This is all my fucking causing, she's probably going through so much pain. What was I thinking when I did it indirectly, I shouldn't have rejected her like that. What was I thinking, I'm a fucking ALPHA, and yet I'm unable to protect her from pain. If anything I am supposed to protect her from pain but I'm the one causing the pain. It's all going to be my fault if my pack ends up without having a Luna. What kind of Alpha am I? Would my packmates even respect me after rejecting their Luna?
I slowly place my hand on her forehead with the intention of helping. Immediately my hand settles on her body eases to my touch. God, I have that little effect on her even while she is unconscious. Her body is heating up by every increasing second and I do not have a single idea on what to do except for touching her. The way to actually soothe all the pain and heat to the point of return did not seem like it would amuse Aleisa or sound like an option. If only she knew how much I want her.
I was stupid and she has to pay for my stupid and fxcked up actions. My grip tightens on her hand as she stirs and groans. She definitely deserves better but I am not as generous as to let her seep through my grasp and with someone else. The thought of her looking up at someone else with those eyes with admiration makes my blood boil. I eye her small figure that is still and almost relaxed and yet the silent moans and groans escaping her throat show just how much pain she is enduring. I carefully interlock our fingers, damn. Upon contact, I feel so at peace and a sigh escapes my lips god I wish I could hold her every day. What am I going to do to make her forgive my fucking mistakes?
I sit next to her for what seems like hours but it's only been thirty minutes and I should know because I have been looking at my watch for quite some time. Maybe I should just go, I know she would not be pleased by seeing my face first after gaining consciousness. I really dread the hurt angry look she gives me every time I even get close to her. I wish I could erase whatever happened two weeks ago and get a do-over but none of that is going to be happening so I am left with one option.
Make her mine, completely.
I stare at her longingly as I remove her hand from my hold and stand from my seat. Upon standing up I hear a muffled sound from Aleisa....oh no she's coming back.
"I-Isaac?" She says, more of a question while she bats her eyelashes trying to see clearly.
The action itself makes me feel like smashing my lips on her pink lips as a reply. A lot of girls have batted their eyelashes seductively at me and none of them had the effect that she has on me when she bats her eyelashes to see clearly. And yet some of those who batted their eyebrows seductively found their way in my bed while I cannot even seem to get Aleisa to forgive me.
"Aleisa." I say. Why did I respond? I should have left while she was still batting her eyelashes and trying to open her eyelids but it's too late now she's already awake. Full vision awake.
"What are you doing here? Ouch, what's with this headache?" She enquires while trying to sit up. I stare at her and my Adam’s apple bobs up and down due to lust. The scent of her heat has not yet completely vanished and I feel like fxcking her right now.
"Wait, don't," I warn while helping her sit up straight. The contact of my skin with hers, setting things ablaze within me.
"Eish man, I'm a werewolf, not a baby." She says eventually resting her head on the headboard. "Hey, you didn't answer what are you doing here? Were you watching me sleep?" She asks raising an eyebrow.
"Of course not. I am not a weirdo." I reply. Of course, I am a weirdo when it comes to her.
"So what are you doing here?" she asks while running a hand through her hair. I am taken aback by her laid-back demeanor despite my presence in her pack.
"You weren't okay so I came to see you," I say hoping she will not chase me out like a dog. I am trying to keep the conversation light and avoid any of the heavy topics.
She looks at me with an unsure look and then a look of recognition crosses her face. She buries her face in her hands and lets out a groan and muffled sounds that I cannot make out. Then she looks at me with a worried face. Fxck this is the moment I've been dreading, where she tells me that she hates me and tells me to leave.
"I-Isaac." She stutters.
I can sense her nervousness and it does nothing but makes me more nervous and guarded, expecting her full-out streaks of cusses. She has a fire within her and I know that all she would love to do is to burn me. I will have to go through the fire if I have to cross over to her and show her just how much I freaking want her.
"Yes. What's wrong?" I reply sounding sure so that I don't freak her out, what if she just concludes that we fucked or something, a lot of girls conclude that upon waking up with a hot guy in the same room. And I am not only saying that because I am smug about my looks.
"I think that I'm ......." She stops taking in a deal breath and letting out a sigh. "I think I'm in heat." She says then looks at me.
What are we or rather I going to do? Oh, my sweet Aleisa what am I going to do? I look at her as she hugs her body, a small number of tears fall from her gorgeous gray eyes... she's worried and afraid.
"Don't worry it's going to be okay," I say, hoping it'll calm her not enrage her.
"It won't. You fucking rejected me." She says, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
I flinch when the words leave her mouth. I don't know what to do, I hate seeing her cry but I don't know how to stop her. Should I hold her or something, shit she hates me so that would be a wrong move. I know that she does not appreciate my affection but she cannot completely ignore the bond whether strong or weak. I had tried to ignore it and yet here I am trying to be smooth and not cause bad weather.
While I think of what to do suddenly Aleisa wraps her body around mine, gently sobbing into my shirt, and her head buried into my chest. I take a bit of time to respond to her touch, I place my hands on her back trying to soothe her while tracing circles on her back with my fingers. God.....my heaven is right here with her.
