The cold against my skin brought back memories of the nights I spent as a child waiting for my father to return from work. I would sit on the pavement, eyes wet from the chilly breezes as I stared down the road, ignoring the presence of the werewolves patrolling up and down the neighborhood.
My mother would watch from the doorway of our home, not wanting to be far from my sleeping sister and brother. I still remember that feeling of pure joy when I saw my father finally approach, still remember the feeling of him gathering me in his arms even though he was so, so tired and squeezing me tightly, his throaty laughter like music to my ears.
Tears stung my eyes as I straightened at the edge of the pathway, hearing Xerxes leave the house. I turned to look at him, seeing the way his jaw was clenched tightly when he looked down on me. His hands lifted, and I slid into the coat that was offered. Before I could pull away, he took my hand, holding it firmly in his own. Silver eyes narrowed as he studied my face.
“Why are you crying?” He snarled, his eyes lifting to sweep behind me, as if trying to find the source of my sadness. I blinked away the tears rapidly.
“It was the cold.” I eventually said when his eyes settled back to me. Xerxes clearly didn’t believe me, but didn’t push for a truthful answer. Instead he pressed me closer to his side as Flynn stepped out the home and clapped his hands together, the expression of anticipation written across his face.
We began to walk, and it was then that I was handed a pistol by Xerxes, which I had asked for. Reluctance glimmered in his eyes as he did so, but I quickly tucked it away before he could change his mind and attempt to take it away.
I hadn’t quite known the expanse of Xerxes’ property, didn’t know he owned so much of the land behind his house. Trees came into view as we walked and then a deep forest. The cold night air picked up as we trekked through, the sounds of crickets singing in their own rhythm almost made the knot in my stomach go away. My grimness heightened when I saw the large, wooden shed that Xerxes led us to. Guards moved from their stations by the door as we approached, heads lowering.
“Good night.” The forced cheery sound of my voice contrasted with the quiet, tense, atmosphere. The guards continued to stare with somber looks on their faces, not saying anything. Xerxes guided me into the shed, Flynn trailing behind us. Our shoes echoed against the wooden, dirty floor, and my eyes narrowed in the darkness, as I struggled to see anything.
When the light above came on, my eyes immediately landed on the crouched man on the floor, chains on his wrists and ankles as he rested on his knees, his head bent as if in prayer. His shirt was torn, but there were no visible signs that he had been beaten or tortured.
Sander had yet to look up, and was simply staring ahead, straight at the floor. When I stood in front of him, it was then that his head raised slowly, eyes widening at the sight of me. Nothing was said for a couple heartbeats, and I could feel the stares from Xerxes and Flynn, who stood in the distance.
“Why did you do it?” I asked quietly. He didn’t move, hell, didn’t breathe. His glassy eyes continued to stare deep into mine, a simmering rage filling them. When he yanked himself forward, fangs bared, I didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger of my gun, the bullet sinking deep into his shoulder. The chains around his wrists rattled as he staggered backwards, falling to the ground heavily and I could hear the noises of Xerxes beginning to pace back and forth.
I crouched down to Sander’s side, pressing the gun to his temple. “The next time you try that,” I said. “I will aim for here.” The gun tapped against his forehead. His teeth clenched tight as blood pooled his shirt from the bullet wound. He wouldn’t die from it, but he sure would be in pain for a while.
“Why did you do it, Sander?” I asked again, straightening to my feet. His lips trembled as he internally thought of whether he should answer or not, and I patiently waited for the decision he would make.
“I was hired by Claire Johnson.” He finally hissed. “After I joined the Insurgency club, she hired me to kill you.”
Confused, I glanced over to Flynn and Xerxes.
“Did she say why?”
Sander grunted, his eyes flickering to the floor and then back to me, his wrath clear. “Many werewolves dislike you, Rebecca. You have changed the way we lived, have made us on the same level as humans. With you gone, The Alpha will not have to change anything further, will not listen and do whatever the hell you tell him because you’ll be dead,” The chains tightened as he strained against them. “He will understand that him changing the system was wrong.”
I frowned. “I am certain that if Xerxes truly did not want to change the way things were, he wouldn’t have. He does what he does now, because he wants to, not because of me. I may have said plenty of things to him in the past, about the corrupt system which was once established, but it was Xerxes himself who came to the conclusion to change that.”
Sander pressed his lips together, eyeing me distastefully. “I don’t believe you.”
I shrugged. “That’s fine. Whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter.”
His snarl had every muscle in my body tensing and I gripped the gun tighter in my hand.
“You will pay for your actions,” I snapped. “All of your actions.”
Him and I stared each other down, and I knew he knew what I was referring to.
“I have answered your question.” Sander spat, spittle falling from his mouth. “Now, will you release me?”
“No.” Xerxes answered before I could and I stepped away, letting him deal with him. I took one last look at Sander and left the shed, standing outside. Guards shifted, moving closer towards me as I braced myself against the door, head lifting to the sky.
