[11] Ezra: 'Fuck You, Heart.'-1

Ezra Harland's PoV: After Nyah washes up in what's my room-in the second floor-whenever we stay over at this house, she comes out, closing the door shut with a silent click behind her. Her chocolate hair flies around her in slow motion when she quickly turns around, falling back into its exact place a moment right after. Man, she takes my breath away even while closing doors. The red strapless dress she has on clings to every single curve provocatively, the material flowing over her like molten silk. It swishes and refolds itself around her with every move she makes, moulding itself to her like the material was literally in love with her creamy-soft skin, too. Yes, I know it's that soft because I got to touch her. Yay, for me. I know. 'Yeah, right. It was like two seconds.' My Wolf barks, and I have to agree with him because it's true. I can't do anything about it, either. Karma is definitely a bitch because all those times I interrupted Seneca and Micajah's romantic moment is now biting me back in the ass. If I'd been forewarned of the consequences, I'd have been as discreet as a mother-effing chameleon in the woods. 'Cause then maybe the universe wouldn't conspire against me to ruin my barely-there romance. "Ready to go?" I smile, hoping like hell to break this huge iceberg of awkwardness between us. "Yeah." Nyah exhales, "I have to find Alessia. Thanks for helping me out-" "Whoa, wait. Not so fast." I interject, raising my hands, "I'm coming with you to find her." "Um, you are?" She looks super confused now, with her nose all scrunched up and eyebrows wrinkled in a cute manner. My Wolf just went 'awww'. I kinda did a little, too. "Yes, this is a huge house and there are a lot of people. In this sea of perfume and pheromones, I'm sure it's almost impossible to track her scent either and obviously if she would respond to you through the tele-link, you wouldn't be so worried. So, all this equals to . . ." I raise my eyebrows for emphasis, shrugging, "You could definitely use some help." Nyah is silent for a moment, scanning my face carefully. She looks more wary than suspicious, if you ask me. The difference is minute, but I'd say that's a big improvement. Finally, she nods a little bit. "Yeah, I guess I could. Thanks." "Pleasure to lend a hand to the Alpha." I grin, doing a slight bow, making her press her lips together to control a chuckle, no doubt. Yes, mission accomplished. "M'lady." I do a sweeping gesture in the direction of the stairs, and Nyah shakes her head as if to say without words that my antics were absolutely ridiculous, making me chuckle and follow her with a skip to my steps. This girl really is messing with my head. ~ After twenty minutes of exploring every inch of the first floor, we'd come up empty and gone back down to the ground floor, where she was still nowhere to be found. Finally, we'd found Alessia Clarke in the middle of a heated game of beer pong in the basement. Yikes, this woman is damn competitive. We hadn't gotten to see much, though. Just as we'd stepped closer, Alessia'd thrown her last shot, landing it clearly and making the other team go 'boo'. Alessia and her partner, some blond guy, high-five and fist-bump and do a whole lot of complicated hand-shake thingys as they whoop and gloat over their victory. On second examination, the guy looks awfully familiar. Uh-oh, it's only my least favorite person on the planet. Alpha Chance freaking Parker. Aka, the guy who bullied my brother all throughout his life and made him miserable. Just as me and Nyah step right next to Alessia, Nyah goes stiff. Not like a little bit because she's uncomfortable with Alessia's overly friendly behavior, but as if something really big was bothering hr. I have a gut feeling that Chance's got something to do with that. "Alessia?" Nyah calls, finally dragging their attention to us. Alessia turns to Nyah and me with an excited grin to share her victory, but Chance goes a bit pale when he sees me standing right there. Well, that's new. Usually his face twists into a gnarly look as he prepares to launch a verbal grenade. "Uh, hello. Beta Ezra." Chance nods at me politely, surprising me even more, "And hello . . . Alpha Pineda, right?" Nyah nods at him with a forced smile, "Yes, and I apologize, but I don't believe we've met before." "Ah, that's unnecessary. Yes, we haven't met. I only recognized you because I know of you from friends. I'm Chance Parker, by the way." "Oh, nice to meet you, Alpha Parker." Nyah extends a hand which he seems slightly taken aback by, but he accepts it nonetheless. "You, too." And then his eyes move back to me, a pathetic expression of apology on his face. "Listen, Beta Ezra. I know all of you hate me, but I am not who I was. I'm extremely sorry for all that I did, and-" "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." I almost growl in response as I bare my teeth a little, getting closer to his face. "You know damn well who deserves that." "I already did." Chance says forcefully, surprising me, "When he called to invite me, what do you think I did? Also, the moment I entered your place, I apologized once again to both your Alphas." "Did he forgive you?" I cross my arms across my chest, narrowing my eyes into slits when Chance falls silent, looking down without reply. "Well?" I prod, already knowing the answer, "Huh, that answers it." I twist around but he grabs my arms, refusing to let me go, "Please, wait. It's just, I just-" "You what, Chance? Hurry the fuck up." I glare extra hard on purpose, tapping my foot impatiently. Chance sighs, a sound that's pure regret and remorse, "The things I did, they can't be forgiven just like that. Heck, they can't be forgiven at all. I just don't want that to affect the relationship between our Packs." When he put it like that, it wasn't that much of an unfair request. The people of his Pack and his Mate don't deserve to be punished for a single man's actions. "Yes, we're not petty enough to revoke our alliance. So, chill the fuck out. Speaking of packs, I heard you found your Mate. Your guy Mate. Is he here?" I purse my lips, making a show of glancing around as I try hard to control a smug smirk. Because, no matter what, I don't wanna come across as some sort of homophobic bully. Goddess knows that the world has enough of that. Chance goes red at that, looking down a bit too shyly. Who is this new guy in the place of 'Chance: The Asshole' and what has he done with him? "Yes, last year. No, he couldn't come. I-" "That's what it is!" Nyah yells accusingly all of a sudden, and I turn to her in surprise. I only realize now that she'd been standing there all along, listening to us talking about shit that doesn't concern her. In my bad blood with the guy, I'd almost forgotten the presence of my Mate. He really does bring out the worst in everyone. "What is?" Chance looks lost, glancing at me for guidance. I shrug as I'm clueless, too. "Your Mate. He's my brother, isn't he? You smell like him. From the moment I stepped near you, I've been thrown off. His scent is all over you, yet he's nowhere to be seen. If it's this strong and if he's not even in close proximity, then he must definitely be your Mate." Nyah's mocha eyes burn as her face twists in rage, anger rolling off of her in palpable waves, "Where is he? Obviously he didn't come here today because he knew there was a chance of running into me. Where's he hiding?"