《Alpha Alcander》THIRTY-SEVEN
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~Jenna~
"Jenna."
"Jenna."
"Jenna."
I clench my jaw tighter while I walk out of the room, going down stairs.
"Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna."
I bite my lip and hurry down stairs, walking to the door.
"Jenna. JENNA. JENNA. JENNA. JENNA."
"WHAT!?" I growl while I was so close to winning and almost leaving.
His smile grows wider. "Good morning." He says in happy mode. While he has his hands behind his back, rocking on his toes.
I stare at him and then turn back to open the door. My hand turns the knob and start to open the door but it slams closed by his hand right next to my head. I close my eyes and let out a harsh breath through my nose.
"Alcander. Move your hand. Now." But instead of him doing so, his other hand goes around my waist while his head goes to my neck, directly above my mark.
I freakin told you not to put your hair up in a bun. Audrey's voice says.
Shut up. It's really hot, and I thought you are supposed to be jumping up and down right now.
Oh no. When he does this, it makes me feel weak. I hate that feeling.
"Alcander. Move." I growl.
"Why are you in a bad mood?" He whispers in my ear, then making his nose trail down to my mark. I close my eyes tighter and try to move away from him.
"Because...I don't know. I woke up in a bad mood." I say while I spun around and place my hands on his chest and try to push him away. But instead, he just stares down looking at me with curiosity in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He whispered while slowly his hand went up to my face, and his thumb creased my cheek.
"Nothing. I swear. I just woke up in a bad mood, I don't know why. Now, I need to go check on Janet to see if she got the house." I said while I was reaching for the knob behind me.
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Even if I could open the door, his hand was still holding it shut, so I don't know what I was doing. But I need to get out. It's really hot.
"A kiss and I'll let you go." He smirked while he started to lean down.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "a kiss?"
"Yes a kiss." He leaned more in and was about to touch my lips but I turned my head and he kissed my cheek.
"There you go. Got your self a kiss." I spun around and went back to open the door but of course he closed it back.
"Jenna. A real one." He whispered in my ear. While his hand trailed down my neck to my mark, making little designs on it. "Stop, okay." I turned around, and I didn't have time to react because his lips were in mine making mine move with his. His hands wrapped around my waist while his body pushed me against the door.
By the time I was about to react, he pulled away and I almost growled but he was already looking at my eyes with a huge smile. He lifted one eyebrow, waiting. I had to swallow the growl back up and said, "there. Got your kiss. Now move so I can go check."
"One thing I forgot to tell you. Me and Zelix already got him a house yesterday. So no worry." He gave me a cheeky smile. "So now we can stay together." He said coming back closer.
"Hold your roll boy. Who said I didn't have any other plans. I need to check on someone." I said sticking out my hand stopping him to come closer to me.
"Oh." His face fallen a little and I all I wanted to do was make him smile.
Stop. We need to check Wilson and Angelia.
Audrey said. But I didn't say anything. I continued to ignore her. "I'm sorry, but I told that person I'll show up."
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"Fine. But tomorrow I'm taking you out. No questions asked. Okay?"
"Okay, now I have to go." I open the door and walked out. Walking to Wilson and Angelia.
*****
"Now I'm starting to think you're just using me." Wilson said while I play with his hand. He would make the vines wrap around my hand and then unwrap.
"Am not. I'm just in a wow state-" I jump up from the couch and stare at him with wide eyes. He does the same at me. "What?"
"Can you grow fruit?! Or like plants!? Or trees!?"
"What?! No." He stares at me with a questionable look. "Wait, can I?" He starts to get up and that's when Angelia comes in from another room.
"I'm sick and tried of being sick and tried!" She says while she throws herself on the couch where me and Wilson were sitting.
"That doesn't make sense you know."
"Yes it does, I'm sick and tried of being sick and tried. I'm just tried." She's says while throws her hands up and looks towards me.
I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms across my chest, "Did you sleep, eat?"
She laid her arms down and stared at me with narrow eyes, "why? Am I too fat!? Is that it!? Huh Jenna!?"
"What the hell? When did I say you're fat?" I said while she stood up. She started to walk to me.
I clenched my jaw and was ready for anything. We were only inches apart. She breathe in and open her mouth, and then started to laugh.
My eyebrows furrowed, "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"I just wanted to see if you'll get mad at me for lying to you. But eh, you somewhat got mad." She chuckled and then walked over to the kitchen.
"Okay, you need to get some help." I said while walking towards her.
"Been there, done that." She looks over her shoulder with a smile, "killed them when they didn't succeed." My eyes grow wide and her smile widens.
"Want anything to eat, or drink?" She said while opening the fridge.
"Um, anything cold to drink. I'm starting to get really hot." Her head snaps towards me faster then I ever seen. I'm surprise she's not on the floor with a dismantle neck.
"What do you mean, you're hot?" She closes the door and walks towards the counter and sits on it.
"That's exactly what I mean. I'm starting to get really hot. So, do you or not?"
She shook her head,"When was your last heat?"
"I DONT WANT TO HEAR THAT ANGELIA!" Wilson said from somewhere in the house.
"SHUT UP! IM NOT TALKING TO YOU WILSON!"
"Um, I never really had one." I said playing with my hands. I look up and her mouth is open wide.
She blinks a couple of times and then closes her mouth but opens it again trying to say words.
"You-you never had a heat?"
"No, why?"
"Oh god. Oh god. You need to go back to the Alpha, like now." She jumps off and walks towards me.
"What? Why?"
"Its better if you have your mate when you go through your heat. Trust me. You do not want to deal with it without your mate. He'll help you. I've been through it, and it's not a wonderful feeling." She starts to push me to the door.
"Wait! Tell what a heat is? No one ever told me what it is-"
"I MADE WATERMELON!!" Wilson said while running towards us with a huge watermelon in hand.
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