Berlin
"Five pairs of shorts, check... Swimming clothes, check..." I rattled off my packing list for at least the fifth time, making sure that everything was neatly organized and packed in their designated places for my luggage. After making sure that everything was set and in place, I sat on top of the overstuffed suitcase in order to zip them closed. I looked upon the suitcase I'd conquered with a feeling of victory, patting myself on the back mentally before collapsing onto my bed.
I heaved out a sigh as I closed my eyes, turning to bury the side of my face into the mattress. My eyes were drooping in exhaustion but I fought off sleep, remembering that my friends, ones that I'd miraculously made in the past week, assured me that I'd be able to sleep on the bus ride to the retreat. The retreat is supposed to be a bonding trip, announced after the rogue attack. Apparently, they thought it would be helpful for the bonding the two packs as well as relieve stress from the attack.
I sighed as I laid on top of my duvet, allowing my mind to wander for a moment.
When is Max going to get here? I wondered, silently counting off the days in my head.
It'd been a week and a half since we met in the Goddess's afterlife, and I wondered how long it would take for him to follow through with his plan and come back to me. I'd been waking every morning, wracked with anticipation as I hoped that today was the day, only for the sun to set every evening without a trace of him.
I sighed softly, blowing a strand of blonde hair off of my face before suddenly being abruptly pulled from my thoughts.
"Ber!" squealed three loud voices as they bursted into my room, jumping up and down in excitement and slamming the door loudly behind them. I jumped up at the sight of them before smiling timidly and waving as they approached my spot on the bed.
"Hey!" I giggled, standing up and hugging each of the girls in front of me who've become my best friends over the past couple of days. I was really happy that I'd met them, and even happier as they took me under their wing so quickly. It had been notoriously hard for me to make friends throughout my life in my previous pack, given my status, so having real friends was a welcome change.
Hannah, Brook, and Callie were their names, and all three of them are taller than me. They made sure that I knew it.
"Come on short stuff, we already saved you a seat on the bus!" Hannah exclaimed, grabbing my arm and trying to yank me out of the room.
"Also one for the Alpha" Callie added with a frustrated sigh, pulling her red hair over one shoulder before linking arms with me on the opposite side of Brook. I blushed at the mention of Osias, a thin smile stretched across my lips, not quite meeting my eyes. I'd tried to avoid him over the past few days, but he was having none of it, finding me in the pack house whenever he was freed of his Alpha duties. I was cordial with him, not wanting him to become suspicious of the fact that I was trying to keep my distance from him romantically.
I didn't want him to be too hurt when my Max came back.
I giggled as I took in the sight of Hannah struggling with my large suitcase and Brook rolling her eyes at Callie's words while they practically manhandled me towards the door.
"I don't understand why he's so protective of you. Yeah, it's adorable sometimes but like, he's obsessed." She blanched as she finally got my suitcase to cooperate, pulling it up beside us while I laughed softly at her words.
Although I'd never admit it aloud, I didn't mind the way Osias was so protective over me. He freaks out when he doesn't know where I am, constantly asks me what he can do for me, and makes sure that I reek of his scent every moment. He says that it's "for my own good" and my friends find it annoying, but I didn't mind too much.
It reminded me of Max.
"I-it's alright. I'll mostly be sleeping on the drive there, so..." I muttered, staring at my feet as Brook opened the door to my room. I felt all three of them jump just as it creaked open.
What the-... Oh.
There stood Osias in all of his glory; arms crossed against his bare chest, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his eyes cold and hard as he glared at the girls.
"May I ask what you are doing with my mate? In his room, alone?" he immediately growled out, reaching to grab me from the girls' grip and cage me to his sweaty chest. I yelped out, pressing against his him to try to get away from his ridiculously tight grip, but it only caused him to tighten his arms even more.
"Oh! H-hi A-Alpha!" Hannah stuttered out, not sounding like the confident girl that I know her to be, but more like me, being the timid person I am.
