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Grey walked me towards a vehicle that was parked at the very entrance of the packhouse. It was a fancy, dark blue car. I timidly looked around me and waited for him to tell me what I should do, whether standing there or getting in.

"Are you sure you don't want to pack anything?" he suddenly asked next to me. I quickly looked at him, then down at my fingers.

I fiddled with my fingers nervously. I hadn't packed any of my clothes, but again, I wanted to take them with me—especially the memorable photograph of my parents I had, not my clothes. But I feared if I said yes and went to the basement... something... literally anything might stop me from going further.

I feared someone might not let me go. I feared I might change my mind when I saw the basement and how others lived. I feared my friends would change my mind. So I shook my head, clearly knowing alpha Grey would have to go through all the trouble to get me clothes.

"Okay then, Everleigh. Get inside," he said as he opened the backdoor for me. I looked inside the fancy car, at his hands, and then at him. I was confused. Why did he open the door for me when I could open it myself? It was actually me who should open it for him... I stared at Grey for a good minute but then went inside when he raised his eyebrows at me.

Grey closed the door when I was inside. He walked around the vehicle and got in through the other side door. He closed the door, and we were alone inside. I shifted to the comfortable seat, feeling really restless. I fiddled with my dirty fingers as I tried to get the dirt under my fingernails. I tried to preoccupy myself with it, but it was no use.

I looked out of the window of the vehicle. I could see a few of the pack members staring at us, at the vehicle. And their stare made me want to flee out of the car and run back inside.

As the driver started the engine and when the vehicle's wheels started moving, I heard a small siren in my head. Fear crept through my veins, and I started breathing heavily. It was really happening... I was going away from my packhouse.. the place where I had lived since I could remember.

I was going to another packhouse, another place where I knew no one but only Grey. And Grey was only someone whom I met a few weeks ago, I had only known him for less than three weeks, but I was already moving in with him. I started doubting myself about the decision I took.

Yes, I trusted him with all my heart. I trusted the relationship we had even though we weren't each other's mates... But going to a foreign packhouse made me feel restless and scared. Will they accept me?? Will they bully me for who I was?!

My hands started shaking when the packhouse faded away from my view. I met with a really unfamiliar road around me cause I'd never been out of my pack that far. The road was smooth with a layer of dry sand. The vehicle rolled down it without a sound. It was peaceful inside the car, but I was panicking.

Then alpha Grey's hands came into my view. He gently wrapped one of his hands around both of mine, which I was fiddling with. He squeezed my hands as if he was sharing his positive thoughts with me, giving all his strength to me.

I looked at our messily intertwined hands for a second and then looked at him. My heart started rapidly beating inside the rib cage as soon as our eyes met. Though the fearful feeling didn't leave my heart, looking at his gentle, encouraging eyes made me feel safe.

Then he extended his free hand and pressed a little button next to him. Soon after, a window-like thing appeared, separating us from the two guys who were seated at the front of the vehicle. The non-see-through plastic window gave us much privacy as it didn't show the two guys at the front what was happening behind. I felt much calmer that way.

"You know, you don't have to be afraid." Grey gently said. "I know I am taking you to a foreign place, a new place. But I am pretty sure everyone will find you interesting, everyone will love you and talk with you. It's very different in my pack. You will feel welcomed." he assured.

I looked at him for a second and nodded. I trusted his words.

Grey pulled his hand from mine and then put his arm around my shoulder. I gasped at his sudden action. His body warmth started wrapping around me like a blanket.

"Also, I have to tell you. I still can't let others know about our relationship. For now, we will be known as friends. Will that be okay?" he asked, his face coming closer to mine as soon as he released the words.

I bore my eyes into his and nodded.

Then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

His lips lingered on mine for a little while and then started moving at a slow pace letting me taste him. Though I was still inexperienced, I moved my lips to his slow speed.

Soon after, we were making out behind, separated from the other two guys.

I slowly pulled back when I felt I was running out of breath. But Grey wasn't done. He kissed me on my bruised cheeks and then my chin. He stopped for a while when I winced where it hurt from the wounds.

"Care to explain how you got these? Did someone bully you?" he asked.

I quickly shook my head. Grey sighed to my cheeks, his breath tickling my skin. He knew I was lying to him so he won't create any trouble or get angry. He nuzzled his nose on my cheek and stayed there for a second.

"I want you to tell me everything when I ask you again. I really want to know why you look this wounded," he said.

I pulled back my face and nodded. Then I initiated a kiss. My lips pressed on his to a firm kiss, in which he cupped my face and slipped his tongue inside in a dominating motion.

I was caught off guard by his sudden actions. He never failed to surprise me, and he had his unique way of doing so.

And I felt strange and new. Though we have kissed many times, we have never done it this way. I felt so many sensations. His soft tongue caressed every corner of my mouth. When it met with mine, there was an exchange of saliva. I felt as if it was the closest we could get to each other.

And basically, I loved it.

I stayed still, not knowing what to do. I let him do whatever he planned, whatever he wanted to do with my lips. Then after a while, he broke the heavy kiss and moved back. His lips glistened from the kiss. A smile played on his lips.

"You taste like honey and medicine," he said, resting his head on my shoulder.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I sat there frozen with his head on my shoulder. Then I slowly brought my hand and gently skidded my fingers through his silky hair. His hair was much softer than I thought it would be.

He hummed and moved towards my touch more. Suddenly I found him like a needy wolf, whining and asking for more touch and comfort.

So the rest of the journey, we went with Grey's head resting on my shoulder while I gently caressed his hair. What I knew was that we both loved the new feeling of being close to each other without being bothered about other people seeing us.