A Mere Human

The squeaking of the stairs from above sliced Lilac's and Ollie's conversation in half. 

The atmosphere in the room tensed seizing Ollie's thoughts with it. Just his presence made her feel like a fish out of water. Her nerves had started to settle around Lilac but now that was shot the moment he stepped into the room. There was no explanation for the way her body reacted to his presence, maybe, it was how he looked at her like she was prey, like he could circle her knowing she could run with all her might but still wouldn't be able to escape, like a rabbit caught in a wolf trap. His shining yellow eyes reflected her thoughts. Ivailo stared down from his position while holding two children in each of his arms. They looked asleep and like small cream puffs on his large chest. A drastic contrast to the animalistic hostility rolling off him in waves. One had a head of fluffy brown hair and the other's was completely white. Ollie didn't have the time to be surprised though. Her eyes were stuck on the man standing above her. He held her gaze like a prisoner. It wasn't his beauty that froze her eyes in place. It was the instinct rolling through her, that if she moved even a muscle, he would snap her neck without hesitation.

He was staring at Ollie like she didn't belong. She didn't and she knew that so he didn't need to shove it down her throat with his attitude. Her eyebrows furrowed and she straightened with the slightest crack of her back. His eyes twitched then he took steps down the stairs, slowly. She moved her eyes away first, not caring about the consequences and curbed the fear in her stomach. He could smell it. That conscious thought ran through her brain. He can smell you. She looked at Lilac who was just blinking nonchalantly at Ivailo's display.  Ollie wondered if he heard any of their conversations a while ago. Lilac shrugged then rolled her eyes at Ivailo. She turned and walked past him into the kitchen without a word.

She was alone with him again. Something she was hellbent on avoiding from she met him but here she was again, being shoved into this situation again, in mere minutes. She cleared her throat to gain back some semblance of control, of herself but she didn't smile this time.

Something inside her told her, he didn't appreciate her smiling and acting nicely in his daunting presence.

She cooled her expression. He approached her and stopped in front of her. She didn't let her gaze linger on his face and looked at the children. A small smile trembled to reach her lips but she didn't let it finish its journey to her lips. The brown-haired small child yawned and snuggled into Ivailo's chess. His small chubby face wiggled and went into a frown. Ollie felt warmth trickle down her chest, easing her tense muscles. She involuntarily approached but came to a halt when Ivailo stepped back.

Ollie wouldn't say she was a baby person. She was never the best at being nice to her baby siblings, well, she was also young then but even in her adult life, kids weren't on the front of her mind but she wouldn't deny that they were cute and made her feel mushy on the inside.

She itched to touch them but that seemed to not be an option. Ivailo was weary of her, for what, she didn't know.

He didn't trust her.

She would be lying if she ever said that fact didn't cause her to close up more on the inside even though she expected it. They had all the right to hate her as far as she could vouch for. She wasn't the cause of their pain but she was human, a part of the species that did cause them pain.

The program became more valid in her mind.

"This is Edil and Nile right?" She said moving her eyes to stare up into Ivailo's face. He held the children tighter.

"Yes, that's obvious isn't it?" came his gravely baritone voice filling the room with no effort.

Ollie wanted to slap him but that would mean certain death wouldn't it?

He walked closer staring down at her while moving. He brushed past her shoulders and walked around her to slowly lower himself into the couch. He placed one of the children, the brown one that seemed to have a healthy skin tone unlike the other, that was paper pale, on the couch. Ollie noticed, they weren't as small as she thought, they must be about four if she estimated by their size. 

Ollie found herself asking before she could stop her mouth.

"Why...why is Nile's skin so pale?" 

The question was out before she could think about not voicing it. Her body tensed again when the atmosphere sank. She must have stepped into a landmine when she told herself she wouldn't but she didn't know where the line should be drawn. This was her job for godsakes. If she wasn't welcomed then how could she even hope of becoming closer to them?

Ivailo was the problem, not the children.

Despite her fears, Ivailo didn't turn around and stick a claw into her throat for the intrusive question. He didn't even glance at her. He just continued to arrange the sleeping children so they didn't fall off the couch but somehow she knew, he wasn't pleased with her question. 

"Poison," he answered out of nowhere. He slowly turned at looked up at her. 

Ollie stared back. Poison. What did he mean by poison and why was he looking at her like she would know the rest of that sentence?

"Silver poison," He continued when she arched her eyebrows in question. She moved her feet and shuffled to sit in her previous seat. The cushion beneath her butt crushed and took her weight. His eyes followed her precisely.

Why did he look at her like that? Why? 

Ollie never had much curiosity about werewolves, much less about alphas but she wished she knew more about them. She wouldn't admit it herself because it was overshadowed by his horrible attitude but she found his glowing irises mesmerizing, it was horribly enthraling, even though the emotion reflected in it was cold.  His hair covered his forehead and brushed against his eyebrows.

She would give her last two cents to know what he was thinking, what he really thought about her. Was he even seeing her or was he just seeing a mere human?