Chapter 27 So annoying
The warm water ran down my body as I showered. Steam curled around me like a shroud, and I leaned my forehead against the cold tiles, trying to let the heat scald away the thoughts clawing at the back of my mind. I struggled with forgetting everything that happened during the day, but it was damn impossible. The tension sat heavy in my chest, a lump of rage and confusion I couldn’t swallow.
For the case of the warriors that challenged me, I now wanted to rip their heads off so desperately, tear them apart like paper dolls until their arrogance drained into the mud. And then the Alpha, I wanted to puke all the sperms I swallowed. The memory made my stomach twist. The bile of shame, fury, and something I couldn’t even name rose inside me like acid.
I washed my body for a pretty good time while lost in my thoughts, not until when the water became more hotter. It hissed against my skin, snapping me out of my trance. I blinked, realizing how long I’d been standing there, practically burning myself raw.
I stepped out, dried myself and wore something comfortable. A loose shirt clung to my damp skin, and soft shorts hugged my sore thighs. My whole world was whirling. Since the moment I was caught by the Iron Alpha, Xavier, I wasn't able to think about anything except for survival. Every breath I took felt borrowed. I was grateful that Leander had let me live after what I did in the morning but a part of me broke when he told me that he didn't want me.
Maybe I was expecting something else.
Maybe I wanted him to desire me. But he didn't. He only wanted me as a breeder. A vessel. A walking womb then make Renee his luna.
Groaning, I rubbed the towel through my wet locks and dropped it aside. The silence of the packhouse wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. It was too still, too quiet, as if all the wolves were gone or holding their breath, waiting for something to explode. It was almost four when someone knocked on my door. I was respected here by everyone except for Xavier, the Alpha, and his stupid beta.
"Come in," I said, getting up from the bed, my voice low but firm.
Lyra walked inside the dark room, her eyes wandered around and then landed on me. "I was wondering if you wanted to eat something. You haven't eaten for a while now," she said softly, like she was trying not to startle me.
I was going to say no until my gaze locked with hers. Xavier's words rushed through my mind. I was free to do anything I want with her except leaving this house. A gilded cage, that’s all this place was.
"Okay, the maid is going to bring it, but do you mind.....", She spoke as she sat beside me on my bed. Her presence was calm, warm even. Something gentle in this harsh, ruthless place.
I just looked at her without saying anything. She seemed lovely. Soft brown eyes and a voice like honey not something I expected to find behind enemy walls.
"Soooo what happened earlier?" She questioned me confidently as if we were old friends. I did not really want to discuss it but I decided to just speak about it. Maybe it was her kindness. Maybe I was tired of carrying it alone.
"Well, I got angry and I accidentally shifted. Sorry about that." I leaned against the headboard. That was the only excuse I had for her. I wanted to cut the long story short. I wasn’t ready to unpack it. Not yet.
"Your wolf is so fucking...adorable. I don’t even know, why you don’t have a scent" She seemed more amused than discouraged about the earlier show. "Oh my god, and your black paws look like little socks."
"Shut up." I burst out and laughed when she said so. A small, unexpected laugh that cracked through the weight on my chest like sunlight. "Does that normally happen on the field?" I asked with a serious look on my face, wiping the smile away.
"What? The asshole move the Alpha made? No. Actually, this was like the first time in months he has been out during training."
So this was planned? He wanted to see me get hurt. What have I done to him? Why was I the target? Whatever reason it was, I knew after today's events, it would only get worse. The look in his eyes when he saw me fall it wasn’t just dominance. It was personal.
"I'm sorry that you had to go through it. If you ever need anything, I'm here, Amara." When I didn't respond, she said, swinging an arm over my shoulder and pulling me into her embrace. She was warm. Sincere. I hated that it made me want to cry.
"I'm okay with it," I murmured. Lying was easier.
"Let me go get food myself this time," I spoke, stood up, then walked away from her. I hesitated to go in the kitchen. I didn't want to face the other werewolves. I didn't want to quarrel with any of them. Not right now. Not when I was barely holding on.
After releasing a deep breath and collecting myself, I twirled around and went inside the kitchen where I found no one.
The omegas were done with everything. The food was cooked, the kitchen's marble top was clean and empty, the dishes were untouched, and everything else was shining like no one had been here for a few weeks. It felt too pristine, too sterile.
Ignoring the food, I motioned towards the refrigerator, hoping to find something like yogurt, milk... something I could binge on as I was thirsty. I stared, tongue-tied, as I found bottles of beer and Heineken stacked over each other, covering up almost half of the fridge.
What the hell was this?!
"There is nothing for rogues in that fridge," I heard that voice behind me and anger immediately flowed down my body. I didn’t even have to turn. The sound of her arrogance was unmistakable. It was probably Renee. I didn't bother replying to her. I didn't want problems with the Alpha. She wasn’t alone though.
"Deal with her Steve, let me go and see Leander", I heard that but still ignored them.
"Keeping quiet won't change the fact that you a rogue. By the way, I'm one of the people that are not happy about you being still alive," As soon as Renee was gone, Steven spoke while walking towards me, and that's when I noticed that he had a cigar in his hand. When I looked at him, he curled his lips into a smirk and moved his eyes thoroughly across my body. My nose scrunched with disgust and I stepped back. Who even allowed him to smoke in the house?
"Fuck off, Steven," I spat out, venom lacing my voice.
The smoke releasing from his cigar curled around me like a living thing, choking the air. "Careful, bitch. We don't want the Alpha to kill you for disrespecting his pack members, most especially the beta." He pouted, blowing another large smoke in my face and almost choking me to death.
My hands swung in the air and I groaned. How long was I going to deal with this bastard? I ignored him and simply walked away, not wanting to ruin my evening. All the punishments I got was all because of fighting Leader’s members. Currently, I didn't want to deal with another one. The punishments were already driving me crazy.
The moment the Alpha involved his dick as a punishment, I knew it that I was done.
I walked quietly until I reached my room.
Just as I laid down on the bed, someone knocked on the door.
"Fuck off, Steven! I am not going to deal with your bullshit!" I exclaimed in a rush of words. Might just take him to the battleground and end his life if he kept disturbing me. I will not tolerate him anymore.
"It's me, Lyra," Lyra said.
Fuck.
She was becoming a problem in my life now.