Alpha Amor calls out.

Oh man. This is the last thing I need, I think to myself as I walk over trying to make my strides appear as confident as possible.

He says in his deep voice, that sends a shiver up my body. I look right up at him to see a smug smile on his face that sends a twinge of annoyance right up my body. I was the little girl crushing on him and following him around in school, but never really speaking to him. He knew how I felt about him, thus the smug, arrogant smile on his face. He didn't know the full story though. Man, how I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. I see his eyes take me in, moving from my head, lingering on my breasts and down to my bare leg, making me extremely self-conscious, an emotion I don't usually experience.

Hearing my name come out of his mouth made my annoyance dissipate almost immediately to be replaced with my face becoming warm. I knew my face was turning red and suddenly I hated the effect he had on me. I hated the way I had spent years pining over him from the shadows. I hated that he could make me feel this way. I hated that I was turned on just by looking at him. I pressed my lips down into a thin line,

I see the smug smile transitioning into a scowl and I feel a sense of achievement that I was able to get under his skin. Almost felt like revenge for all those years of pining over him. I stood up a little straighter, looking right at him as I heard him give off a low growl. Then I see him lean in slowly, and my heart rate suddenly picks up,

At this point, I practically felt steam coming out of my ears. How dare he throw all this at me? Why does he even remember? I was hoping he had forgotten all about it? I wouldn'tlet him get to me though,

I see him laugh, I feel my face burn with embarrassment, stupid heart-rate but I refuse to admit it, so I stare right up at him and say,

I hear him let out a growl as his deep voices, gets a little deeper laced with anger:

Just like that Zyon had returned to the cold, calculating Alpha, he was known to be, yet even with the underlying threat he gave me, I couldn't help but think how attracted I was to him. Maybe, just maybe I wanted to know what he would do if I disrespected him again or was this just my desperate subconscious attempt to stay near him so I could see what those consequences would be. I know, I am so messed up. I knew it was time to shake myself out of it. I had to get away from him. His voice, his face, his body, everything just messed me up. So I looked up at him and in a firm, soft voice said, and walked away.

As I walked away, I felt his eyes burning into my back. I felt as if I was being watched. Or perhaps that was just in my head. Maybe I wanted him to watch me as I walked away.

I walked straight back to where I knew Zarah was, and where she would be waiting for me. I grasped her hand and just put my head on her shoulder. Each interaction with him was just draining for me. I couldn't deal with the embarrassment I faced every time I saw him, and I hated the cringey feeling I got every time, I remembered how I acted around him when I was younger. Most of all I hated how conflicted I was. I hated that I didn't actually hate him, and I hated the crude thoughts that popped into my head everytime I saw him. The crude thoughts I think of him now, with him on top of me, slamming into me mercilessly as I scream his name and drag my nails down his back, make me feel incessantly guilty. This conflicting, complicated emotions were too much to handle and a burden I had been carrying around for a long time. I was tired. I didn't want to carry this burden around anymore.

Zarah squeezed my hand,

I tell her quietly. Yasmeen looks up at us a little curiously. I know I owe her an explanation, and a thank you for handling my responsibilities today: "

She smiles,

About forty minutes later, we get back to my apartment. I unlock It and kick of my heels. Zarah, as always, saunters into my apartment like she owns the place and I tell Yasmeen to make herself comfortable. I walk into the kitchen, grab two tubs of ice-cream and head back into the lounge, knowing I have a long night of story-telling and reliving memories ahead of me.