Chapter 25 Falling For Him
Kristen's POV
Alpha Calhoun's behavior was uncalled for. I hate to admit that as much as I tried to get him jealous, I wasn't very pleased with him, seeing him look so jealous because I was with a boy I just met for the first time. Ivan, son of Alpha Landon.
I wanted to send Calhoun a message, that was why I faked interest in Ivan, but I hated it. Everything I did was to tell him off because he wanted to divorce my mom for my sake.
A part of me wants to be with him but the other is totally against it because my mom is in the picture. Not only I can't hurt my mom, but I'm also afraid of her, what she might do when she finds out the truth.
The way Calhoun lost self-control and pulled me away from Ivan made my heart quake in my chest. I was afraid mom and everyone else would see and I found it very hot. Mostly when I deliberately called him stepfather and he yelled in my face, warning me never to call him that.
How could he even do that? When mom, Alpha Landon, and his wife were just a few yards away from us. Even though we were on the balcony and they were inside, they certainly must have heard the way he shouted at me.
Thinking about this is hair-raising because Calhoun acts like he doesn't have self-control around me anymore, he doesn't even worry about Mom finding out.
Worse, the moment I realized I had fallen for him was when he threw me over his shoulders without my permission, that one hand lift.
It was so wrong in every way but my heart didn't feel that way.
And I'm starting to think it's because my wolf wants me to be with him, even though Mom is in the picture.
Speaking of Bruce, how fast he was able to put Ivan to sleep and shut the doors and windows should be studied. He did it all for my sake, so Mom and our visitors won't see Calhoun carrying me out that way.
Is Bruce even in support of Calhoun's behavior toward me? He's his beta after all.
It's late right now and Calhoun has been driving for the past thirty minutes. His eyes are fixed on the road ahead of us and he keeps staring at me momentarily.
What would mom even think when she finds that her husband and daughter are missing at once?
Worry is enveloping me right now but I can't help to notice how good Calhoun smells. The way his big hands twirl the steering wheel, and how serious he looks as he drives makes me tremble a little in my seat.
Aside from the fact that we're mates and he could've easily rejected me when he had the chance to, what possibly can he want from someone like me? I have nothing to offer. He's too powerful to fit into my league. Speak more of how he cannot control his jealousy when he sees me with boys.
The car goes to a screeching halt in front of a cottage in a remote area.
"Wait here," Calhoun instructs before hopping out of the car.
After releasing a big puff of breath I hug myself and watch as he makes his way into the cottage.
A few minutes later, a man, a woman emerge from the cottage, shift, and run in a completely different direction. Their wolves don't even stop to take a look at me and I'm here wondering if they were ordered by Calhoun to do this.
I flinch when someone opens the car door on my side.
It's Calhoun, I didn't even notice when he got there because I was staring at the running wolves ahead of me.
"Let's go," Calhoun holds the car door and stands aside, waiting like a chauffeur.
Wordlessly, I alight from the car.
Calhoun shuts the door, grabs my hand, and leads me into the cottage. This little gesture makes my heart flutter in my chest. When we're inside, he lets go of my hand to shut and lock the door.
"It's just the two of us here, I sent everyone away," he turns to face me with a calm demeanor, unlike the enraged and jealous man he was earlier.
"You own this place?" My head is swaying side by side as I stare around.
Calhoun nods.
"Let me guess, my mom doesn't know about here?" I rub the side of my arm.
Again, he nods.
"Did you pause for once to put her feelings into consideration before bringing me here?" I force this question from my mouth, even though a part of me wants to ignore it so I can focus on the man in front of me.
"I don't even care anymore," Calhoun lets out a slight shoulder shrug.
"Don't be so nonchalant," I'm fighting against the urge to yell at him right now because even though we're mates, he's older than me with ten good years.
"I want to know why you were with that boy," Calhoun jealously drops this after staring at me for some time.
"Ivan? Alpha Landon's son?" My eyes lower in a squint.
At the mention of Ivan, Calhoun's face contorts into anger. He takes off his brown leather jacket and slips it on the chair at his side.
"Why were you so pissed off that I was with him?" I ask and then bite my tongue to refrain from adding, 'it's none of your business.'
"He was all over you and I couldn't stand it," Calhoun pauses to tick his jaw before continuing, "The little shit wants you."
For a moment, the naughty part of me kicks in, making the corner of my lips curve into a smirk.
Calhoun appears surprised when I walk until I am standing in front of him. With that challenging smirk still on my face, I fold my arms across my chest.
"Is he supposed to not want me?" I accompany this with a raised brow
The way he stiffens at my response gives out that he didn't expect this from me.
"Shit," he curses under his breath, then fills up the gap between us, with his body.
"You're mine," Calhoun's voice is possessive.
This is undeniably hot but I can't give him the satisfaction that I am affected by his words.
"I am not an item that you can own, I am a person. Your wife's daughter." I pin on this.
"Stop mentioning her, for once think about only yourself and what you want. Be selfish, Kristen," Calhoun's voice is soft as if he's referring to something else and not him.
"I don't want anything."
Liar, liar, pants on fire. My subconscious mocks me.
And as if to mirror it, Calhoun chuckles. Even his eyes have amusement dancing in them, as if he knows I am not being completely honest.
"But you want me," he smirks at me.
Oh God, no. How did he find out? Is it written on my face?"
"That's not true," I lie.
"You know I'm right, Kristen," Calhoun's forehead furrows, "you want not to want me because your mom is in the picture. Now
I am trying to clear things out of the way, so you can go ahead to want me without any form of fear."
Oh, this man. He does have a way with words.
Why does everything he says affect me this much? Apart from our mate bond, would I still be drawn to him?
Because I am falling so helplessly for Alpha Calhoun.
"I have missed being inside of you," my body trembles as he rounds me. His aura is enough to create sparks in my chest. Being around this man is dangerous, it feels like I am stepping into a quicksand whenever I let his words flow through me. "Calhoun, you said you wanted to talk," heat from the hard walls of his chest seeps through my finger because it's pressed against his chest right now. I am trying to stop him from doing this because it's making my knees wobble.
"We're at it now, hm?" He finally stops, putting his hand on my hair.
There's nothing else I can say right now, mostly when his eerily blue eyes are looking into mine.
My throat tightens with indescribable emotions.
Why do I have to feel this way towards this man? It's already messed up that we're mates who've fucked twice, but now I'm having feelings for him.
Feelings that will stay even if he chooses to reject me tonight.
This situation is getting intense every day.
And it's all his fault because it's pure torture for me.
If only he had shown up at the council hall for the rejection, neither of us would be here.
"Are you still haunted by last night, the way those men treated you?" Calhoun asks.
"Y-y-yes," I stutter, "I still see their faces, feel the groping from their calloused hands. It's gut-wrenching, makes me nauseous all the time."
"Then let me take care of you, Kristen," Calhoun's hand stops on my neck, "let me fill every dreadful memory of those men with my touches, so you'll think of me instead of them." His eyes darken with lust when he adds this.
"How is that even possible?" I whisper after swallowing hard.
"You'll tell me how they touched you and I will do the same, except in a different way." He offers, gently pushing me up against
a wall.
"No, I can't do this anymore," my voice is quiet as I make this plea, but my hands betray me.
They're already on top of his chest.
Calhoun lowers his head and kisses me soundly in the mouth, before pulling away. Leaving me aching for more.
"Let me worship you, Kristen."