Renee
I know who is at the door before they even knock. I don't know how Alex found me, but I don't want to see him. I am hoping he will smell another male here and leave. So, when he does know I can help but whimper. He can not come in here. I don't even want Fenrir to open the door. I can't rest. He may be able to smell the difference in my scent to what he once knew it was. So, when Fenrir growls towards the door, getting to his feet, I jump up, every ungraceful like. But I am able to get in front of him before he answers the door. I stand with my arms and legs spread out. It works. He stops and gives me an odd look.
"Please don't answer it." I beg with a whine. I never wanted any of this and if this is my last day I don't want it ruined. Because Alex is if he thinks I am what I am he will take me and claim me without second thought. I don't want that. I will never be free to be who I am around him or my old pack. I can't go back.
"Do you know who it is?" He asked me. I don't want to answer him. I don't know what he would do if he knew the truth. I'm still confused about Jace's reaction last night to what he saw. But I know I can't lie. I hate my own morals sometimes.
"I do." I tell him carefully. Hoping that enough of an answer. The growl of warning he gives tells me it's not. "He's my mate." He growls again. "Ex mate really. He rejected me, so I left and he, for some reason he found me again."
He looks to the door and growls this time. When he tries to take a step to it, I place my hands on his chest. He stops and looks at me seeing how distressed I am he makes a move with his hands. I don't know what he was going to do but when I flinched, he dropped his arms and starts to purr instead. My hands being on his chest I can feel the vibration.
The vibration from his chest reverberates through my body, calming my frayed nerves. I had felt the power of his purr from across the room, but this close, it's overwhelming. I want to step back, but my body refuses to move. I'm drawn to him, and the thought of laying my head on his chest, feeling that vibration against my skin, is irresistible.
But I can't—I won't—do that. I force my hands to push against his solid form, feeling the strength and warmth of him under my palms. I must stay strong.
"Please let me handle it. You can't open the door." I can't let that happen. I can't, I just can't. The vibration increases. The panic trying to work its way back up has been beaten back again.
"What can't happen?" He says in a gentle voice and I look up to meet his eyes.
"I said that out loud didn't I" Fuck I really need to work on that.
"You did. Please, tell me what is going on. What can't happen." I have never heard any man let alone on alpha say please. And that makes me want to explain. But I need to be careful about it.
"I will explain. But you need to listen to everything. Until I tell you I'm done." I tell him to be as stern as I can when my alpha refuses to show her face. See? Never around when I need it. He moves slowly, just his left arm bringing his hand to cup one of mine, which in all honesty I didn't realize was still on his chest, he squeezes gently. Then nods his head as another knock more aggressive comes from the door. I flinch and realize I am running out of time.
I stood in front of him, my expression serious. "Buckle up, buttercup," I said, my tone firm. "This is going to be fast and dirty."
He looked at me with confusion in his eyes, not understanding why I was suddenly being so serious. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I took a deep breath and began to explain. "Alex was once my mate," I said, my voice filled with a mixture of pain and hate. "He knew it, and I did not know it, because I didn't feel the full pull until much later."
I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "Because all through growing up, he was always meeting me in secret," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "I was the nerd, the one who was constantly bullied. I enjoyed his attention and let it happen."
He reached out to touch my shoulder, but I flinched away. "And when I finally found out and went to tell him about the bond, he rejected me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I am so sorry." he said, his voice filled with sympathy. I could also hear the anger in it.
I took a step back, my heart aching with the memories of the pain Alex had caused me. "I don't want to open that door again," I said firmly. "I don't want to risk him trying to take me as his mate now. Which if what he said is true last night he wants to. But if I talk through the door then maybe he will leave, if I open it he may take my choice."
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with sadness and longing. "I understand," he said, his voice barely audible because he is trying to hold his growl. "But know, I will not let him take the choice from you."
I hear a loud knock at the door, causing me to jump in surprise spinning to the door. The sounds of his knocks are now angry and frustrated. I feel Fenrir as he positions himself behind me, ready to protect me if needed.
"Renee, I know you're home. Answer your fucking door," Alex growls, his tone full of aggression and impatience.
I try to compose myself, knowing that Alex can be unpredictable when he's angry. Taking a deep breath, I respond, "I am not dressed, Alex. What do you want?"
I can hear Fenrir's low purr and have a feeling he is fully ready to defend me. I feel his presence behind me, a comforting and protective force. I know that he will not let anything happen to me. I love and hate that all at once.
"I need to talk to you, Renee. It's important," Alex says, his tone softening slightly but it's like nails on a chalkboard.
I can't help but feel a twinge of fear at his words. I know that Alex can be manipulative, and I don't want to fall into his trap again. But a part of me is curious about what he has to say.
"Can't it wait? I'm not really in the mood for a conversation right now," I reply, trying to sound firm and uninterested.
"No, it can't wait. I need to talk to you now," Alex insists, his voice growing louder again.
"What is it, Alex?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. Still not waiting to open a door.
