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Twenty Four

Rose


Everything wasn't sinking in until now. Judah had kicked Beta Ace out of his house with a receipt for damage to his door then he stormed off into the bathroom to shower. He left me alone and bewildered. My mate kissed me passionately that rocked my world upside and then disappeared. So, yes, I am completely bewildered.

I made my way to the kitchen and opened his fridge. I am feeling anxious about many things. My mate stirred a sexual beast inside of me I never knew I had. I almost got killed which reminds me, who the hell did it? I need to ask him these questions. We need a serious sit down.

I didn't realize how long I have been staring into his fridge until I heard his footsteps in the hallway. He exited the hallway and his eyes immediately collided with mine. We held each other gaze for a little too long. He was the first to break away.

"All the food will rot and be spoiled if you don't close the fridge," he muttered.

I glanced back to his fridge and noticed it was actually stocked with food—fresh vegetables, fruits, steak, eggs, milk, and cheese. I moved to grab the bowl of cherries and closed the fridge. He glanced at my breakfast.

"Is that all you are eating?" he asked.

I nodded. "I don't know how to cook."

"You'll starve to death if I am not here then," he pointed out.

He walked behind the counter and to the fridge while I walked around him to sit behind the counter in a wooden stool. I sat the bowl down and picked a cherry out before popping it into my mouth.

"No, because you aren't the only one who knows how to cook. My mom will cook for me," I countered.

He threw me an irritated look before pulling out some a bag of fresh spinach, carton of eggs, and a carton of tomatoes. I watched him work in quickly whipping up the eggs, washing the spinach and tomatoes before chopping them up roughly. I watched my mom cooked many times. She always has an artistic way of decorating her cakes and desserts. However, Judah cooking is a completely different piece of art.

The way he chopped had a certain movement to it. It is like its own kind of dancing. Then when he tossed the spinach and tomatoes under the running sink water. How the hell did he do it? I watched the arm muscle flex. It didn't help that he wore a dark grey sleeveless t-shirt.

FOCUS, Rose.

I picked up another cherry and redirected my thoughts to important matters. Safety. Life. Risk. Dirty underwear. Anything.

"So." I cleared my throat.

He turned his head slightly to look at me, still cooking his omelet.

"So, did you find out who set my house on fire?" I asked.

He nodded.

Ok...so who?

"And?" I pressed.

"And she will be interrogated today," He told me indifferently.

"She?" I picked up another cherry to pop in my mouth. His dark eyes followed that one action and settled on my lips. The memory of earlier came rushing back between us. The air is tense.

"She?" I reminded him again.

"Bethany," he replied.

I can't believe this. So, his crazy stalkers are setting my house on fire. Are people this crazy? My eyes did a quick scan to see what about him that attracts crazy girls. I drew the conclusion that it must be the dark broodiness he carries. Crazy goes with crazy.

"I don't know how I feel about this," I muttered.

He slid the omelet into a plate and then pushed towards me. I looked down at the delicious goodness before looking back at him with a broad smile. I can't help it. I love food.

"For me?"

"No, I placed the plate in front of you to tease you."

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Just eat it," he snapped.

I picked up the fork that was on the plate and cut a piece of omelet before bringing it to my mouth. The second it hit my mouth, I couldn't stop smiling. My eyes widened with happiness.

"This is so good, I could die right now and I wouldn't care," I smiled brightly.

There was a warm glint to his eyes but he blinked and it disappeared. Giving me another irritated look he pointed back to the plate.

"It is only an omelet," he muttered.

"Speak for yourself. This is a delicate piece of art. I need to take my time eating it slowly," I pointed out.

He made himself one and leaned against the counter to eat it. I shoved the whole thing in my mouth in seconds. He slid his over to me to finish to which I gladly accepted.

"So, who will interrogate her and what will happen? For the record, she's guilty." I shrugged.

"I will be interrogating her," he answered.

"What?" I questioned in shock.

"I'm the Gamma of the pack. I specialize in interrogation and war tactics. I know what I am doing," he explained.

"So, you are going to torture her?" I said, interested in knowing what will happen.

"Yes, I will chain her to the wall and whip her with a silver whip. If she doesn't fess up, I'm going to put a cloth over her face and then drown her with water. If that doesn't work, I'll pull out all her nails-"

"What? That's horrible!" I retaliated. "That can't be legal?"

He rolled his eyes. "You really are gullible. I will not need to go that far to prove her guilty. She will talk and when she talks, she will be handed over to the authorities where they will handle her for attempted murder."

"Oh," I breathed a sigh in relief.

He eyed me warily. "You're weird."

"Well, honestly, I don't know if I should be offended."

