Chapter 47 Fuming
“Where are we heading to now?” I asked, brushing dirt off my arms and trying to ignore the soreness still pulsing through my muscles.
Lyra glanced over her shoulder, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “We’re going to the beach. The water’s perfect this time of day. Sun’s not too harsh, and the tide’s just right.” She glanced at me, amusement glinting in her wolf eyes. “But you’re not coming with me.”
I felt my jaw tighten. “Excuse me? Why the hell not?”
“You heard me,” she said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You’re not coming. My brother said you’re off-limits.”
“Off-limits?” I echoed, my heart skipping. “What the hell does that even mean?” My brain went into overdrive. “Why? Who decided I’m… untouchable? What does your brother have to do with me?”
Lyra rolled her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Apparently, he has this thing about me or anyone else talking to you. He said it clearly: you’re unapproachable. Even me. You’re off-limits and since they are going to be many upper class werewolves at the beach, I don’t think he will be happy when I go with you”, She explained.
If my emotions were not already on the brink of sending me to confinement, now they were going to land me on an episode of my favorite show 'Snapped'. I was totally pissed off. The strong wolf in me, couldn’t bear up with it anymore.
How the fuck dare he put me here. Off limits? Unapproachable? Mark me an animal behind a cage?
"Okay." I seethed. "I will be right back."
"Wait, where are you going too now?"
"I have a big bad wolf to speak to!"...
Lyra raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across her features. “A… big bad wolf? Really? You’re going to storm in all heroic and talk to my brother?”
I didn’t answer. My teeth clenched as I pushed past her, my muscles coiling under my skin, the wolf inside me practically vibrating with frustration and fury.
“Mara! Don’t come crying back here if you get scolded!” Lyra called after me, her voice lighter, teasing, but I ignored it.
Saying that I was mad would probably be an understatement. I was angry. I was fuming. I was furious. I was not happy with this indignant behavior toward me and I was ready to make that known.
My inner wolf wanted me to keep calm and speak like an intellectual human being. It wanted me to walk up to his room and discuss how I felt and how things were unfair.
The problem is, I'm not a human being. I was ravaging monster to most. As a wolf, we could be a beautiful specimen on the outside but a beast internally.
I took in a few deep breaths to calm myself. I had hopes of shredding away the dangerous ideas I had poisoning my mind as I walked toward his corridor.
Relax. Relax.
My inner wolf wanted me to calm myself before I approached Leander. It wanted me to smack a fraudulent smile on my face before I met him.
That was not going to happen!
I decided to stay calm and beared up with his sex but not this.
He must have done it for a reason. Why did my inner wolf desperately try to search for a reason for why he did what he did? Why would the monster inside not accept the fact that he was an egotistical, selfish, maniac that was set out to ruin the lives of his pack members?
Was I unapproachable by others because I was like a kid's toy? He wanted to be selfish with me until he will be done. After getting the baby.
Thinking too hard? I don't know what it was or why I was off limits but I planned to put those questions to rest.
I paced down the well-lit halls toward the end. My heart hammered in my chest as the adrenaline surged, carrying me forward with a mix of rage and determination. Greeting me at the end was a dark wooden door that stood tall and strong. His office.
Without any hesitation, I knocked on the door, my knuckles resonating against the wood.
No answer. Silence. Not even the faintest rustle from inside.
I turned and walked toward my next destination, teeth clenched, jaw tight, mind a tornado of fury and curiosity. His room. A secluded room that lied in the far opposite corner of the halls, completely secluded from the rest of the home, a place where he could be untouchable and undisturbed.
I passed by the warrior rooms. I passed the Beta room. My anxiousness had me standing outside of Alpha Leander's room door with an over pissed off mind and quivering hands.
I raised my hand to knock. Before my small fist could make contact, the bedroom door swung open forcefully.
Wide staring eyes turned to low narrowing eyes before the corner of her lips rose to form a taunting and devious grin that I found appalling.
Renee?!
What the fuck is this bitch doing here?
She slid passed me on the door way with a walk that screamed triumph. Her hair was a mess, lipstick and make up ruined.
Her hips swayed with her walk as she went. She glanced over her shoulder to get one last look at the wide eyed female that seemed almost surprised by what she had just witnessed. She rolled her eyes, her lips still holding onto the smile as she disappeared down the long halls.
Like a waxed statue, I stood there, almost shocked by what I had just saw. Wait. Why am I surprised? My stomach tightened. Why did I almost feel a wave of disappointment?
He fucked me through out the night and he here was during the day fucking another female.
He was fucking her? I should have known. I released a light snarl before I took control of my actions.
That is not why you are here Mara.