Through the alleys a dark wolf ran, dodging sharp corners of low-classed apartments and signs of life that could take away her disguise. Not everyday you hear a human come home and tell their spouses or children they saw a ten-foot wolf running around the city's darkest corners. However, she was not worried of getting caught for which the alleyways were clear thanks to the time of night. Behind her, she could hear the thundering loud pawsteps of Travis chasing not far behind. She laughed, "Catch me if you can, brute.", the fae called over her shoulder. As the adrenaline kicked into her bloodstream, so did the knowing the reason why she was running home. At the alley's opening, she slowed her pace and phased back into her human-like skin, stepping out into the city lights and pacing quickly to the stoplight before crossing the street to the Francesca Hotel's entrance. The building towered over its neighboring buildings, filling the roads below with everlasting bright light. Stepping through the revolving door, she turned and waited for Travis to catch up, grabbing the key to her room from her back-pocket, then taking his wrist at moment's notice.
A glance was sneaked to the blonde shifter at the front desk, and she returned the look with a small smile and a look to the man with wide, attracted eyes that was following her Alphess. Noctavia stepped into the elevator, giving the woman a wink before the doors shut. This wasn't something one of her pack members had seen from their leader, sex was probably the least of their gossip since she trusted no one, but her pack and not even all of them at that. As the titanium box motioned up, she reached over and grabbed his ass, smirking slightly when she looked up at him. The numbers counted up with every floor, reaching to the last five where the shifter pack's scent was it's strongest, the feeling of her pack members being a few floors beneath making her feel at ease. Protection for her to those who try and come after her, or others.
The doors open, and her grip never released from his wrist as she pulled him to the door ahead of them. She shared the level to herself, also known at the most expensive and luxurious rooms in the hotel which was ironically named, the Alpha suite from the co-owner himself. When the lock clicked, it opened slightly, and even more when she shoved it towards the wall. Noctavia turned around slowly, placing her hands to feel down his chest, stomach and grabbing the pockets of his jeans inside. Her room was as dark as the color of her hair. Within the darkness lies a small living room of two couches, a coffee table, and flatscreen surrounded by all her favorite video games and movies. Around the corner, lies the closet of all her clothes ranging from an elegant dress all the way down to a pair of baggy sweatpants along with the black piano towards the line of windows to oversee the city below. For almost fourteen years she had lived in this very room, redoing it to keep up with the latest styles and fitting to her needs. The only challenge Travis had to face was walking up the narrow stairs to reach her queen-sized bed in the dark. Noctavia scraped her long canines against his neck, latching pleasurably onto his shoulder, leaving a trail of burning bite marks up his thick neck.
A glance was sneaked to the blonde shifter at the front desk, and she returned the look with a small smile and a look to the man with wide, attracted eyes that was following her Alphess. Noctavia stepped into the elevator, giving the woman a wink before the doors shut. This wasn't something one of her pack members had seen from their leader, sex was probably the least of their gossip since she trusted no one, but her pack and not even all of them at that. As the titanium box motioned up, she reached over and grabbed his ass, smirking slightly when she looked up at him. The numbers counted up with every floor, reaching to the last five where the shifter pack's scent was it's strongest, the feeling of her pack members being a few floors beneath making her feel at ease. Protection for her to those who try and come after her, or others.
The doors open, and her grip never released from his wrist as she pulled him to the door ahead of them. She shared the level to herself, also known at the most expensive and luxurious rooms in the hotel which was ironically named, the Alpha suite from the co-owner himself. When the lock clicked, it opened slightly, and even more when she shoved it towards the wall. Noctavia turned around slowly, placing her hands to feel down his chest, stomach and grabbing the pockets of his jeans inside. Her room was as dark as the color of her hair. Within the darkness lies a small living room of two couches, a coffee table, and flatscreen surrounded by all her favorite video games and movies. Around the corner, lies the closet of all her clothes ranging from an elegant dress all the way down to a pair of baggy sweatpants along with the black piano towards the line of windows to oversee the city below. For almost fourteen years she had lived in this very room, redoing it to keep up with the latest styles and fitting to her needs. The only challenge Travis had to face was walking up the narrow stairs to reach her queen-sized bed in the dark. Noctavia scraped her long canines against his neck, latching pleasurably onto his shoulder, leaving a trail of burning bite marks up his thick neck.