The White Wolf

Willow.

I was just about to go and shower when I heard the loud banging on the front door. I frowned as I contemplated on removing the towel around my body and putting on clothes.

But then I remembered I was just a guest. Lennard could handle it. Sitting on the bed, I perked my ears and decided to listen in.

“We’re looking for that wolfless woman,” A man’s voice said. My blood ran cold.

Standing up, I went and opened the door slightly before peering into the living room. Two guards from our pack stood inside. When one almost saw me, I hid behind the door.

“She isn’t here.”

“Move,” the man said.

“I said she isn’t here. The only woman in here is my girlfriend.”

The guard suddenly shoved him and he fell hard on the floor.

“Stop!” I said as I rushed out of the bedroom, not caring that all I had around myself was a towel. Lennard was sitting on the floor, one hand against his side. I hurried to him.

“Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” he said as I reached down and helped him up. I couldn’t believe these men had attacked a blind man simply because he refused to tell them where I was.

One of the warriors stepped forward. “Are you the woman who was at the Founders Day celebration?”

My eyes narrowed. I was about to lie when I remembered I had killed two assassins. If I could kill those, maybe my wolf could take down these ones as well. “Yes. What do you want from me?

“Were you the white wolf?”

I frowned. “The white wolf?”

“The witnesses saw a white wolf outside the pack house killing two assassins.”

I gasped. They were talking about me, or rather, the creature I had become.

“No.” I lied.

The warrior stared at me. “You didn’t shift?”

“No. I’m wolfless. That’s why the alpha rejected me in favor of my sister.”

The lie came out more easily than I expected and I liked it. He studied my face for a while, eyes searching.

The guard opened his mouth again but his phone vibrated so he glanced at the screen.

“Wait.” He raised his hand and held the phone to his ear. As he spoke, his eyebrows rose before his eyes widened. “It’s Liviana!”

The other two guards immediately turned toward him. ”What is it?”

The warrior lowered the phone. “Liviana is the white wolf.”

My heart stopped. Liviana?

“She’s the one who killed the assassins.”

“Then that means, she’s the lost Lycan princess,” another guard said.

What? The lost Lycan princess. I stared at them since I had heard about her since I was a child. The last princess of the ancient Lycan bloodline had disappeared years ago. She was kidnapped but no one knew where she was. Her disappearance was still a mystery. .

The guards suddenly became excited. “We need to get back there and see the princess.”

“How could we think this wolfless girl was a white wolf?”

They quickly rushed out of there and left me there frozen.

I was the one who killed the assassins but I had no idea what color my wolf was. Lennard didn’t either because he couldn’t see. Could my sister be pretending to be the lost lycan princess or was she really the one?

I turned toward Lennard who was still standing where I had left him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes.”

I stepped closer. “I’m so sorry for what they did to you because of me. Let me help you sit down.”

He didn’t protest so I reached for his arm and slipped it over my shoulder. He was much heavier than I expected.

As I pulled him upright, his body pressed against mine. Trying to guide him toward the couch, I felt something firm press against my thigh.

I froze, heat creeping up my face. Oh. My. Goodness.

Lennard was hard. I looked down. Judging by the size of the bulge in his sweatpants, he was huge.

I immediately looked away, trying to move away without making it obvious that I had noticed. Unfortunately, my sudden movement only made him stumble. I caught him again.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” I said although my heart was racing.

“Are you sure?” He asked as I helper him sit on the couch.

I nodded without looking at him. How could I possibly look at him now? I needed to get control of myself.

This man had saved me and given me somewhere to stay but I was standing there thinking about what was inside his sweatpants. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Thank you,” he said and adjusted his glasses.

Lennard was a very shy person and reserved. I realized that I barely looked at him. Which was why I had never noticed how handsome he was. He was even more handsome up close.

My hands traveled to his arms, I’d never noticed how perfectly sculptured they were. His chest was so broad it made me wonder if he was a hairy guy or not.

My eyes went down to the bulge in his trousers which had now grown even bigger, slightly sticking out.

I swallowed. He must have realized I was staring at him because he nervously crossed his legs and lowered his eyes.

“Are you staring at me?” He asked shyly.

I was slightly shy. But Lennard was too shy that his shyness made me feel more confident.

“Yes,” I admitted. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

He shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Should I stop staring at you?” I asked, feeling aroused. I could feel the wetness pooling in between my thighs, making my panty damp.

Why did I want a man I barely knew?

Lennard shifted again, uncrossed and crossed his legs, desperate to hide his obvious erection.

I felt even bolder. “Have you ever had sex, Lennard?”

He shook his head.

“I’m shocked,” I said going to sit next to him.

The short towel left my legs exposed but I didn’t mind since he couldn’t see.

“Why are you shocked?” he asked, his breathing now labored. I loved the effect I was having on him.

“You’re so handsome and sexy.”

“Thanks, I guess.” he said shyly.

“I know you don’t know me, but do you want to have sex with me, Lennard?”

“What?”

“I’m dying to have sex with you,” I confessed, the throbbing in my pussy increasing. “What do you think?”