Alpha Maximus：The last lycan

Chapter 12

Hope

Max pulls me close, and we gaze into each other's eyes with desire, our lips almost touching,

before our lips smash together, and my fingers glide through his hair, and his hands are on my waist.

It’s the kind of moment fireworks go off in the background. I’m floating on thin air, as sparks fly between

us. We part, I blush, and look down. Max gently takes my chin and pecks me on the lips, again and

again, playfully going down my neck, and making me laugh. He lets me go.

‘Come relax and watch TV. I'm going to have a shower. Then I’ll go up the road and find some

fresh clothes and anything else you need, and we can have some dinner. I’m sure you’re starving,’ he

says.

I nod, and smile. Never having watched TV before Max has to show me how to use the remote,

and goes to shower. There is a knock on the door. I open it to see Nathan standing there with a

suitcase.

‘I have Alpha Max's suitcase. I’ll bring it in for you,’ he says, smiling. He puts the suitcase on the

bed.

‘If you need anything, I'm just one door away, okay?’ He says, and I nod.

‘Before I go, I just want to say, I'm really happy Alpha Max found you. He has also had a really

hard life. The wolf community have never accepted him. His pack are uncomfortable around him. But

now you're here, I hope when everyone sees you together, and how happy he is, they’ll see he isn't a

monster. You have already made such a huge impact on Chaos. He has been longing for you. Things

will only get better when he meets Storm,’ he says, smiling.

‘I'm glad Max found me too. I'm glad he has you as a friend,’ I confess, smiling.

Nathan leaves, I shut the door and walk over to the bed. I unzip the suitcase, refold his clothes,

and put them neatly in the cupboard. At the bottom of the suitcase is a black box with gold letters. I run

my fingers over the letters.

MAXIMUS. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

That must be his proper name. I like it. I’m smiling. I store it on the shelf in the cupboard. I squeeze

the suitcase into the bottom of the wardrobe and Max comes out soaking wet, with a towel wrapped

around his waist. Frozen, I admire his pecs and muscles.

‘Like what you see?’ He asks.

‘Sorry. I didn't mean to stare,’ I say, quickly turning to face the wall.

He spins me around, against the wall, and smashes his lips against mine, passionately. I wrap my

arms around him, pulling him closer to me. We part to catch our breath.

‘You can stare at me all day long if you want to,’ he says, flirtatiously. I blush again and stare into

his sweet blue eyes.

‘You’re really cute and adorable when you blush,’ he says, pecking me on the lips and getting

dressed.

‘Hop in the bath while you wait for me,’ he winks. I smile and nod.

‘Oh, and you didn't have to do this,’ he says, pointing to the neatly-folded clothing.

‘It’s okay. I wanted to,’ I reassure him. He smiles and nods.

I fill the tub with water, and squeeze the whole small sample of bubble bath in, watching the

bubbles grow.

After undressing, I slowly step in and sit down. I have never had a hot bath, or seen bubbles.

With the face washer, I wash my face, neck and arms. I scoop the bubbles up and blow them into

the air, watching them float around. Max taps on the bathroom door when I’ve lost track of time.

‘Is it okay if I come in?’ He asks.

Bubbles cover my body so I don't feel shy about him entering.

‘You can come in,’ I say, and he comes in and smiles.

‘You’re more beautiful than I could have imagined, Hope,’ he says, admiring my clean face.

They don't have shampoo and conditioner here, so I got you some. And I wasn't sure what size

you are so I had to guess. The lady at the store was really nice. She helped me pick some items. I

growl when he mentions a girl helped him. He tilts his head and laughs.

‘It's okay. I only have eyes for you, trust me,’ he says.

My eyes light up and I smile.

‘Here, let me wash your hair,’ he says. He tips a cup of water down my hair, squeezes the

shampoo onto my head, and massages it in thoroughly. His fingers massaging my scalp and hair feels

so good, I almost purr.

He rinses the shampoo out, applies the conditioner and washes it out.

‘Lean forward,’ he says, and I lean forward and he scrubs my back with soap and a sponge.

‘Okay. I'll leave the rest to you, and wait for you out here,’ he says. I nod. I watch the water drain

down the bath’s plughole, while I dry myself; I don't remember ever feeling this clean.

I wrap my hair up in another towel, and leave the bathroom. Max is sitting on the bed with clothing

laid out for me.

‘I'm not sure what clothes you like, so you just choose,’ he says.

‘Okay,’ I smile.

There are jeans and a shirt, a short-sleeved, knee-length dress, a navy cardigan, and a fluffy

jumper. In a bag there’s a nighty, socks, and underwear. Max gives me some privacy and goes to

watch TV.

I put a matching set of black undergarments on, and the jeans, shirt and the fluffy pink jumper on

over the top. I fumble around for some socks; I’ve never worn socks before. Struggling to get them on, I

fall off the bed.

‘Hope? Are you okay?’ Max yells.

‘Yes, I'm fine,’ I yell back.

Inside a shoe box, is a pair of white Converse sneakers. I put them on and stand. Laughing, I

wriggle my toes and spin around. I walk back into the bathroom to brush my hair, and when I see

myself in the mirror, my jaw drops.

With all the dirt and dry blood washed off, my face is unrecognisable. My hair is very white, my

silver eyes sparkle; complementing my pure white hair. My hair is fluffy and straight, and falls past my

shoulders.

Skipping and humming out of the bathroom, I’m excited to show Max how different I look. He is

talking to Nathan.

With a big smile on my face, I open the door and twirl around in front of them.

‘What do you think?’ I ask, excitedly.

‘Where did Hope go? Because if that’s Hope she is one hot babe!’ Nathan says, and I blush and

twirl around. Alpha Max stares at me, grabs me by the waist, lifts me up, and my legs naturally wrap

around him.

Against the wall, our lips smash together and his tongue enters my mouth; our tongues moving

around with desire.

His member presses against my stomach. He pulls his head back, gasping for breath.

‘You look incredible, Hope. If Nathan wasn't here, I’d eat you up!’ He says.

‘I heard that,’ Nathan says.

‘Do you really think I look good?’ I ask, shyly.

‘If Alpha Tate saw you right now, he’d be kicking himself for rejecting an utter beauty like you. He’s

a fool, I knew you were perfect the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re mine. I will never let him have

you,’ he says, kissing me and putting me down.

‘I think it's time we eat,’ he says, taking my hand.