I was confused. I thought the Insurgency club had been created so that humans could vent and display their hatred towards werewolves. However, it seems like there were werewolves involved in the club as well.
I sighed. There was one person I could ask, who could maybe help figure out this confusing situation. I would wait until I returned back home to call and ask for their assistance.
Minutes passed and I began to rock back and forth in impatience, waiting. The sound of a snarl, of choked cries and screams erupted, startling the ones around me. My blood ran cold at the chilling sound, the noises of bones cracking. I let out a breath, closing my eyes, listening to the screams of Sander’s pleadings to Xerxes, the whimpers he released before there was silence.
That night, after I returned home and slept beside Xerxes in the bed, I was plagued with dreams of my father begging Sander to spare his life and woke up with tears streaming down my face.
The smell of coffee woke me up in the morning, the light coming from the windows making me recoil further into the blanket of the bed. I could feel Xerxes beside me as my back pressed into the side of his leg.
My eyes felt heavy from the tears I had shed hours ago and I blinked slowly, rubbed at my eyelids tenderly.
My body warmed to the sound of him speaking, the bond between us thrumming as a result of my emotions. He could feel them, judging by the way he was now watching me. His hand lowered the cup of coffee he held, placing it on the bedside table when I sat up beside him, still trying to shake my sleep away.
“Morning.” I responded, stretching my toes under the covers. “What time i-”
A startled scream fell from my lips when strong hands grasped me, manuevouring my body effortlessly onto Xerxes’ lap, so that I faced him. Eyes which had once been silver were pitch black as they studied my face, undeniable desire in their depths. His hands pulled me closer to him, not allowing me any way to move if I wanted to. My chest brushed against his, our faces almost touching as he stared deeply into my eyes.
“No more running away, Becca.”
His fangs showed as he smiled, predatory eyes focused solely on me as he leaned forward, closing any distance between us. I gasped when his lips pressed briefly against my neck, my body melting into his own as they trailed up to my chin, to my cheeks and finally, to my mouth.
His kiss was anything but gentle. Passionate yes, but rough with need. His fingers felt warm against the skin of my waist when he began to lift up the bottom of my shirt, a shudder trickling down my spine as I allowed myself to succumb to his lingering touches, each stroke of his fingers against my body making me lust for more, making me become enraptured only on him.
All of my previous worry and sadness was replaced with an insatiable longing that had my hips rocking against his own. Deep moans came from him as I lowered my hands to touch and caress, his hands pulling at my pants. His lips sought mine once more as he moved me, lowering my body against the bed.
And for the next few hours, all I felt was bliss.
Sissy toppled out of her chair, landing hard on the ground. She shook off any pain and then stood, scrambling to the door, which George and Alyssa was walking through.
I noticed the way George gripped my hand tightly as she and Xerxes approached, his chocolate colored eyes going wide as he tilted his head all the way back, so he could look up to Xerxes.
Alyssa however, bounded over to The Alpha, grinning in excitement as she demanded that he show them to the pool. Sissy protested, wanting to show them her room instead and the two began to bicker playfully.
George cautiously followed Xerxes into his living room, grinning excitedly when he was handed a controller for a PS4, sitting down on the sofa.
I sent a text to my mother, telling her that the kids were settling down well. She had a date with her boyfriend and had no one to watch them, so I offered to do it.
Greta waltzed inside, her nose turning up at the sight of me and I responded with a smirk. She laid out some snacks on the coffee table in the living room and called over the girls so they could eat.
Xerxes and I watched from a distance as they ate, and Penelope, who had came this morning to drop off some files from Flynn sat beside us.
“They’re adorable.” She said, pausing when Alyssa released an ugly, loud, burp after sipping on a soda. “Sort of.”
Hours crept by slowly as the children entertained themselves by swimming, watching television and eating countless snacks and food provided by Greta and myself. By the time evening had came, George had warmed up to Xerxes and was shadowing him, watching his every action with awe and interest.
Alyssa held no fear towards him and was peppering him with many questions. Unlike me, Xerxes was patient, answering most of her questions with ease in a light tone. Both children were reluctant to leave when my mother came for them, but after my mother and I agreed on having them sleep over later in the week, they left.
I began to help Greta put away the trash, despite her scolds and protests. I still had to recover from my injuries, but the pain wasn’t too bad.
A cup of hot cocoa from Xerxes warmed my stomach after cleaning up, the heat from the mug burning my fingers as I lifted it to blow on the steam. My eyes flickered to the door every now and then, waiting.
Xerxes had began to notice my actions, and was studying me intensely. The doorbell rang and I stood immediately. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the door, slowly opening it.
Blue eyes gleamed as Mathew ignored the deep growl that echoed behind me when he stepped inside the house. He winked down at me, grinning widely. “Sup babe.”
The sex scene is in the next chapter, but it is not very long.