I was hesitant to knock on her door. I don't know how long I had been standing there, but I just couldn't knock. What if she was asleep? It was silent on the other side of the door and the lights were off but I couldn't hear her breathing either.
What would I say anyways? Just apologize and hope she forgives me? I'll grovel on my knees if that's what it would take to make her happy. Why did I have to screw up so badly? I sighed and pressed my forehead to the door. I needed to male this right somehow, but what if she doesn't forgive me? She was right. It was my fault that she got stuck walking in the rain.
I was grateful that Gage was able to find her but I didn't like the way they were acting towards each other. Like they were a couple. I wanted to rip his head off when I saw the way he was touching her, carrying her, but I was scared of hurting her even more. A thought struck me. What if they were a couple? What if that's why she was so reluctant to be with me?
So many questions were running through my mind right now but to answer those questions, I'd have to gain her trust and I wanted that more than anything. I wanted her to trust me, rely on me. I wanted her to be mine.
Suddenly, the air was pressing against me and the most wonderful scent filled my nose. I snapped my head up and saw Shyanne standing at the top of the staircase, watching me with a scrutinizing expression. I stepped away from the door, feeling awkward to be caught standing there like a creep. She walked past me and went into her room. Without thinking, I pushed my way in before she could close the door.
"What are you doing," she asked in her sweet melodic voice, but her tone was anything but sweet. It was hostile. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent but then I let it go.
"I'm sorry. About everything. I don't understand what's happening to me and it's become harder to control myself." She glared at me and then reached to pull her hoodie off.
I had never seen her without a hoodie, except for when I met her in the woods, but I hadn't been paying attention then. Her white tank top was wet and clinging to her perfect frame and I could see the black sports bra through the thin material. I sucked in a sharp breath and reluctantly pulled my gaze away just in time to catch her eyes.
"Will you leave now?" Her voice was cold and clipped. "Gage is waiting for me in his room if you don't mind." Oh I minded. I minded a lot. I clenched my fists, wanting to go let Gage know what was mine and that I don't share. "What are you doing in his room," I pushed out between my teeth.
Her eyes narrowed and she looked angry. "I don't think that's any of your business," she said. A pulse of anger flashed through me but I held it back. "We can do whatever we want in his room," she continued. I literally saw red in my vision. What was she implying? That they were about to have sex in his room? I growled at the thought of his hands touching her like that.
Without thinking it through, I ran to her and pushed her against the wall. Mark her! My lycan wanted to take her all to myself. With that thought, I brought my mouth down to the base of her throat. This is my chance. All I had to do was pierce the skin and she'd be almost completely mine. I kissed and sucked softly at the hollow of her throat.
She reacted immediately and I loved it. She pushed her long, thin fingers into my hair and held onto me. Maybe she wanted me after all. I had just started to feel her with my teeth. She tasted even better than I had imagined.
Once I started to nibble her neck, getting ready to sink my teeth into her, she pushed me away, her eyes wide. I was confused. I thought she wanted me. It smelled like she wanted me and I could feel the heat pulsing between her legs, even from here. She was turned on and I felt smug at the thought that I was the one to be able to do that.
"What are you doing," she asked after taking several deep breaths. "I- I don't know," I lied. I was still wondering why she pushed me away. I shook my head slightly. Then looked up at her. I took a deep breath to calm myself but that didn't work. All I smelt was her. I pushed up against her once more, but I decided that it would be better for both of us if I didn't try anything else.
"Don't go back in there. Please," I whispered desperately. I couldn't stand the thought of her being alone with Gage in his room. "Why not," she asked. I inhaled her delicious scent one more time before letting it go again. She shivered and I leaned closer, but I didn't touch her yet.
"Because you're mine and I don't like sharing," I admitted. She seemed angry again when I looked into her dark blue eyes. I waited for her to get mad and I was expecting it when she yelled.
"I'm not just some object that you can call yours. I'm not yours or anybody's for that matter. I don't like you, I don't want you, so let me go and get the hell out of my room Alpha." I flinched at the venom in her tone. She truly didn't like me or want me. I had fooled myself into thinking that for a second, she did, but I was terribly mistaken.
Defeated, I let her go and walked out and went to my room a few doors down. That was it then I guess. I wouldn't stop fighting for her though. She was mine, regardless of what she or anyone else thought. Whether she wanted it or not, I wasn't letting anyone else have her.
