Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Charis

I swallowed hard as his toned torso came into view, and my wolf stirred within me.

His body was lean yet muscular, clearly the result of rigorous training. Pale skin stretched over defined abs and broad shoulders that were begging to be touched.

I cleared my throat loudly, hoping to catch his attention, to give him a chance to realise I was still in the tent and maybe show some modesty.

If Kael heard me, he gave no indication. Instead, he proceeded to remove his pants as well, leaving him standing in nothing but dark briefs that left very little to the imagination.

This wasn’t like the casual undressing I’d seen in the dorms with those other boys. This was different. Seeing him naked made my stomach flutter, and my inactive wolf was more active than it had ever been.

He turned, and our gaze met each other for a second. I quickly lowered mine, busying myself with unpacking my bag. I tried to focus on my reality right now, which may have brightened up significantly.

I would be spending the night with Kael; the tent was big enough to accommodate both of us. We had a bathroom and a toilet, which was good because that meant I only needed to hide from one person.

He brushed past me towards the bathroom. As soon as I heard the sound of the shower running, I seized the opportunity immediately.

Moving quickly, I dug through the clothes in the bag and found something that would fit my disguise—loose-fitting pants and an oversized black linen shirt that would help hide my figure. I changed as quickly as I could, grateful for the sound of the running water that masked any noise I might make.

I couldn’t bathe—not without fresh bandages to rewrap my chest, which I didn’t have. So, I’d have to make do with the basic hygiene I could manage while fully clothed.