The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

India's POV.

Later on, in the evening, I decide to stop by the pack house.

I park in front of the huge building. It looks like an old—fashioned boarding school from the outside. When I enter, the bustling noise hits me. Children are running around; delicious smells are wafting from the kitchen and the whole place is filled with chatter.

'Hey, India,' Josie greets me and rushes past with her arms full of bed sheets.

'Hey, Josie, are you okay' I ask, rather amused by the disheveled appearance of my friend.

Josie was one of the first people to welcome me to the pack three weeks ago. She's thirty and the housekeeper for the main pack house.

'I'm alright, just a little stressed because it was wash day today and the dryer decided to break. I'm having to hang everything out instead,' she explains and begins draping damp sheets over the backs of chairs in the long dining hall.

'Do you want any help' I offer and she smiles gratefully at me.

'No, it's okay, I've got this. But could you do one favor for me, please'

'Of course.'

'Alpha decided to use the pack gym upstairs, we have a spare room for him in case he wants to crash here rather than at his own house.'

I know from being informed earlier that the Alpha and his son have their own house on the territory, separate from the pack house.

'Anyway, I realized there are no towels upstairs, wash day, of course.' She gestures to the stacks of washing around the room

'It's the room adjoining to the gym upstairs, number 23, just knock on the door and give him these will you Thank you so much.'

She hands me two folded towels.

I make my way up the huge double staircase and along the corridor, the room numbers increase as I walk along until eventually, I reach a door that says 'Gym'.

I knock on it and open it when there's no reply. I glance around the spacious room filled with various gym equipment. The walls are covered in mirrors and there are two TV screens attached to the walls for entertainment whilst working out.

My eyes land on a door on the far side of the room that says '23'. I walk over to it and knock, but there's no answer. Cautiously, I open the door and peek around it.

The room is empty. It is a plain room with a king—sized bed, TV, dresser and desk. The sound of a shower reaches me, and I look over to see steam coming from a slightly ajar door. Obviously, the en suite.

I step into the room and pause for a moment, wondering what I should do. The Alpha is presumably in the shower, so I decide to leave the towels on the bed.

I walk over to the bed and my eye is caught by a movement. The door to the bathroom is only slightly pulled to, he probably thought it was safe to leave it open because no one would be coming into his bedroom.

Standing in the wet—room style shower, is the Alpha. It's a walk—in shower that doesn't have a glass panel to shield my view. He is stood in all his naked glory under the shower spray. I freeze, completely entranced by him. He's tall, taller than 6 feet. His muscular build is impressive to say the least. His dark, tan skin is decorated with numerous black tattoos.

I gasp quietly as I realize, he is pleasuring himself. His large hand moves up and down his even larger cock. I remain both horrified and transfixed, unable to move, as he pumps his hand along his length. His eyes close and his head falls back. His lips part and the sexiest grunt can be heard over the spray of the shower. He comes over his hand, the white liquid instantly washed away by the water.

I drop the towels. They slide out of my hands in shock and fall gently to the floor.

It's at this precise moment the Alpha turns to get out of the shower and his eyes land on me. I'm on my knees, picking up the towels.

His eyes widen in shock but seeing as he makes no move to cover his delicious, muscular, naked, wet body, I quickly avert my eyes.

'Your towels, Alpha,' I stutter.

I hurriedly put them on the bed and practically run to the door. I'm running across the gym when I hear him call out.

'Wait!' He shouts, but I ignore him and run out of the door, along the corridor and down the stairs.