Sold To The Alpha
Chapter 11

Aaron was waiting by the front door, tapping his foot and glaring at his watch. He looked up as she stepped off the bottom step toward him, 'I said 20 minutes' he huffed, 'its been over half an hour, I do not like to be kept waiting' he growled. 'I'm sorry' replied Charity, 'I had to get changed and let Chloe know where I was going'.

Without another word, Aaron turned and walked out the front door, Charity quickly followed, hurrying to keep up with his long strides. He headed toward a large garage to the side of the pack house and pulled up one of the doors with ease to reveal a red soft top jeep with a white canvas roof. Pressing the fob in his hand he motioned for Charity to get in the passenger seat while he took the top off and folded it carefully into the back behind the rear seats. 'Too hot' he growled at Charity's questioning gaze, 'I don't like driving in a hot car. She quickly rummaged in her bag, searching for a hairband before dragging her hair into a messy bun. Aaron stared at her intently only looking away when she started to blush under his gaze.

Climbing into the driver's seat he put the key in the ignition and said 'seat belt' as he pulled his own over his rippling chest. Charity grabbed the belt and pulled it across her to click it into the holder causing her hand to briefly brush against his as he reached for the handbrake at the same time. She felt him stiffen at the contact before moving his hand toward the gears and slowly edging the car out of the garage and onto the sweeping gravel driveway.

After 10 minutes of silent driving Charity couldn't bear the uncomfortable atmosphere any longer, 'where are we going?' she inquired. 'Mall' Aaron replied gruffly, keeping his eyes on the road, the steering wheel held in a vice-like grip. Charity couldn't help but wish he would hold her with such intensity and immediately felt her body react to the thought. Pushing the mental image from her mind she shuffled in her seat so she was looking at him 'but I thought your kind stayed away from my kind' she said, 'supposedly we are all werewolf murderers trying to wipe you out or something'. Aaron barked with laughter, 'you listen too much to Chloe' he replied amused, 'no human would be a match for a werewolf let alone an entire pack, her mother is just overprotective, we spend a lot of time among your kind and none of you are any the wiser, we know how to blend in' he finished with a smirk.

Charity allowed herself to sink back in the chair, mulling over his words, out of the corner of her eye she saw him staring at her legs, looking down she was shocked to see that shifting in the chair had caused her skirt to rise up her thighs, exposing much more flesh than usual. Hastily she yanked the edge down, trying to cover her skin, and heard Aaron let out a breath she hadn't realized he was holding.

Before long they were pulling into a large car park in front of a huge building with glass sliding doors that just gave her a glimpse of marble flooring as people entered and exited. Charity jumped down from the jeep and looked around, unable to hide her excitement, she hadn't been to a mall since she was a child and her father would take her for a treat to buy her new clothes, and then they would sit and share a huge slice of chocolate cake from the family-run bakery. Mrs.Cole, the owner's wife, would always give them 2 squirts of cream, saying that Charity was her favourite customer with a warm smile.

Charity sadly smiled to herself at the memory before looking up to see Aaron watching her again, masking her sadness she smiled up at him waiting for him to lead the way. 'ready?' he asked and at her nod led the way to the sliding doors, checking over his shoulder that she was behind him.

Walking through the doors, she was hit with a cold blast from the air conditioning along with the smell of baked cookies and the tantalizing aroma of a sweet shop to their right. Grabbing her hand, Aaron started to pull her down the walkway toward the shops, noticing her surprised look he growled 'don't want you to get lost, this place is huge' as he strode toward a stationery shop and ushered her inside. 'Choose' he said gruffly, pointing at the pens and folders on the shelves. Charity stepped forward, she had always loved stationery, writing had been her passion. She ran her fingers along the line of notepads before carefully choosing an A4 one along with a pink binder and after a short internal struggle grabbed a pink pen with a cute fluffy pom on the top. Turning around she saw that Aaron was looking at her again, his eyes clouded, without a word, he reached forwards and grabbed a handful of pens and pencils in a variety of colours, 2 more binders, notepads of various sizes and a ruler and dumped them in her arms while muttering 'you'll need a pencil case' and grabbed a pretty pink metallic one to add to her pile. As they walked to the till he saw her eyes stray hungrily to the diaries that lined the far wall, without a word he veered off and picked up one that had deep red leather binding and a small gold lock and carried it too the till. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out an expensive-looking leather wallet and handed the cashier a $50 bill before taking the bag and his change and leading Charity back outside.

