5. SIN

I stood back with a smile, but it instantly dropped when I took in my handy work. Letting out a growl, I stomped forward and ripped the curtains from the couches. The living room wasn’t going to work because there were too many windows and the bedroom was too small. 

Letting out a huff, I glanced around. My brows dipped into a frown when an idea hit. It was a long shot and there was no guarantee that it was going to work. Gathering the curtains in my arms, I hurried down the hall into the bedroom. I dumped them on the bed and walked over to the closet. Pulling open the door, I studied the space with a critical eye. 

It wasn’t going to work either! 

Letting out a growl, I spun and studied the room again. The bed stood in the middle of the room with little space between it and the wall on either side. I stared at the window for a moment and then at the bed. The windowsill could be used along with the bed to hold the curtains up. With the picture forming in my mind, I hurried into the kitchen to grab a chair and pillows from the couch. Carrying everything back into the bedroom, I set to work. 

The sheets and pillows from the bed were thrown into the corner. Placing the chair on the bed, I pushed part of the curtain underneath it and pulled it over to the window. I needed something heavy to place on top of the corner on the windowsill. 

Rocks! They would be heavy enough and the risk of it breaking was zero. I had seen some outside the cottage. With a hop in my step, I hurried outside and around the cottage. 

I glanced around to make sure that nobody was around before I picked two up and carried them inside. A few more trips and the curtain was in place. Pulling the couch pillows closer, I knelt near the entrance and carefully placed the pillows in place. When that was done, I covered it with two sheets and then placed the other pillows in place. One for my head and two on either side of it. 

Satisfied, I crawled out of my nest and stood to study it. It wasn’t as great as I imagined it to be, but it was still mine. Letting out a sigh, I turned and screamed when I spotted the dog hovering in the doorway. 

Her eyes shot to me, blinking, she tilted her head up and sniffed. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth for a second but it was long enough for me to see her sharp teeth. 

“N-nice d-doggy,” I stuttered. 

She took it as an invitation to step into the bedroom. Her nose trailed along the floor as she sniffed. I took small steps backward on shaky legs the closer she moved. My leg brushed against something but before I could steady myself, she decided to jump at me. Another scream fell from my lips. I fell backward, and to make matters worse, it was right on top of the nest I had just finished. Pain shot through me when the chair and the rocks came down on top of me. 

“Daisy, out!” 

Shivers raced down my spine when the Alpha’s deep voice filled my ears. I kept my eyes squeezed closed when I felt the chair being lifted and the rocks being pushed aside. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked. 

I swallowed, hesitated a moment, and then opened my eyes to blink up at him. Tyrone was hovering over me, narrowed eyes staring down at me. Movement behind him had my eyes darted to Bella’s alpha. 

“We heard you scream,” he explained. 

“Keep the cottage door closed,” Tyrone growled as he stormed out of the door. 

Blinking up at the ceiling, I tried to get rid of the tears burning my eyes. Pushing all the thoughts from my mind, I slowly sat up and winced. My eyes dropped to the scrape against my knee. 

“You have a cut on your forehead too.” 

My eyes snapped to him. “I thought you left.” 

“I wouldn’t be able to even if you shoved me out the door.” He moved closer and held out a hand. “Let me take a look at those wounds.” 

“I can do it myself,” I hissed at him as I ignored his hand and got to my feet. “You can go.” 

I was trying to be brave even though I felt like bursting into tears. Dizziness hit when I glanced down at the blood trailing down my leg. My stomach twisted with nausea, making me moan. Before I could crumble to the floor, hands gripped my arms. 

“Sin?” he questioned, sounding concerned. 

“T-the blood,” I breathed. 

He muttered a curse, making me flinch. One arm slipped around my waist and the other behind my knees. I gasped when he lifted me. My eyes snapped open and locked on his face as he carried me out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Placing me down on the cabinet, he took a step back. 

“What were you doing?” he asked.

 

“T-trying to make a nest.” 

He froze for a few seconds before he continued searching through the small cabinet in the corner of the bathroom behind the door. A few minutes later, he turned back to me with a black bag in his hands. 

“You don’t like the bed?” He placed the bag down next to me and opened it. 

“It. . .it doesn’t make me feel safe,” I whispered, making his eyes dart up to mine. “It’s too open.” 

Green eyes darted over my face but he said nothing. Nodding, he grabbed the towel and wet the end which he used to wipe the blood. I tried to keep my breathing even as he moved closer and stepped partly between my legs to clean the cut on my forehead. 

Usually, whenever an alpha was so close to me, I would do anything possible to move as far away from him as I could, but Michel’s scent was pleasant and the fact that I could smell Bella on him too set me at ease. 

“Where’s Bella?” 

His eyes locked with mine for a second. “She’s still sleeping.”

“Oh.” 

“Do you want her to come visit you?” he asked. 

I nodded and then shook my head. Tyrone’s words flashed through my mind, making me change my mind. I had promised Bella that I wasn’t going to cause problems between the three of them. 

“Why doesn’t he like me?” I blurted. 

He sighed. “Ty’s been hurt in the past,” he said softly. “Don’t take what he says seriously. I know he comes off as rude but I promise you that he has a heart of gold once he stops being a bastard.” 

“I like the way he smells.” Colour flooded my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about.” He smiled at me. “This is going to burn.” 

My hands shot out to grip his arm when he raised his hand with the cotton ball soaked in disinfectant. His eyes shot to mine in question. I sucked in a breath and let go of his arm as I blew it out. Michel hesitated a moment more before he pressed the cotton to my skin. 

I hissed and tried to jerk away but his hand shout out to grip the back of my head to keep me in place. A few seconds later he gently pressed a bandage to the cut. His fingers brushed through the strands of my hair as he pulled away. 

“Do you want to know something?” I nodded. “I like the way he smells too.” 

I shared his smile but it faded when he picked up a clean cotton ball and soaked it in disinfectant. Michel paused and looked up at me. 

“I need you to keep still so I’m going to hold your leg so you don’t jerk away,” he explained. 

Licking my lips, I nodded at him. Michel kept his eyes locked with mine as he pushed my legs apart. Turning so he face my injured knee, he moved between them and gripped my calve. Scooting closer to the edge, I hooked my other leg around his back and gripped his arm. His body tensed but he didn’t jerk away. 

“I’m ready,” I told him. 

“There’s some dirt in this so it’s going to hurt a lot more,” he said softly. “I want you to tell me if you feel faint, okay?” 

“’kay.” 

Squeezing my eyes closed, I dropped my forehead to his shoulder. His thumb brushed back and forth on my skin, distracting me but not for long because in the next second I felt the burn. I gripped his arm tighter, digging my nails into his skin, but it wasn’t enough. Turning my head, I did something I shouldn’t have. 

I bit him.

 

He growled. “Sin.” 

Pulling my mouth away, I whimpered. “It hurts.” 

Michel stepped away slightly but only enough for him to turn and look at me. His eyes locked with mine before they dropped to my lips. Clearing his throat, he swallowed a few times before he turned his focus back to my leg. 

“No biting,” he ordered. 

I nodded and turned my head away from him. When I bit him, I hadn’t broken skin which was for the best. But deep down inside me, I wished that I had, so then I could have had a taste of him.