"Answer my question or I will tear out your fucking jugular." he growled out once again, pushing me behind him before I could explain the situation fully. I'm sure he assumed the worst and his wolf probably made him jump to ridiculous conclusions, as the sight of three girls coming out of a closed bedroom with me probably made his overprotective nature flare, no matter how obvious it is that I am completely and utterly, homosexual.
Either way, I couldn't sit and watch him yell at my new friends. I'd just gotten them and I didn't want to lose them right after because they were scared of making my touchy mate angry.
"Osias?..." I asked, tapping his back gently with my finger with the hopes of getting his attention. He continued to growl at my friends, ignoring me completely. I sighed, deciding it was time to up the ante if I wanted him to stop harassing them because of his anger issues.
"Osias!" I yelled out, stepping in front of him with my hands on my hips, making my eyes as steely as I could, even though I probably only succeeded in looking like some kind of ferocious puppy.
Goddess, please let this work.
He still heaved with anger, but paused, looking down at me. I gave myself a silent pat on the back at my triumph, suppressing my instinct to roll over and show my belly under his incredibly intense Alpha gaze. The flecks of gold in his eyes told me that his wolf, York, was close to surfacing.
"Osias... Calm down." I spoke, trying to keep my knees from buckling, my voice dripping with honey as I slowly took steps closer to him to place my hands against his pecs. Hannah, Callie and Brook were frozen in their spots, staring as I worked my magic.
Leaning up on my tip toes, I put my lips to his ear and trailed my hands slowly down to trace the hem of his shorts. "You know I would never..." I felt his arms slip around my waist and his lips at my neck at the spot where Max's mark used to be, making me shiver at the unwanted attention. Just a little further...
"Please don't be mad. I'll be good." I whispered, giving him my best puppy eyes. I felt a shiver go down his spine and a growl rip through his chest.
Got him.
"...Fuck!" Osias grumbled, his hands forming into fists before giving the girls one final glare and yanking me against him, rushing towards his room with me in his arms. I winked at my three friends over his shoulder, motioning for them to scurry away before he decided to come back for them.
Brook shot me a double thumbs up, and I blushed wildly as she stuck her tongue in her cheek and moved her hand, next to it, symbolizing a... blowjob, before they all ran away, leaving my suitcase in the middle of the hallway. I wasn't worried though, no one would mess with it even though it was unattended, knowing Osias is my mate.
Now, to deal with an extremely angry Alpha.
Oh, my.
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It took about 30 minutes of pushing Osias off of me to get him to abandon the idea that I was going to let him mate me, which was apparently his interpretation of me saying I'll 'be good,' and finally take a shower. His incessant growling and the fact that his eyes were swirling with gold told me that his wolf was on the brink of taking over, and I bit my lip as I wondered when Max was going to get here.
When a wolf, especially an Alpha, is denied consummating the bond with their Mate for too long, eventually they will not be able to control their instincts and take them by force. I didn't want that to happen to me.
Despite the fact that I trusted Max and knew he was going to come for me, I couldn't get over the feeling that I was betraying him in the interim. I couldn't deny that I have feelings for Osias due to the mating bond, but my feelings for Max were so much stronger.
"Baby, come here."
Osias held out his hand to me with a smile as we walked out of the front door of the pack house. I nodded, quietly setting my hand in his and dragging my suitcase behind me. Outside of the pack house were ten huge coach busses, onto which the entire pack were boarding. A smile broke out on my face as I saw my gang of three waving frantically at me from their bus, motioning for me to come and claim the seat that they saved for me.
"Osias?" I asked, looking up at him through my eyelashes expectantly.
"Yes?"
"Can we get on that bus with my friends?" I continued, squeezing his hand softly in an effort to persuade him.
"No." he deadpanned, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and looking down at it for a moment. I was speechless. Was he really not going to let me not sit with my friends?
"B-but-"
"We're flying." he cut me off. "The higher ranks always do. I don't know why your friends thought that there would be some kind of exception" he sneered at the end of his words, leading me to a fancy, black town car that sat waiting in front of all of the busses. I felt isolated.
