The next morning, I wake up refreshed. The sun is streaming in through the cracks in the curtains and the birds are chirping loudly. A yawn slips from my lips as I sit up in the bed. The talk with Alex changed things for me. Now, don't get me wrong I still despise him, but I just didn't feel like he would smother me with a pillow in my sleep. His wife, on the other hand, would kill me any chance she got.
I wasn't too worried about it though, with my recent new found powers, I felt stronger. My wolf talked to me much more often, much to my displeasure. She had even asked me to shift once or twice, but as much as I tried there was something that just wouldn't let me. It felt like a part of me was missing, like I didn't even have the ability to shift.
I got ready and went down. A part of me prayed to the goddess that he was in his office and I wouldn't have to face him, but the other part, the part deep, deep down that I never paid any attention too, yearned to see him. I never liked to admit that I missed my mate, especially when I had just seen him the night before, not even ten hours ago, but I did. Well, my wolf did. I would never admit that I, myself, missed him.
Sighing, I gather all of my courage and waltz into the kitchen. My breath catches in my throat when I see Alex sitting at the kitchen table . He had his head in a book and was quietly sipping from the coffee cup in front of him, but when I enter his head shoots up. His eyes are too intense and I look away, continuing over to the fridge.
I grab a carton of orange juice and a glass from the cabinet. I can feel his gaze still on me, burning a hole into the side of my head. I choose to ignore him. The one little thing that he did for me changed nothing. I had already thanked him and my feelings were still the same. I hated him, just as much as he hated me.
I forced myself to keep my stare on my glass and I turn to exit the room. A startled gasp leaves my lips, when Alex suddenly appears in front of me. The glass slips from my grasp and shatters on the floor. My eyes widen .
"I'm so sorry!" I yelp, turning and grabbing napkins from the holder.
Squatting down,I try my best to clean around the glass.
"Don't." Alex mutters, also squatting down and pushing my hands away from the spill, "You'll cut yourself."
"I'm fine." I say, gritting my teeth.
He was getting on my nerves. I wasn't stupid. I wouldn't grab the glass in my hands. I would be fine. Huffing, I throw away the napkins, walking over to the broom closet in the corner of the room. I grab the first broom that I see and head back over to the glass. Surprisingly, Alex had backed off and was now leaning against the marble island with his arms crossed over his chest. I quickly clean up the glass and throw it out, but not before I give him a harsh glare.
A scoff leaves his lips as I smirk over at him after placing the broom back in its rightful place. Ignoring him, I make my way over to the door, but as soon as I place a hand on the doorknob, Alex latches his hand around my arm and pulls me back into him. My breathing stills and I have to force myself to refrain from leaning back into his body. Whipping around to him, I give him a glare, which he responds to with a near lethal growl.
"You are disrespecting me." he spits, the veins in his neck bulging.
I roll my eyes and tug on my arm.
"You're hurting me." I whimper, feigning the pain.
"Bullshit." he grunts, "I would know if I was. I feel your pain."
"Damn it." I whisper to myself.
I had forgotten about that fact.
"What are you doing with my brother?" he growls, tightening his hand slightly on my arm.
I wince slightly, but allow a smirk to dance on my lips.
"Alex," I sigh, placing my hand on his chest. The muscles under my hand tense.
"I told you this already.." I continue, "He's my boyfriend."
"That little stunt last night did not look like you're a couple." he spats, "He was hurting you."
I roll my eyes again and huff, "He wasn't hurting me at all."
"You were squirming. I felt it." he demands.
"Well then I have no idea what you were feeling because he wasn't hurting me at all. Besides baby," I coo, putting emphasis on the word, "Haven't you heard couples always fight."
He growls lowly and I can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears, as his eyes turn dark. A small smile creeps onto my lips and I send him a wink, before shrugging off his grip. I slip out of kitchen and head upstairs.
My mind is whirling. I wanted to say so much more. I wanted to scream that he wasn't my boyfriend, that he was the one that I wanted, but I couldn't. I never could because of his wife and his daughter. He already started a life before he found me and it wasn't a good idea for me to mess that up.
A tear drops down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away. I had to leave. All I wanted was for Alex to be happy. My time here was upsetting everything. He can live a long life without me. He has been for years now. Before I could leave I had to say goodbye to Sebastian, it was the least I could do.
This was a weak spot for me. I had so much hope that eventually everything would work out, but now all my hope is gone. I was trying to be strong. My last pack had destroyed me and I vowed to not allow this one to do the same, but I guess in the end it was inevitable.
I could no longer stand here and pretend everything was okay. No matter how many times I play it off, I had to be honest with myself and admit that Stephanie and Wren killed me. They ripped out my heart and stuck it in a blender and I was unable to ever get away from the hurt. Unless, I ran.
Letting out a breath, I didn't know I was holding I walk over to my closet and grab some comfortable clothes. Heading into the bathroom, I take the last shower I will have in a while and slip on the clean clothes. Opening the bathroom door, I slip through, running my hands through my hair.
My eyes had been closed and once I open them again a loud gasp leaves my lips. Alex was sitting at the end of my bed with a furious expression on his face. He jolts up when he hears my gasp and hurries to stand in front of me. There was an expression in his eyes that I had never seen before.
"I won't allow you to date him." he grumbles.
My eyebrows furrow in disbelief and I roll my eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me." I huff, "You can't tell me what to do."
"Yes I can. As your Alpha I can." he growls.
"You aren't my Alpha." I spit, narrowing my eyes at.
"Of course I am!" he roars, "I am King! I am everyone's Alpha."
I grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming and turn away from him.
"I am tired of your disrespect." Alex booms, "I will warn you once more. If you continue like this, then you will be punished."
I roll my eyes and exasperatingly sigh, looking back at him, "Then punish me."
An evil smirk slips onto his face, "Sweetheart, I don't think you could take it."
I let a smirk of my own appear, not backing down to his taunting, "Alpha, you don't command me."
His face falls emotionless, "I am the King."
"And I'm supposed to be the Queen." I counter.
"You are." he spits, gritting his teeth.
"Like hell I am." I reply, "You're little pet is."
"My pet?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Your wife." I spat, literally spat, the liquid spraying over his face.
This only serves to make him more angry, as his eyes turn completely black, but instead of blowing up like I expected him to, he smirks again and says, "Jealous?"
"Of course I'm jealous!" I explode, "How does it feel to have your mate with somebody else for you? What do you feel like when you think about me with another man?"
If his eyes could grow any darker than solid black, they would have. A small snarl rips from his lips.
"It hurts Alex." I sigh, running a hand over my face, "I can't do this anymore."
His eyebrows furrow and he mumbles, "What are you talking about?"
"I don't want to be here anymore. Why are you keeping me here? You obviously want her more. Just let me leave. Please." I beg, my voice cracking.
His face falls and for the first time in the entire time I had been here, I saw a real emotion on his face. His expression is a mixture between uncertainty and desperation.
"You want to leave?" he says quietly.
I say nothing, but nod my head. My heart shatters as I see the look of hurt on his face, but I do not back down. He pulls his lips into his mouth and nods, "Fine. You may leave."
Turning in his place, he leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. My mouth drops open and struggle to remain breathing.
He was actually going to let me leave? Just like that? Taking a deep breath, I head to the door. I needed to talk to Sebastian. I needed to apologize, to say goodbye.