《The Feral, Alpha K》TWENTY
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Frantically I sped walked down the hallway, I could no longer breathe in his presence. I was a goner, If Xeon hadn't walked in when he did. Things would've gotten quite touchy.
You could only imagine the mortifications on my face as Xeon saw the Alpha's hand slipping into my jeans.
A part of me didn't know if it was good or bad thing that he had walked in. I felt awkward like something in me wasn't satisfied with that ending.
Xeon muttered something in Tamlik to the Alpha, I could instantly tell it was about me. Alpha pulled away as he grinned in response to whatever Xeon has said. I was caught of guard as Alpha slid me of his lap, then nudged me towards the door.
As soon I was on my feet I scurried away, much to my surprise Ezekiel was outside in the hall waiting for me.
I wasn't sure what I should say, what do I say to the man who is mated to my brother that refuses their bond.
He greeted, I could tell from his bloodshot eyes that he hadn't had much sleep.
Ezekiel gestured for me to follow him so I did. A part of me didn't want to be around the two of them at the same time. I didn't want to witness another altercation.
I asked softly, I genuinely felt bad. Ezekiel is a nice guy, and Avery was an idiot if he wasn't willing to see that.
I could hear the pain in his voice, it broke my heart into a million pieces.
I questioned, Ezekiel nodded in response.
A part of me felt like being mischievous, I wanted to push my limits to see what I could get away with.
There was a pregnant silence as he lead me through the halls, he stopped at a random door before nodding towards it. I gave him an awkward nod in response before knocking on the door.
Not too long after Avery open the door, he was startled to see Ezekiel next to me. Warily he grabbed onto my arm, pulling me into the room before slamming the door shut.
I scolded as I dived into his arms. Avery held me tightly as we squeezed the life out of each other. It was bittersweet feeling, Avery and I had never been this close but after not seeing each other for so long, our emotions got the best of us.
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He smelt like home, I could still smell the scent of our family. Mom, Dad, Sam, Lizzo and Jax. My eyes stung as the urge to cry took over but I pushed it down. I was tired of crying all the time.
Avery growled lowly as he scanned my body looking for and signs of injuries.
I let out a laugh, it was ironic. Last time I had seen my brother he made it known that he wouldn't appose the Alpha for me but now he seems to want to protect me from him.
It wasn't the complete truth nor was it a complete lie. By the end, my voice was a soft whisper, I never once talked to my brother about the lack of his mate and now he has one.
My heart stung from this news, why didn't I know any of this? I hated how my mind refused to believe this information, anything that made my mate sound bad made me want to curl up in a ball and die.
The urge to get defensive surged through me, to protect what is mine! I would sound idiotic to defend the Alpha, I couldn't possibly do it nor would I. I could tell by the pained look in Avery's eye's that it was the truth. And in reality my mate is evil. I know he isn't a good man, nor do I think he'll ever be.
I bit my tongue as he spoke about my terrible actions. I did do that. How could I forget about my family?
I wanted to speak but I didn't have a response. All I knew was that I had used the Alpha's phone to call her. Had she redialed the same number?
I felt sick to my stomach.
The colour from his face drained, he was almost as white as a ghost.
I was fuming, beyond hurt and scared. I wanted everything to stop.
I was in over my head, trying to disescalate a situation that I was only aware of in last twenty fucking minutes.
I knew what it all meant to him, that stupid father of his had no doubt planted foolish teachings in his head to the point where they both believed the people of Osnia should have one Alpha.
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They're wrong, the moon goddess made packs because one man shouldn't hold that much power. It saved us from the greed of man.
Avery spat out.
I sat quietly on my bed, my skin was hot with anger and steam from my recent shower. I had stood under the burning hot water for so long that I lost track of time, there was so much to think about.
I concentrated on moving my finger's correctly, I was braiding my damp curls for a change of style. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the front door opening, it was late.
Past midnight, I was so sure that he wouldn't come home tonight. That was partially why I couldn't fall asleep and resorted to doing my hair.
My heat beat sped up at the sound of his steps getting closer, heavy and taunting. I was already intimidated and he wasn't even the room.
Smoothly my door opened revealing the beast man, his wavy black hair disheveled, piercing red eyes matching his perfectly chiseled face and sculpted body.
His appearance alone screamed Alpha, my stomach felt nauseous thinking about how powerful this man is and what he is capable of.
I tore my eyes away and down casted them to my crossed legs, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I finished the last braid.
I didn't know what to say to him, I wasn't sure if I wanted to even speak to him. Usually I was dieing for his presence but now I wasn't so sure.
He took slow strides into my room before standing at the end of my bed I could here the obvious distaste in his tone, he wasn't happy.
I bit my lip nervously trying to come up with a response, I wasn't in the mood to hop in his bed as if everything was ok. And neither did I want to start a pointless argument.
My voice came out too monotone for my own liking, he let outa angry growl in disapproval. I was usually a lot more lively when speaking with him.
My hands clenched in embarrassment, that's what he thought of me?
Before I knew it he had rounded the bed and snatched me up by my arm, pulling me to him.
I glared back at the asshole heatedly, how dare he man handle me. I pulled against his grip until I landed with a bounce back onto the bed.
I screamed in pure rage, how dare he call me obsessive. Sadly my rant was cut short because I could no longer speak nor breath. His hand was gripping my throat so tight I was sure my head would pop off.
He brought his face so close to mine as he breathed angrily. In that moment all I could feel was fear as I struggled to breathe. His body heat making me feel claustrophobic.
His eyes staring into my wide one's. When I thought he was really going to kill me he let go abruptly. I fell onto my back as I gasped for air. I coughed and gasped as I reached for my aching throat.
My head felt so light, I wanted to sleep. I was hoping he was done tormenting me but he wasn't, his body climbed on top of mine trapping me against the mattress.
One of his hands was placed firmly into the mattress while the other grabbed a tight hold of my jaw, forcing my head in the direction of his face.
He was breathing heavy, I could tell that he was having a inner battle with his beast but in all honesty I didn't know which one was more dangerous.
He growled out, his eyes streaking from red to black as he shook visibly. He whispered lowly into my ear, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. Never in my life had I been so afraid of him.
His hand moved from my neck and slid over my hip before trailing up my shirt.
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