C3 Pampering him

Once the water was ready, Cassandra got to her feet and looked at me. She was on her knees, before, testing the water temperature.

“Take off your clothes, dear.” Cassandra said and I looked at her, unsure. “I can go out, if you prefer. Call me when you’re done.”

I just nodded and, once the door was closed, I started to try to take off my clothes, but the process was slow and painful. My back was really hurting, but I would not ask for help.

It was not normal to me to be naked in front of another werewolf. I’ve heard the rogues saying that it was okay, no great deal, but I have been told that my body was terribly ugly, by my adoptive mother. Skinny. Too skinny and with no curves. So, I was ugly and it was quite offensive of me to show off such a body. That was why I have been avoiding being unclothed near anyone.

Cassandra seemed to be nice, but I had to remember that those wolves were not my friends. They were strangers, who had me locked in a cell, as an enemy and even slashed my back. If I complained or asked for too much, they might lose their patience with me and life might get difficult. More difficult. So, I would behave the best I could.

I entered the bathtub. The water was warm and relaxing and I smiled. It was so nice! I used to bathe in rivers and waterfalls. And the water was normally very cold. That was my first time ever in a tube. The feeling was amazing. My back, unfortunately, didn’t like to be soaked in water. The sensation was that my wounds were burning, but then, after a while, I could feel the rest of my body relaxing and the wounds on my back were not that painful anymore.

I saw the soap that Cassandra had shown me before, along with the shampoo and conditioner. All smelled good and I was delighted. Was that how wolves in a pack used to live? If that was true, then, they had everything to be happy. I was happy. For how long, I had no idea, but I was going to enjoy the moment. If something I’ve learned in this life is that we have to try to take the best of every situation. It was not easy to pass through our fragilities, but, whenever we felt it was safa, even for a second, we should hold on to it.

In my case, Cassandra could just enter the bathroom, tell me to get out of the water, say it was all a huge mistake and that I should get back to the cell. The dirty, dark, stinky cell. I would go, unhappy, with a broken heart. But to try to mend my heart, even a little bit, I should remember how good it was while I was still inside the warm and delicious water.

A knock on the door made me look up.

“Are you done dear?” Cassandra asked. But I didn’t want to talk. I did talk to Aaron because he was kind of a threat, and had an aura that made me talk, but I didn't like the sound of my voice. Everyone said my voice was so annoying… I didn’t want to annoy Cassandra or anyone else, especially inside that pack.

Cassandra opened the door and looked inside.

“Is the water cold, already?” Her tone was gentle. I had not realized that the water was not warm anymore. That could only mean that I stayed lost in thoughts for too long. I looked at the female and nodded. “Good, Then, it is enough.”

Cassandra entered and took the towel from the hook, opening it, so I could get up and wrap myself in it.

“You look very different now, do you know? I can barely recognize you!” Cassandra said. I could only imagine how dreadful I must have looked, all covered in mud. Dry mud. And all the dust and dirt from the floor or the cell, that definitely stuck to my skin once the mud was still wet.

Cassandra took me to the bedroom and there was a set of clothes, folded, on the bed.

“Lay on the bed and I’ll apply something on your back, before you put your clothes on.”

I was not into letting someone near my wounds, but I thought it was just to help. Cassandra didn’t seem to want to hurt me. I laid on the bed.

For a while, nothing happened. Then, I realized that she must be looking at my ugly body, full of scars and purple bruises aside from the slashes caused by the whip.

Then, I felt a warm and soft touch. She was applying something on my back. First, it burned, then, it was cool and I finally felt nothing. Nothing. I smiled. No pain!

A week had passed and I had learned so much! I got two days to rest in that same bedroom I first had my wounds taken care of. I always dropped dead when Cassandra told me that the bedroom was going to be mine for as long as I stayed there. Or so she was told.

“That’s enough, dear.” Cassandra said to me, once I had cut three carrots. “Now, we are going to add it to the blender, right here.”

We were preparing carrot cake with chocolate topping. It was Erik’s favorite. Erik was the name of the Alpha. Cassandra told me the next day she was teaching me how to mop the floor.

Cassandra always made the cake on Saturdays, but sometimes, when they were too busy with chores, especially if they had visitors, sometimes she wouldn’t be able to bake the delicious cake. Erik never demanded it. It was all Cassandra's doing. And for what I could see, she loved that man. Not because he was her superior. No. She said she knew him since he was a kid and he was a lovely male, even though he went through really hard things in life.

I didn’t say anything in return, but how could an Alpha have suffered so much in life? More than a rogue? More than I’ve suffered and endured in my whole life? I was not judging. Or trying to minimize his feelings or his History of life. I was just really curious.

Looking at how Cassandra treated me and was very loyal to that pack and to her Alpha, sincerely, I decided that I wanted to stay there for a while. And, for that, I would have to show them I was one to be kept. I would learn everything, try hard to be the best in everything they asked me to do. Not to be more than the others, but just because I knew that I, a foreigner, would have to work double to be accepted there. I was not a pack member. I had to earn my living there. She wanted to be trusted, she wanted to have her freedom.

Now, I was smiling while Cassandra showed me how to prepare the cake. I can say, one hundred percent sure, I had never, ever, smiled so much in my life! During that week, I had both: suffering and happiness. And, in the end, I was quite satisfied.

When she mentioned that Erik, the Alpha, loved that cake, I won’t lie. I got frustrated. The guy just sent someone to hurt me. I was locked up. A wolfless creature - since I believe his Beta had told him so - defenseless… He set someone to whip me. That was not only cruel, but also, cowardly. Just like her adoptive parents. And that made her dislike the big bad Alpha of the Night Shade Pack!

I didn’t want to pamper him. But, he owned that place, and as mean as he was, I still had to be grateful he had not killed or even worse, kept her a prisoner to be punished for invading his territory, down there in that harrowing cell.