"I need to talk to you." I spent hours mulling over my words in my room, debating if I should even go through with the conversation. But it had to be done. Dotty's words have been weighing heavy in my head. She thinks that I can make a difference in this pack and I'm going to try."Hm?" Benji peered up from the papers littering his desk. I don't usually like to venture in his office. It was one of the few 'off limits' places in the house, when I first arrived. "What's bothering you?" He asks.A nervous energy nestled in my chest. Goddess, why am I such a coward? It was times like this where I desperately wished I had a stronger backbone. A backbone like Dotty's or Gwen's. A nearly fading memory of dirty blonde hair and determined blue eyes sprung to mind at my thoughts. Nerves were quickly replaced with unwavering guilt. I've been so focused on my own personal life that I've become selfish. I've lost focus on where I came from - what brought me to this pack.Those horrid cells.
Darkness crept up on me fast, but sleep did not. I was hoping I'd be able to get some well-needed rest away from the home. My brain has been so foggy ever since Benji and I's argument a few days ago. It's like my head is at a constant battle with my heart - or, at least the mate bond tugging at my heart. I'm sure if I had a strong enough wolf, she'd be scratching at the surface to break free and give me a piece of her mind! I'm practically going against every wolf's natural instinct when it comes to their mates - ignoring them and putting space between the two of us. It's amazing how long Benji's last. I half-expected him to crumble under the silent treatment and demand me to put an end to this all. Speaking of my confusing mate, he's the main reason I can't get any sleep. He's close to me somewhere in this pack house. Close enough that every time I breath, I catch his define scent in the air. With a loud groan, I let the comforter slip from my bare legs as I pull myself up. I c
The first thing I notice when I wake up is the fact that I'm in a bed. Not only that, but it's a bed I'm not familiar with. I've grown accustom to making my own little bed on the floor of my room. It's one of the few things that has helped ease my guilt, not to mention I'm used to it. Believe it or not, but I find the floor surprisingly comfortable.Instead of carpet covered hardwood floor, I'm met with silky sheets and suffocating heat. The warmth in the bed is unreal. Out of sheer reflex, my body tenses before I suddenly remember where I am and who I am with.I carefully turn in the bed, hoping not to stir the sleeping man next to me. It was so late last night when we finished talking that I barely remember climbing into bed and falling asleep. Warmth rolls off Benji's sleeping form in waves. I swear, if I were to touch his skin now it would probably be burning. I'm not used to waking up next to someone else, let alone a man. I've never shared my bed before. He's sound asleep, loo
"What's this?"I catch a glimpse of the papers littering Benji's desk, easily narrowing in on the freshly printed piece of paper in question. Dotty was still out of town celebrating her friend's mating ceremony and I didn't want to spend my weekend alone, but Benji's been extremely busy. Between whatever secret pack business that has been keeping him up at night, preparing for the Luna ceremony, and working with Jeremiah on the cell reform - very little time has been left for me.It feels weird but I'm genuinely starting to want to spend time with him.I settled on eating my lunch in Benji's office so I wouldn't be alone. He made me promise not to bother him with his work, but I've been patiently eating my sandwich in complete and utter silence for the last fifteen minutes. Benji tore his tired eyes away from the patrol report he was looking over to gaze at the paper in question. Quickly he plucked the corner of the paper, pulling it closer so he could look at it. "Oh, Jeremiah d
♕ Benji's P.O.V ♕ It's been nearly four years since I've inherited the Alpha position from my father. And over those four years, I've never had a problem with my promptness. Alaric tends to think I'm too anal about my schedule, but I beg to differ. When you're overseeing a large pack harboring nearly two hundred prisoners underground, you need to stick to a schedule. But, this morning I'm finding it extremely difficult to get my day started. I have the petite brunette sound asleep next to me to blame for that.I can't really say I'm upset about her late night visit, because that would just be a complete lie. A bit shocked, yes, but pleasantly. I could sense her anxiety rolling off her in waves before she even knocked on my door. Whenever she's near, my body goes into tunnel vison - all I see is her, all I hear is her, all I smell is her.I groan, digging my knuckles into my eyes to rub the sleep away. When my vision finally refocuses, my eyes immediately find their way to her.
"No.""But, I think it would be better if I -"Benji's sharp tone cuts me off. "I said no. It's final."It's times like this that I question if Benji and I have even made any progress in our relationship. The finality in his words are set in stone. He's firm in his opinion that he doesn't want me to come, but I don't care. I know better. Gwen will care if I'm there or not. I shift my weight in my seat, silently moving food around my plate as I contemplate my next step. Gwen is being temporary released from the cells in a holding room tonight, similar to where I stayed when I first got out. She'll get assigned her own personal Belinda to look after her before decisions are made on where she'll stay. Decisions that Benji doesn't want me involved with."I know you don't want me there," I start, catching the warning stare from his narrowing eyes. "but I know Gwen. She won't react well not knowing what's going on. It'll be good to have a familiar face.""A familiar face?" He ar
Jeremiah swings the door open abruptly at my confirmation, taking the lead in front of Benji and I. Compared to their staggering frames, I am practically invisible behind them, concealing Gwen and I from automatically seeing each other.At first, all that greets us is dead silence, until a familiar voice speaks up."Did you come back to untie me, asshole?"Her voice feels foreign on my ears. I haven't heard her direct, confident tone in what feels like forever. Jeremiah and Benji stand tall in the doorframe, unmoving, making it impossible for me to get around and see her. As a reflex, one of my hands shoots out to fist the back fabric of Benji's shirt, pre-emptively holding him back. His temper mixed with Gwen's brashness could lead to a potential disaster."Depends," Jeremiah begins to answer, his voice strained coming out through clenched teeth. "Are you going to behave or are you going to be a brat and try to attack me again?"Gwen's quick on her toes, answering almost right a
The moon looked beautiful, illuminating the dark sky with a soft hue. It was comforting to watch, putting some of my anxious thoughts at ease. I used the back of my hand to rub some of the sleep out of my eyes despite the ungodly hour. My eyes were red and puffy, any tears were long gone. I gave up on crying after Benji left the house hours ago.After leaving the pack house, we journeyed back to his home in silence. I had tried to reason with him, begging for him to change his mind on the cells in between tears. He offered me nothing in return, instead locking me in the home and sending guards to watch after me.At first I was sad, but in certain moments where I regain my sense, I'm angry. Furious that this is how he reacts during conflicts. No wonder he has such a bad track record with other packs - the second something doesn't go his way he blows up and revisits his former self. If this is how he reacts with Gwen, how can I realistically think this whole situation will work? How