ALEISA'S P.O.V
I do not know what I am doing but I am hugging him, it feels so right. I can feel his uncertainty but he finally hugs me. I sob into his chest while taking in small breaths of his scent, this is the scent I am missing, the soft minty scent and cedarwood with traces of cologne and aftershave. Our perfect rundown heaven.
I do not know if we will be able to build our heaven, maybe he is just hugging me out of sympathy. Reality quickly washes over me and I pull away. He does not love me not as a mate at least. He does not give a shit about me. He made that clear when he stared at me with a smug look on his face, a few days back.
He looks at me wide-eyed, confusion spread all over his godly features. God, why does he have to be so attractive? I look at him then turn the other side. He probably just came here because I was going through all this chaos because of him and to reject me further on.
As I turn to face him, my eyes catch his body by the door and his hands on the doorknob. He takes a long sigh and opens the door. I want to stop him so bad and tell him to stay here, with me.
And he's gone. I sit on my bed, trying to figure out what I should do, and tears followed by sobs escape.
I lay in bed, as sleep slowly kicks in. It's shocking that I'm not even hungry.
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I wake up to the sound of my small yet annoying as fuck alarm, my mother really thought hard when buying it because sleep is my third best friend after Allan and food. I sleepily make my way into my bathroom. I slowly strip off my clothes and enter the shower. My shower is soothing. Is it normal that I don't want to wash off Isaac's scent?
I brush my teeth and the other stuff. After my long shower, I slip into some dark jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, I just straighten my hair with a brush and go downstairs. I need to calm down my nerves.
Immediately I step downstairs everyone looks at me then they focus on what they are doing, pack houses always have different people walking around. Everyone must have probably known about what happened yesterday after all my scent had been altered due to being in heat, heck my scent still is not completely lost of arousal but it is not enough to make a male pounce on me.
I make my way to the kitchen and grab the box of cereal from the cabinet.
"You are not eating that." Says my mom or maybe should I say instructs my mother.
"God. Not this again." I groan and let my hands slide over my face in agony.
"You are not eating that sweetheart. Now come on I made breakfast for you." She says in a sweet voice while pulling me to one of the seats around the island.
"But mom, I want cereal," I whine and look at the box with pleading eyes
Too late, she's already grabbed my wrist dragging me to the table. I sit down as she places a tray of food in front of me. I'm going to enjoy this. Pancakes, coffee, French toast, bacon, and eggs even cheese. I cringe when my eyes land on the vegetable soup.
"The soup first." She commands.
"But mom. Why?" I cry. "Can't I eat the pancakes first?" I ask.
"No. My mind is set on the soup. Now eat up." She says." I'm going to help out your father." She says while walking away." Oh and I'll know if you don't eat." She says as her index finger points to my annoying brother.
I sigh as I finish all the food that was on the tray and grab an apple and bite through.
"Where in the hell did you get that appetite?" Says my brother with an annoying grin plastered on his dumb face.
"Who blessed you with that stupid face?" I shoot back with a smirk.
"Shh lil' sis or I'm gonna tell mother you threw away the food." He says with a mischievous face.
"You wouldn't." I fake gasp with my hands on my chest.
"Of course I would." He replies. He is very capable but I would like to think that he would not.
"I dare you," I say and stare into his eyes.
"God. You know she won't believe me that massive appetite of yours is a dead giveaway." He says while laughing and I can't help but join him.
"Aleisa!" Calls my mom from behind us
"Yes, mother," I answer.
"Your school called they said, there is going to be a trip for the senior class."
"Oh. So I guess I'm going." I sigh.
The idea of not being in my bed does not sound intriguing and no matter how much the idea sounds fun, I do not really find it fun because I will not have my bed or the luxuries that home has to offer.
"No, darling. We said you are not okay and won't be able to go." She answers and my mouth forms into an ‘O’.
"When is it?" I ask.
"Monday and it will last till Friday." She replies and I gasp at the full week holiday that I am going to get.
"Whoa. So I get a break from school. Is Allan going?"
"Yes." She says." But you can always hang around with Dylan." She says it with a small chuckle knowing that Dylan and I hanging out would be filled with fighting and death threats, not to forget the cusses.
"Dylan. For a week. No thanks." I shake my head in protest.
"Hey. I'm seated right here." Says Dylan." And if you didn't know the ladies consider me as a great company." He says with a smirk and a distant look.
"Oh god. Pervert." I exclaim.
"Anyways I just wanted to inform you. I have to go and leave you perverted minds." Says mom as she walks away while laughing. I cannot believe that she was okay with his perverted words, if those words had escaped my mouth I would be dinner.
"Look what you've done. Now, mom thinks I'm a pervert." Says Dylan.
"Oh please. She's always known." I say and grab the dishes placing them in the sink and some in the dishwasher. “Tell mom, I’m going to run okay,” I inform Dylan as I dry my hands.
Dylan looks up at me with a raised eyebrow, I can see the worry right through his façade of seeming uninterested.
“I’m going to be fine, don’t worry,” I reassure him with a wide smile.
“Don’t flatter yourself, lil’ sis.” He says and turns back to stare at his phone.
I roll my eyes and walk out of the back door that exposes the wide range in front of me full of trees and greenery. Finally!