I was sitting in the cafeteria at my usual table; still a little upset about the confrontation that had held place barely five minutes ago, when my phone went off. Putting my fork down, I retrieved my phone from my pocket and hastily took the call without checking the ID.
I was surprised to hear Jeremy’s voice, “Hey sis, how is school going with you?” he asked cheerily.
“Fine” I answered him, feeling uncomfortable.
He let out a noncommittal “hum” then, taking an all too serious tone, said, “About that new guy at your school... he’s an alpha-ultra.”
I gulped down nervously, “Alpha-ultra, you say?”
“Yeah, he basically runs all of the US packs,” he explained. “Amazing, huh?”
“Are you sure?” I probed; the word amazing not what I would pick to describe that news. I’d be more inclined to say something like troublesome.
“Yeah. That's what my friend, Andrew, the alpha’s little brother, told me this morning.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“Huh, just lovely,” I muttered under my breath.
“Stay on his good side, sis. You don’t want to unnerve the guy,” he softly warned me; as always, taking his role as the protective older brother pretty seriously.
I giggled nervously, wanting nothing more than to shout, I might have done just that.
“Thanks, Jer,” I hurried the words out of my mouth before I blurted out something else.
“You’re welcome,” he said before hanging up on me.
I put my phone on the table, pushed my tray out of the way, and then laid my head on the table.
“Is he what I think he is?” Seth softly asked me. I could only give him a hum in response, not daring to look his way and see his worried stare. “You’re pretty much in a bigger trouble then, huh?” He stated nervously. I huffed and then straightened up, not wanting to dwell on the matter too much.
Just then, said alpha-ultra came toward us. Oh boy!
“Now what?” I hissed angrily through gritted teeth, a frown slipping onto my face.
“Can we talk?” Jonathan tautly asked me, his features seemingly calm but his eyes thundering.
“Do we have to?” I was really, really hoping to have more time before confronting him once again. I was giving Seth pleading eyes, begging him to intervene but he just slightly shook his head, giving me a look that screamed, “You’re on your own on this one.”
Some good friend you are, Seth, was my bitter thought even though I knew he was right.
Jonathan shot me a pointed look and that’s when I remembered, my brother’s warning. I probably shouldn’t push his buttons more than I already did. Therefore, sighing in resignation, I stood up and then followed him out of the damned cafeteria.
Chapter 5
We Could Try That
His clouded eyes were fixed on the wall and he was still taking deep breaths. Was he still angry at my little outburst? Well, tough!
“I don’t have all day.” I mumbled, getting more frustrated with each passing second.
He briefly glared at me then his eyes softened a notch. “You know about me,” he stated flatly.
I nodded, silently pleading with him to continue. The sooner he spoke, the sooner he’s off my back, the better.
“You do not challenge an alpha,” he started absently before adding in a slightly ironic tone “It’s not wise. Not wise at all”
I sighed before confessing in a low voice, “I didn’t know you were an alpha-ultra... till it was too late.”
“I could have killed that friend of yours!” he exclaimed, half guiltily, half angrily.
“You wouldn’t dare!” I instantly regretted the words when his cold eyes settled on me before he told me in a somehow haughty tone, “Oh, I would dare.”
My eyes widened and I bit my tongue trying to keep myself from lashing out at him again. We don’t really want a replay right now, right here, at the school, do we? That was the sensible side of my brain talking. My passionate side was shouting at me to let my tongue run free and many other things too.
I averted my gaze, dampened my lips before telling him in a calm voice that almost surprised me, “He’s a dear friend. You wouldn’t do that to me.”
“As long as that’s all he is, I wouldn’t lay a finger on him.” His tone was one of matter of fact... yet there was the faintest sheen of possessiveness that I could almost taste on my tongue.
That was all it took to get my bad temper back on the road.
“You absolutely have no say in the matter. I’m not your property here.” Do not go all judgy on me, will you? I wasn't using crude words nor was I shouting. That had to be a good point, right?
I saw his eyelashes flutter almost imperceptibly whereas his jaw went instantly rigid. He was probably clenching his teeth really, really hard. He eased his hand on the wall and closed his eyes, and the deep-breaths ritual started again. It was getting too annoying for my liking.
“Hey, listen...” I started but he cut me off, rudely shushing me then ordering in a gruff voice, “Give me a minute, ok?”
“But...” My protest was swallowed by his angry voice. “Damn it, girl. I’m trying to calm myself here. Do you want me to leap at you and make you mine willingly or not?”
I gulped down in fear and could almost swear hearing him mumble something like: “Didn’t think so”. But I was too engulfed in my thoughts to take the bait of that unconscious taunting. I remembered what my brother used to tell me about werewolves, how they can lose control on their inner selves – their wolves. How they get this huge urge to claim their mates as soon as they meet them, because they fear the loss.
And I did not want to be claimed. Therefore, I obliged and shut the hell up. “Look, I’m not trying to control you or anything” He started after minutes of utter silence “I just want to get to know you. I need it really bad.”
I opened