I sat at the edge of my bed and listened. Would she go back to Gage's room? It would hurt if she did, but I wouldn't stop her. She's not nice when she's mad and I don't want to argue with her because I'm a lot worse when I let my feelings take over.
I waited for awhile, but her door never opened. Was she sleeping? I looked at the clock on my phone and it told me that it was four in the morning. She got here at eleven last night so I'm guessing that she was asleep. I stood up and slowly crept down the hall. I listened for a second and I could hear her uneven breathing. She was still awake?
I slowly and silently pushed open the door just enough that I could see. She lay on her bed against the wall. She was on her back and staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes were open and she seemed deep in thought. What was she thinking about? I wanted to know so badly. Was she thinking about me? Probably not.
I quietly closed the door and I wandered the large house. I ended up in the kitchen and I sat at one of the bar stools at the counter. I folded my hands on top of the counter.
I was so lost in thought, I didn't notice anyone walk in. The seat beside me moved and I looked over to see Gage beside me. Great. He was the last person I wanted to see right now.
"Are you okay," he asked me. I just shrugged in response, hoping that he would take the hint and leave. He didn't, of course.
"Why did you try to kiss Annie?"
I ignored the question and looked at him. "Why do you call her Annie?"
"I think it suits her better. I call her that or Anne. She's not exactly shy, so I don't use the beginning of her name. Are you going to answer my question now," he challenged. I turned away from him and looked down at my hands.
"No," I said simply. Then I followed it up with another question before he could say anything.
"Are you and her like… a thing?" T felt like bile in my throat just suggesting the thought. I couldn't imagine what would happen if he actually said yes.
He gave a short laugh and answered. "No. I've tried to make into something more. Just last night as a matter of fact, but she said it wasn't the right time since you killed Alph- Cody. She's mad at you for that. He was finally accepting her."
I felt bad again. Not because I was the reason she turned him down (that wasn't it at all) but because I was reminded that I killed someone in cold blood.
"What do you mean, 'finally accepting her?' Wasn't she already accepted? I mean, I get that she's an Omega but I didn't think a pack would cast them out like that," I said.
"Well… Annie's a different case. She's never been truly accepted. We took her in but that doesn't mean that everyone was happy about it."
Now I had even more questions on my mind. "Took her in," I asked. He seemed hesitant at first but I wasn't going to just let him drop it. He seemed to realize this so he started explaining.
"Shyanne is from a different pack. They were having problems and her parents thought it would be safer here. They knew Elizabeth and Henry, so they gave her to them to raise her. Jeremy took her in like a sister he had always wanted and they were happy to finally have a daughter, but once she shifted, everybody started scooting away from her. Including me."
"That necklace that the girl broke was the only thing she had from her real mother and she was upset about it earlier. It's changed her though. She smells different and she started emanating this power that she's never had before, which is weird." It was weird. I had noticed it. Once she no longer wore the necklace, I was immediately drawn to her. Was the necklace cursed or something?
"What happened to her old pack? Why didn't they come back for her?" Gage seemed uneasy now, which only made me more interested.
"Well… they were kind of killed. The whole pack was eradicated by a couple of lycans." Oh. That's why he seemed so squeamish all of a sudden.
Gage yawned and said he was going to bed now. I wished him a good night and he walked back upstairs. Now I had even more questions on my mind. Did she know about her former pack? Was that why she hated me so much? What was wrong with that necklace?
The air changed suddenly and I turned my head to see her walking downstairs. I glanced at the clock on the wall to see that it was already eight o'clock. She looked tired and she let out a huge yawn. There were dark circles under her eyes and she dragged along.
"Didn't you get any sleep," I asked.
"Not really, but I have to get ready for class," she said.
The corner of my mouth pulled up as I watched her open the fridge. "We're suspended, remember?" She froze for a second and groaned, causing me to chuckle. She poired a glass of milk and chugged it down. After rinsing out her glass, she headed back to the stairs. I'm going back to bed. Don't let me sleep past twelve please." I nodded and she disappeared up the stairs.
At eleven thrifty, I was still sitting at the kitchen counter, blankly staring at the small TV on the wall. The news was on and the reporter was spouting some bullshit about the economy. I heard light footsteps on the stairs and I already knew it was her.
I looked over at her locked my jaw. She had changed and now she was wearing an oversized Guns N' Roses tee shirt that stopped at mid thigh. It didn't look like she was wearing anything else and I felt my blood rushing to my lower region. God dammit.