He had set on on the counter next to the sink before turning away and started filling the bathtub. Rummaging through the draws he had opened, he pulled out bottles full of different liquids and poured them into the bath. Soon enough, the entire bathroom began to smell of vanilla and the bath was full of bubbles that seemed to reflect the colors of a rainbow. He gather more clean towels and place them near the bathtub for an easy reach. After he was done, he collected me in his arms once more and set me on the edge of the tub.

"Go ahead and get in and stuff, make your self comfortable. I left my first aid kit down stairs and I'm going to go get it so I can get that thing out of your foot." Leaving me alone in the room, he shut the door behind him to give me privacy to undress.

The blood had long since dried, making the shirt mold to my body. Slowly peeling it off, I slipped into the warm bath, the water around me turning pink. Even if the Alpha were to come back in here, it wasn't he could see anything. The bubbles he had put in here covered everything up to my neck. A knock sounded at the door, a clear indicator that he was back.

"May I come in?" He asked, his voice semi muffled from the door.

"Yeah." I responded quiet. Opening the door, he peeked his head in before slipping in the rest of his body, box in hand.

"Is it okay that I am in here or would you rather do it yourself?" He asked before approaching me.

"It's alright." At my answer he then moved closer to me. Kneeling down at the opposite end of the tub, he pulled out things he thought he would need.

"May I see your foot?" Lifting my foot, I could see my toes peeling out brides lifting my whole foot and setting on the edge of the tub. His large, warm hand gently grapes my ankle, turning it to inspect it more closely. His eyes solely focused on the bottom of my foot, not staying anywhere or tying to get a glance of that was hidden under the bubbles. I was very appreciative of that.

"It seems as if you had stepped on a broken beer bottle or glass of some sort." Digging through the box, he armed himself with a pair of tweezers.

"How did humans get so far into your land without being detected?" Only the human kind would littler, werewolves actually respect the land they live one.

"There is an area of land that was purchased as a hunting ground during the fall. They must have followed the herd of deer into my pack and had some fun." He gestured to the glass in my foot. "This is going to hurt." He frowned.

"It had to come out, though. Otherwise, it won't heal." He nodded his head and the frown was stilled adorned on his face.

"I do not wish to hurt you but I have to do this." He furrowed his eyebrows are he concentrated on what he was doing. He took careful movements, slowly pulling out the glass to try to keep my pain to a minimum. Once it was out, I could see the brownish amber tint of that thick glass that was once embedded deep into my skin. He then poured antiseptic onto a medical pad and began to dab at my wound. I hissed when the alcohol made it sting.

"I'm sorry." He locked eyes with me.

"It's okay." I assured him and he went back to work, being even more careful than before, if that was even possible. Once he was satisfied, he got up and collected the bloodied thing from the ground, including the shirt I was wearing, and threw them out.

"If it doesn't heal a lot before you get out, I will wrap it for you."

"Thank you."

"It's really no problem. I like taking care of you." His face turned a light shade of scarlet and he walked over to where my head was being rested on the tub. He awkwardly shuffled back and forth on his feet, his eyes staring at the floor.

"Are you alright?" I asked and stuck my foot back into the water. His face seemed to burn an even brighter red after I asked my question.

"Yes I um." He spoke erratically and kept stumbling over his words. "I was wonder if I could bath you. I won't touch or look at anything you don't want me to." He rushed.

Truth was, I kind of like the idea this; a big, bad Alpha male wanting to tenderly take care of a women. Something that I was a bit afraid of an not used to. I wasn't really sure if he would stick to his word of not doing anything I wouldn't want him to do or if he would take advantage of me. Then again, there is also the fact that I was so tired that o could lift my arms from out of the water and because it was so warm, I would be asleep if I hadn't been talking. I also really wanted the smell of death off my skin.

"You promise?" I asked. Kai and I had promises all the time and they say that you can't break a promise.

"I promise." He nodded his head.

"Okay." I agreed. I told myself that I would be keeping a close eye on him, to ensure that definitely won't be breaking his promise to me. My eyes followed his movements as he reached for the shampoo and conditioner bottles he had laid out earlier. I tended when he moved behind me and was no longer in my sight. I flinched when I head him pop the top on what could only assume was the shampoo bottle.

"Relax." His voice was calm and soothing to my ears. "I won't hurt you." His long, slender fingers began to massage the shampoo throughly into my hair. His nails lightly scratched at my scalp, making want to moan. My muscles involuntarily began to relax, making me turn into a putty beneath his hands. Once he was done, he grabbed a cup from who knows Goddess where he had that, and began scooping water from out of the tub and onto my head. One of his hands and up and gently presses on my forehead, by my hairline, to make sure that no soap ran into my eyes. He repeated the same thing with the conditioner and I almost fell asleep under his hands. Long ago, I had closed my eyes and leaned into the hands that were working magic on my head.

I didn't even notice that he had finished washing my hair and moved onto something else. When I finally realized that he had stopped, I opened my eyes to see him kneeling beside the tub and was holding a wash cloth. A gentle smile was displayed on his lips and he held up his hand.

"I won't touch anything that doesn't come out of the water unless you tell me otherwise."

My right hand came out of the water first, putting in his open hand and allowed him to wash of the dried blood. Next came my left arm, which I had to sit up for and lean over a little bit because there was a wall on the left side of the tub. Reaching over across my body with my left arm so he could wash it, I covered my breast with my right so he couldn't see them if they peaked over the bubbles. His eyes never left my arm, never strayed to try and see what I was trying to hide. Moving onto my legs, he did the same thing. His hand never when higher than the middle of my thigh.

He went behind me once more and moved my hair out of the way and began to wash my neck and back which was sitting out of the water. I knew that he could see one of maybe a few of the scars that littered my back but I never said anything about them and neither did he.

"Well, it seems that I am done." He stood up and folded the washrag and place it where I could reach it. "You may stay in here as long as you want and finish. When you get out, the bed is yours. I need to do some paper work so I will be in my office if you need anything."

"Thank you." I said and he walked over to the door.

"It's really no problem I wanted to do it." He opened the door but then paused before walking the whole way out. And Malia, do not hesitate to wake me up if you need anything, I don't care what it is, just wake me." He added and then slipped thought the door, shutting it gently behind him.

I quickly finished what he had started. Scrubbing the places that he did not and then draining the tub. I watched as the now dark pink water swirled down the drain as I dried myself down with a towel. A clean shirt, panties and a pair of girl's cotton shirts were laying on the counter next to the first aid kit. I slipped on the clothes and didn't bother to wrap up my foot, it didn't hurt anymore and it was almost healed.

Cleaning up the bathroom, I placed things back where I had seen him grab them from and hung up the towels on a drying rack. Before leaving the bathroom, I had brushed my teeth and my hair and putting those items back where I had found them as well.

True to his word, Alpha Orion was no where in the room but there was another little free piece of paper sitting on the nightstand. I was almost to afraid to read it. I was scared that Master had somehow got in here with both Alpha and I in here and left this for me to read in utter terror. Although, it was highly improbable, I was still shaking as I picked up the note.

Thank you, Malia. Sweet dreams

-Orion

I smiled and placed the note back down and slid into bed. I situated myself and the blankets so that they were pulled up over my nose, so that I may be able to inhale Alpha's scent. My body was still heated from the warm bath, quickly warming up the covers and making me feel more cozy. With these conditions, I quickly and easily dozed off.