"I swear to the Goddess, open the fucking door!" He uses his Alpha bark and I whimper. Taking a step to the door.
As I take a step towards the door, a whimper escapes my throat, a sound I cannot control. I am usually strong, but with the omega's command, I am reduced to this—a mere follower of orders. But just as I am about to step and to reach for the doorknob, a strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back into a firm chest. I recognize the scent immediately—it's him. My alpha. NO! I can't think that that, but Jasmine is pushing it trying to make me see this is the truth. I refuse to listen. He holds me close, and I can feel his growl vibrating through his chest. I know he is upset, and I can't help but to start to whine low in my throat. I hate that I've upset him. But then, suddenly, his growl stops, and he starts to purr. He buries his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent, and I can feel his warm breath on my neck. It's comforting and reassuring, and I know he's not truly angry with me. I relax into his embrace, feeling safe and protected. He nuzzles my hair, a possessive gesture, and I
Men are trash, especially Alpha men. Alpha men are at the very bottom of the trash heap covered in even more stinky smelly trash. Yes, I am bitter, I was rejected by my Goddess chosen mate. And why you ask because I am "wolf less and weak."It was bad enough growing up the pack outcast because I was different. I never really cared about the same things they did. I was always different from the other little girls. In elementary school it wasn't so bad. The little girls like the princesses, I was just into them a little bit more, okay a lot more. How cares if I liked to try and dress up like them? And who care's that I felt lucky to have brown hair to match Belle? She is the best, that's the hill I will die on. They would tease me and pull on my ponytail. No big deal. But when middle school came that's where the hair pulling got real. I remember Tracy Maxtor she was the worst. One time I was getting my books and came up behind and pulled so hard some of it came out.But I knew that thin
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To say I wasn't going to cry would be a lie because I totally am but not sad tears. Oh, no I am so mad I am shaking. Why the make me go through this a second time. He thinks the same as everyone else does. It's not the truth but still, it stings. I busy myself as he stands there in silence, his rejection hanging in the air like a dark cloud. Thankfully, before he can utter those dreaded words, the kitchen becomes a flurry of movement.I briefly see someone start to drag Jace out of the kitchen and a small spark of hope ignites in me. Maybe, just maybe, I can make it through the rest of the night without completely falling apart. No, I refuse to even think that. So, I stomp that shit down. But then, the energy in the room shifts and a powerful growl cut through the noise. Everyone, including myself, freezes in fear."Don't look, don't look," I try to mentally kick myself back into gear, but fail miserably when I feel him standing behind me. Before I can even figure out what is happenin
I couldn't believe it. I had been holding onto this secret for so long, and now I was finally going to tell him. I thought it would be a huge relief, like a weight lifted off my shoulders. But little did I know.I look up at him, my eyes meeting his intense gaze. I see a hint of concern in his eyes, but he quickly masks it with a reassuring smile. I know he's trying to be strong for me, but I can see the guilt etched on his face."Look its really simple what's going on here. You." I point to him then at my pants. "Want to get here. Because you feel you have the right to it because of a bond that snapped into place in here." I point to me chest where I feel it humming. Fuck I don't remember it being this strong the last time.He looks really guilty now. Freaking good. "Thats not what... I" Seeing an alpha stumble over his words is great, takes everything in me not to laugh. Instead, I focus on fixing my apron."Yeah, well acting all Alpha a-hole caveman and literally throwing me over y
JaceMy beta was right. The situation was spiraling out of control, and I knew something had to be done. Bringing the other packs together was meant to be a step towards peace, but instead, it seemed to have only fueled the fire. My pack found itself in the eye of the storm, caught in the middle of a conflict that wasn't ours, as always. Alpha Jamie and Alpha Nick's rivalry had reached a breaking point, and their packs were ready to tear each other apart. I couldn't let that happen. Stepping forward, I raised my voice above the growing chaos."Enough!" The force of my command surprised even me, and the room fell silent. All eyes turned to me, and I knew this was my moment to make a stand. "We did not come here to continue this pointless feud. Our packs are stronger together, and we will not let petty differences divide us. We are here to build a bridge and find a solution to our problems."The tension was palpable, but I stood my ground. Slowly, I felt the shift in the room as my word
ReneeHis voice grates over my skin. Where I used to enjoy the feel, the shiver that it produced, now all it does is cause a rock to land in my stomach. The hair stands on end knowing exactly who is behind me without needing to turn. I don't want to turn. I don't want to see him. I don't want to smell him either. I fight against the rush of memories my stupid brain has associated with that scent.All the time he would meet me in the hallway while classes were going on. When he would hold me close. Whispering to me how beautiful I was, how much he wanted me. The few times he would climb in the window at the foster parent's house after my parents died. The way he would tell me he wanted me and then get mad when I told him I was waiting for my mate. He could have told me I was his mate. But he didn't. No, he wanted what was his, but only one part of it. I was going to be his dirty secret and I have no doubt that if Jasmine wouldn't have come along, he never would have told me. He would h