Osias put our bags into the trunk before he opened the back door and sat, pulling me in beside him and wrapping a strong arm around my waist. I sighed as I stared out of the window, wondering what my friends were doing without me on the bus.
"To the airport." Osias instructed to the driver before we pulled away from the pack house.
Some hours later
I stretched and yawned as my eyes fluttered open, met with Osias's handsome face as he looked straight ahead. I was pressed against his broad chest as he held me bridal style and walked out of the private terminal.
The plane ride was surprisingly comfortable. When we arrived at the departure gate, I was taken aback at the sight of a medium sized private jet with Osias's last name, Amador, written in detailed letters on the sides. The plane itself was beautiful, luxurious, and I was able to lay in one of the recliner chairs to doze off and sleep the entire flight. I slept like a baby.
Ortiz, who I'd come to know as the Beta of the pack, was also knocked out in the seat across from me, a line of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and leaving a growing wet mark on his shirt as he slept. A woman that Osias introduced as his assistant, Sam, was on the plane as well. She seemed nice enough, if not a little bit quiet a she kept to herself.
"Welcome back, sweetheart." Osias's voice penetrated my sleep as I felt a pressure on my cheek. I recognized the soft contours of his lips immediately, subconsciously squirming away from them as I stretched.
"Hey..." I replied tiredly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with a fists.
"It's time to wake up. We could get you a coffee to wake you up if you'd like." I shook my head at the mention of coffee. I've never liked the bitter beverage.
"Or hot chocolate?" Osias suggested with a smile a moment later as he saw my nose scrunch up in distaste. My expression brightened at the idea of my favorite drink and I nodded with a small smile.
"Yeah!" I exclaimed as we exited the plane, Osias taking my hand and calling Ortiz over to the little coffee shop right outside of the airport. I casually leaned against Osias's side tiredly as we walked into the cozy little shop with a banner reading 'Welcome to California!' overhead. The scent of coffee and sugar was almost so overwhelming that it took me a moment before I picked up on a familiar scent.
I froze.
I scanned the coffee shop frantically, letting go of Osias's hand as I sniffed, followed the scent to the back of the shop.
I saw the back of his head first, and immediately knew that it was him. I knew his body like the back of my hand, I'd recognize him anywhere.
Tears welled in my eyes as I smiled, the grin finally reaching my eyes for the first time in months as I broke into a sprint towards him.
I knew he'd come.
"Max!" I called out gleefully. I couldn't move, breathing in deeply as his scent enveloped me and brought butterflies to life in my stomach. I couldn't help the tears that overflowed over my cheeks as he turned around and landed his gaze directly on mine. We could've stared at one each other for hours, minutes, or even seconds. I couldn't tell.
"Max..." I choked out, not believing my eyes as I smiled through my tears and reached out for him. He came back for me. I knew he would...
I was so happy that it took me a moment to realize that he wasn't moving, not making one move closer to get to me. I'd expected to be wrapped up in his arms by now, running off into the sunset to begin our happily-ever-after for the second time.
"Max?..." My tone was hesitant, my tone one of confusion before I froze, my heart dropping as I took in his expression.
Blank.
He was looking straight down at me, no emotion present on his face.
All of a sudden he stood up, a cup of coffee in one hand and in the other, the hand of another, petite male.
I stumbled towards him, my mouth agape as I tried to understand what was going on.
"Max... Max who is this? What is going on? What..." I didn't know where to start, I was too confused. Max told me he would come back for me, for us to be together. If that was the case, why was he standing with another man hanging off of his arm?
I reached out for him, searching for an answer, for any kind of reaction or sign that this was all a sick joke, that there was an explanation for all of this and he was there for me.
I wasn't able to touch him however, as the man hanging off of his shoulder gave me a dirty look and shoved me back, causing me to fall back onto my bum. I yelped out in pain, looking up at Max to help me, but his expression was stone cold. Unreadable.
The small man stepped up to me with his hands on his hips, the same dirty look on his face before he sneered down at me.
"Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend, slut."
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