bottles of various substances and pouring them into the bath. The bathroom soon filled with a vanilla scent, and the tub was brimming with bubbles that seemed to reflect a rainbow's worth of hues. More fresh towels are gathered, and he sets them conveniently next to the bathtub. When he was through, he took me again in his arms and placed me on the side of the bathtub.
"Go ahead and enter and prepare; make yourself at ease. To remove that object from your foot, I need to go retrieve my first aid equipment, which I left downstairs. He closed the door behind him, leaving me in the room alone to undress.
The cloth began to conform to my body since the blood had long ago dried. I slid into the warm bath and slowly peeled it off as the water around me became pink. Even if the Alpha came back in, he wouldn't be able to see anything. Up to my neck was completely covered by the bubbles he had placed there. He returned immediately after a knock at the door signaled his arrival.
"May I enter?" From the door, he questioned, his voice somewhat muffled.
I said, "Yeah," in response. He opened the door and slipped inside, box in hand, first sliding in his head, then the rest of his body.
Are you alright with me being in here, or would you want to handle it yourself? Before approaching me, he inquired.
"It's okay," He then drew nearer to me as soon as I responded. He picked out everything he believed he would need while kneeling at the other end of the tub.
Can I see your foot, please? When I lifted my foot, I could see my toes peeled off and were resting on the side of the bathtub. My ankle is softly cupped by his big, warm palm as he turns it to give it a closer look. His gaze was fixed exclusively on the bottom of my foot; he didn't wander or attempt to get a glimpse of what was under the bubbles. That was really appreciated by me.
It seems like you walked on a piece of glass or a shattered beer bottle. He scoured the box and pulled out a pair of tweezers.
How could people enter your country undetected for such a long time? Werewolves truly appreciate the place they reside in; only humans would do nothing.
"There is a piece of property that was bought as a hunting location for the autumn. They must have entered my pack after the herd of deer and enjoyed themselves. To the glass in my foot, he made a motion. There will be pain from this. He squinted.
But it has to be revealed. It won't heal if that happens. He nodded, but his expression remained frown-adorned.
"I'm sorry to hurt you, but I have to do this," he said. He focused on what he was doing, furrowing his brows. He took his time, painstakingly drawing the glass out in an effort to minimize my suffering. When it was removed, I could clearly make the large piece of glass's dark amber color that had formerly been deeply ingrained in my flesh. He started dabbing at my wound after pouring antiseptic onto a medical pad. When the alcohol made it hurt, I hissed.
Saying, "I'm sorry." He looked me in the eyes.
I reassured him, "It's okay," and he returned to work, maybe being even more cautious than before. When he was finished, he stood up, picked up the bloody items that were on the ground, including the clothes I was wearing, and tossed them away.
"I will wrap it for you if it doesn't heal much before you get out."
I said, "Thank you."
There actually isn't an issue. I like looking after you. He moved forward where my head was resting on the tub while his face took on a faint tint of pink. His eyes were fixed on the floor as he uncomfortably walked back and forth on his feet.
"Are you okay?" I questioned while re-entering the water with my foot. After I posed my query, his face appeared to glow an even hotter crimson.
"Yes," I say. He stumbled over his words and talked incoherently. "I wanted to know whether I could give you a bath. If you don't want me to, I won't touch or look at it. He hurried.
In actuality, I sort of loved the concept of a strong, domineering Alpha guy trying to delicately care for a lady. Something that I wasn't accustomed to and was a little frightening. I wasn't really sure if he would honor his promise to do nothing I wouldn't want him to do or whether he would take advantage of me. Then, I was so exhausted that I could take my arms out of the water, and it was so warm that if I hadn't been chatting, I would have fallen asleep. I also really wanted the death odor to leave my flesh.
"You'll keep that promise?" I queried. They claimed you can't break a promise, and Kai and I often made commitments.
"I swear," He gave a head nod.
"Okay." I agreed. I promised myself that I would be watching him closely to make sure that he didn't breach his word to me. As he reached for the shampoo and conditioner bottles he had previously set out, my gaze followed his motions. He walked behind me, out of my line of sight, and I tended. He popped the cap on what I could only imagine was the shampoo bottle, and I winced.
"Relax." I found his voice to be peaceful and calming. I reassured her, "I won't hurt you." His long, thin fingers started thoroughly massaging the shampoo into my hair. My scalp was softly touched by his nails, which made me want to groan. I unconsciously started to relax, turning under his hands into putty. When he was through, he retrieved a cup from Goddess knows where and started pouring water upon my head from the tub. To ensure that no soap drips into my eyes, he softly pushes my forehead at the hairline with one of his hands. When he did the same thing with the air conditioner, I almost slept off in his hands. I had previously leaned towards the hands that were doing magic on my head while I had closed my eyes.
He had already completed washing my hair and had switched to another task before I even realized it. I opened my eyes to find him kneeling by the tub, holding a washcloth when I finally realized he had stopped. He raised his hand, and a soft grin appeared on his lips.
"Unless you tell me otherwise, I won't touch anything that comes out of the water."
My right hand was the first to emerge from the water, enabling him to wipe off the dried blood with his open palm. My left arm came next, and since there was a wall on the left side of the tub, I had to sit up and lean over a little. I covered my breast with my right arm so he couldn't see if they peeked over the bubbles, while I reached across my body with my left arm so he could wash it. He never looked away from my arm or tried to see what I was attempting to cover up with his gaze. He did the same, climbing onto my legs. He never extended his hand beyond the middle of my thigh.
He pushed my hair out of the way and came around behind me again to start washing my neck and back, which were sitting out of the water. I was aware that he could see at least one of the scars that covered my back, but neither he nor I ever mentioned them.
It seems like I am finished now. He folded the washcloth and set it down so I could reach it before getting up. "You may linger here as long as you like, then go. The bed is yours when you leave. I have some paperwork to finish up, but if you need anything, I'll be at my office.
I said, "Thank you," and he moved toward the door.
There actually isn't an issue. He opened the door but stopped before making the whole exit. "I wanted to do it." And Megan, please don't be afraid to wake me up if you need anything; wake me regardless of what it is. He continued, slid inside the door, and softly closed it behind him.
I soon completed what he had begun. After emptying the tub, I started cleaning the areas that he had missed. I cleaned myself off with a towel and watched the now dark pink water swirl down the drain. On the counter, next to the first aid box, were a pair of cotton shirts for girls, a clean shirt, and underwear. I put the clothing on without wrapping my foot since it was virtually healed and no longer pained.
I tidied the bathroom, put everything back where I'd seen him take them, and hung the towels up to dry. I cleaned my hair and teeth and placed them back where I had found them before exiting the bathroom.
True to his promise, Alpha Orion was not present in the space, but the nightstand had a further little free piece of paper. I nearly refused to read it out of fear. I was terrified that Master had somehow entered this room with both Alpha and me and had left this for me to read when I was in complete shock. I still shook when I picked up the letter, even though it was a ludicrous thought.
I'm grateful, Megan. Goodnight, Jason
I grinned, put the paper down once again, and climbed into bed. Such that I could smell Alpha, I positioned myself and the blankets such that they were drawn up over my nose. My body was still warm from the hot bath, which rapidly warmed the blankets and made me feel cozier. In these circumstances, I fell asleep swiftly and without effort.