I laid Samantha down on my bed, and even though I knew that it was going to raise countless questions when I called for a pack doctor, I did not really care for it in this moment. I was already going to have to deal with the fact that my Beta - her father - knew. What was one more person knowing going to do to me that wasn’t already going to be done? I understood that it might not have been such a big deal to any of them, if it hadn’t been for the fact that I was more than a decade older than her. That was the only ammunition that they had against me. But I had been without a mate for that decade. Could they blame me for clinging to the first person who I felt any form of attachment towards with all of my might? I stepped away from the bed, surveying her lying in it for a moment, and something inside of my chest started to ache painfully with the desire to go and lay there next to her. But it was a desire that I would have to fight for now, for there were other things that I needed
After I had gone to lay down next to Samantha, it had taken no more than a few minutes before I had managed to fall into one of the deepest sleeps that I had ever had before. Not once in my life had I ever slept as well as I had then, and I believed that I could have been sleeping for ages if it hadn't been for the fact that her body temperature spiked to the point where it woke me up. I had to deal with a few moments of confusion before I realised where I was and why I was there. And it was also in that moment that it dawned on me why I had woken up, and it was safe to say that any tension that had left my body while I had been asleep, was now back in full force. I could barely believe it. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have jumped out of bed in that moment and gotten a pack doctor here in an instant. But, as I had already managed to tell myself before, that was a decision that I could not make, for it was one that would ruin Samantha's image, one that would strip her of h
As much as his disrespect triggered me, I was forced to remind myself that there was no respectful way to have a conversation like the one that we were having. As a matter of fact, if I had been the one to find myself in this situation, I wouldn't have wasted a moment before skinning the culprit alive. But of course, Luke did not have the luxury of doing that, since the said culprit was me, and I was his Alpha. I had now put him in an unfair situation, and there was nothing that he could do about it. I had to admit, thinking about it in this manner made me feel somewhat bad for what I had done. But I hadn't done it with the intention of getting to him, or upsetting him. For goodness sake, I had found Samantha in that club long before I had even gotten any whiff of the fact that she was his daughter. I doubted that he would consider that as enough reason to move past all of this, and I didn't really feel like putting up with it either. As much as I would have wanted to move past all o
As much as I would have liked to put my mind at ease after hearing that from Samantha's very own mother, I simply could not bring myself to do so. It was like I was not going to feel any better until this day had passed, until Samantha had shifted and we had nothing to worry about. It was going to be something that was easier said than done, since I had no idea what the time was. It felt like this day was turning into a week, even though I knew that that was not the case. It just felt that way to me. "Well, if there is nothing else that you would like to share with me, then I believe that your reasoning for being here is gone. You can go back to your own home." I made sure that I started to make my way to the front foor once I had finished speaking, so that I would be able to open the door for them without being forced to face any difficulties, or without them sticking around here for longer than I needed them to. But of course, I should have known that it would not be as easy as
I had to admit that that was the last thing that I had been expecting Elijah to tell me. And even though I did not really want to admit it, I knew that it was quite serious. But I didn’t feel like it was a requirement for me to take responsibility for it or to try and iron things out - not when it felt like my head was about to explode, or like someone was trying to rip out my spinal cord. I knew that there were people who would believe me to be nothing short of dramatic, but in all honesty, it was something that I did not care for. The fact of the matter was that I was more than able of distinguishing the intensity of my own feelings and emotions. And if for some reason someone thought themselves to be in a position where they were able to decide whether or not what I was feeling was valid, then I would make sure of the fact that they were held accountable for any decisions that they proved to make. Although, as I was spiralling down this pit of hatred towards no one in particular,
I had to admit that I did find it difficult to leave Samantha alone, because I knew that she needed me. But there was just too much that was going through my mind, too much that I needed to process before I would be able to make an informed decision about what I was going to do next - because that was what needed to happen. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to do something about it. I couldn’t just leave this situation to pass until something happened, because that was asking for trouble. It was like I was opening the door to it and serving it on a silver platter. I was on my way to Gwen, but I had reached a point where I was no longer sure whether or not it was going to be a good idea for me to do so. As far as I was concerned, this was a matter that I neededd to handle on my own. But how did I do that when it was a matter that I considered to be a personal one, especially when Gwen had been fulfilling the actual role of being my Beta for the last few months while we ha
Even though I had been sleeping, I was instantly aware of the fact that there was someone who had come into my house. I almost couldn't believe it, I knew that I needed to act fats. There was a chance that whoever was in my house did not mean any harm, but even so, it was a risk that I was not willing to take. I was going to make sure that I was not caught off guard by what was happening. I knew better than to allow that. Luckily for my sake, my house was only one story, meaning that there would be no risk for someone to be hiding from me. After all, I knew my house like the back of my hand. "Gwen?" The moment that I registered that whoever was here with me knew me, the threat level descreased substantially. I did not know why there was someone here, especially not when today was my day off, when I had spent the whole night working in order to deserve this day off. I might not have been on duty in the same way that I initially should have been, but that did not change the fact that
I could tell by the expression on her face, that Gwen was having a hard time with what was going on. I could not help but wonder whether or not she had been sleeping after all, despite the fact that she had been by me mere moments after I had come through the door. But perhaps she had been under the impression that I was an intruder. It would serve as a good explanation for it. “Why would you need a warning?” I decided that I should have started off by telling Gwen the full story of what had happened. It might not have been an ideal, but it would have meant that she would have understood what was going on without leaving me feeling as frustrated as I felt now. “Remember, I called you to find out whether or not you had spoken to Luke? Well, I hadn’t actually phoned you for that, but do you remember?” How could she not remember? After all, I had also roused her out of her sleep when I had phoned her for that, and she had been perfectly capable of reporting what was going on to me. S