He handed her the bag as she stuttered her thanks, he looked at her heart-shaped face and surprised her by smiling, 'you needed the stuff' he said softly before leading her toward a clothes store. Charity tried to hold him back upon seeing where they were headed, 'Aaron' she whispered pained, 'you know I don't have any money', he stopped, turned and looked down at her, 'you need clothes' he said simply, 'you have like 4 outfits you rotate which you occasionally mix with the odd top you've borrowed from Chloe', Charity was dumbstruck, he'd studiously avoided looking at her since she got there, yet he knew what clothes she owned, still, she stubbornly refused to move, 'I was going to ask Alpha if he would mind me getting a job at one of the shops in the village, if he agrees I can use my paycheck to buy some new clothes, well once I have paid him back for what I cost him' she muttered pensively.

Aaron gazed at her in shock, 'a job?' he finally forced out, 'you don't need a job! you live with us!' Charity started to shake her head with protest, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, using his spare hand to tip her head up to look at him. 'The pack looks after its own' he said quietly, 'everyone gets what they need from the pack, and in return, we look after each other, take care of the pack house, and fight to protect the family. You need clothes, so you will have clothes, and to be honest, if I go back to the pack house and tell my father I let you continue to walk round in those barely held together rags I can promise you, you'd see my head on a spike outside the front door' he said gravely making her gasp, before he started to laugh, 'ok, maybe not that bad, I am his son' he conceded, 'but he'd definitely have something to say about it, he's very proud of his pack and takes it as a personal insult if anyone goes without' he said sternly before grabbing her hand, dragging her over to the store and through the door. What followed next was the most exciting hour of Charity's life, she tried on outfit after outfit, coming out of the changing rooms to get Aaron's approval each time. Every time she came out, he would hand her another dress or pair of jeans to try on, showing no sign of being bored of the endless fashion parade. Finally, she had settled on 3 pairs of jeans, including a pair with rips in the legs that she noticed Aaron had particularly liked on her, a strapless red top, some fitted t-shirts, and a new light blue dress that hugged her waist and hips snugly. Next, they made their way to the shoe shop where she picked out some strappy sandals with diamontes across the toes, some black flat lace up's for school and after seeing her almost drool at the sight of them, some cute checked vans that she refused to take off after he paid, so chuckling he threw her old trainers into the box before picking up her bags in one hand and grabbing her hand with the other.

She stopped outside the shop and smiled up at him, 'thank you' she said shyly before reaching up and pecking him lightly on the cheek. Aaron looked like he had been clubbed over the head, she could feel his heart pounding through his chest, 'is ok' he managed to mumble looking in her eyes, his piercing gaze making her feel like he was searching her soul. Suddenly he pulled into an alcove bringing her toward him, wrapped her in his arms, and pressed his lips against hers. Fireworks went off in her head, she opened her mouth to speak only to replace him push his tongue between her lips, discovering every orifice of her mouth. She started to kiss him back, placing her hands around his neck and running her fingers through his thick black hair. He moaned into her mouth before slowly pulling away panting. 'My God' he groaned, placing his head against hers, 'you have no idea what you do to me do you' he whispered, moving his head to her neck, 'I can smell you, smell your arousal, I can feel that you want me.' he breathed onto the base of her neck before slowly kissing up toward her ear. She moaned into his ear as her body reacted to his, a fire building within her centre at his touch.