"She tried killing you and you aren't asking me to inflict pain on her. Do you realize how much efforts it is taking me not to rip her throat?" he muttered.

He wants to kill her. Does he care for me? My eyes flew to him to find out more but he had turned away to wash my first plate.

"So, when will you go interrogate her?" I asked.

"Today at three in the afternoon. Stay here. Don't go anywhere. Beta Ace brought over your assignments and you are excused for today. Seeing that we will be hit with our yearly storm, you don't have to worry about going to school for a few days," he answered, still washing my plate. He placed it on the drying rack before turning to face me.

"When will the storm hit us?" I asked.

"I checked the weather and they said in the evening around four to five but it might be later." He shrugged.

"Wait. Why don't I go with you? I can stay with my mom." I gave him a bright smile. It disappeared a second later when he gave me another irritated look.

"I said, stay home. What part don't you understand?" he snapped.

"The part why I need to stay home," I answered with a nod.

He rolled his eyes and pushed away from the counter. He walked past me and down the hallway. I followed behind him. When he reached his bedroom door he spun around to look at me.

"Did you want to see me change?" he asked.

"What?"

"I need to change my clothes, Rose." He looked at his bedroom.

"Oh, ok." I blushed before spinning on my feet and running back to the living room where I fell onto the sofa in mortification.

He came back to see me screaming into his sofa.

"So, you're trying to suffocate yourself now. Honestly, I question your IQ."

I lifted my head and threw him a glare. I saw the glimmer of laughter behind those brooding eyes. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Pushing myself off the sofa, I stood up in front of him.

"I was just practicing torturing methods for when I will have to suffocate you with a pillow," I growled before walking around him.

I walked to the front door, whipped it open and stepped outside. Immediately, I can already smell the incoming storm. The sky was super dark already. I stopped on the porch and felt Judah follow behind me. He walked to stand beside me before looking up at the sky with me.

"The storm is coming soon. I don't think you should go. You should cancel the interrogation," I said, turning to look at him.

"It will be fine," he answered gruffly.

"I think-"

"Are you saying you care for me, Rose?" he questioned. His eyes found mine and I stopped talking. We continued to stare at each other, standing on the porch underneath the impending storm. I felt my heart beat against my ribcage. Do I care for him?

"What? No. I was just wondering," I grumbled, looking away.

He didn't say anything. Instead, turned to look at the sky with his face tilted up. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes. We fell silent right after.

"How did you learn to cook?" I asked.

"I live by myself. It wouldn't make sense to go to the packhouse for my meals," he answered and I felt immediately stupid afterward.

"Oh yeah, well if you are going to mate with me then you will cook my meals!" I snarled back, feeling instantly irritated with him.

"Fine," he replied.

Wait, what? NO! You were supposed to say no. I want to pull at the ends of my hair at this point. Huffing, I crossed my arms and glared at the green bush before me.

"I like the rain," he said out of nowhere.

I looked at him and then at the sky.

"It's calming, isn't it?" I added.

He nodded. "The smell of the after rain is calming too."

I smiled and looked up at the sky.

"Before we came here, my mom and I use to travel a lot. We would live from abandoned cabins, cottages, and even caves. When it rained, my mom will allow me to go outside and play in the rain. I'll get completely soaked and she wouldn't mind. I remember when the rain has stopped for the night, how earthy the earth smells. This smell reminds me of those days."

He turned to look at me. His eyes boring into mine intensely. My smile disappeared and for a second, I thought it was something I said.

"Do you remember much from childhood?" he questioned, not looking at me now.

I shook my head. "Honestly, I was still very little. I don't remember much, only a few faint memories when I was older."

He nodded satisfied with my answer before turning back to look at me. He grasped one of my shoulders in one hand and the other pinched my chin. He lifted my face to look at him.

"Don't leave. Stay inside. If someone knocks, don't open if you don't know who they are. After I finish the interrogation, I will come home immediately."

"But the storm-"

"I will come home, Rose. I won't leave you here alone," he interrupted and I can see he was serious about this.

"Well, it makes more sense if you just take me with you," I grumbled.

"I don't want you in the packhouse right now. I promise I won't take long. You just need to remember what I told you."

"Stay home," I replied.

His lips twitched. "Don't step outside of the house. Stay inside. If someone knocks-"

"Don't open it. Got it, dad," I said sarcastically.

He sighed before turning me back inside the house. I walked a few steps before turning to look at him. He gestured with his eyes for me to quickly go in. I sighed before walking inside the house. I closed the door. He stood in front of the door for a minute before he turned and walked down the steps and down the driveway.

I sighed in exasperation. I am being attacked by Bethany. I am not even surprised. That girl has been out to get me since the resort.

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