No matter how long Alpha Elijah sparred with the people who were here, he did not seem to lighten up in terms of the way that he was feeling. All along, I had been under the impression that his emotions would lighten up once he got everything out of his system, but it just wasn't happening. It was something that baffled me, and I was starting to get more and more curious in terms of knowing what it was that was making him feel this way. If I didn't know any better, then I would have gone ahead and asked him what was going on, but I did not want to find myself as the focus of his rage. But it seemed like luck was on my side for once, because I must have suffered for long enough. I said this because Samantha walked through the doors to the gymnasium. The only reason why I knew that, was because of the fact that I could see the change in Alpha Elijah's posture, in the way that he tensed. I had heard the door opening, but I had to turn around to see that it was her. But Alpha Elijah had

As I watched Samantha spar with our head enforcer, Matthew, I could not help but to acknowledge the fact that she was destined for combat. I did not know what it was that made her combat technique so special, but I could tell that she had a knack for it. She seemed to possess the ability to get Matthew to perform a specific set of moves and techniques, and just when it seemed like Matthew was gaining the upper hand, the tables turned and she was able to put him in his place. I did not know how Matthew managed to bounce back every time, but that was also not something that I was concerned about. "Ah, for fuck sakes!" Matthew's exclamation as he fell to the ground, came as no surprise to me. It was yet another one of those instances where she had backed him into a corner without him realising it. I could see that he was upset, and he was more than ready to shift and attack her to teach her a lesson, but I had made a rule that we were not allowed to shift. I did not know how well she w

It had not been my intention to strike her with that particular response, but I found that I was incapable of keeping it in for much longer. I had been allowing it to eat at me since I had discovered it, and the fact that I had managed to keep it in until now had been a surprise in itself. Admittedly, I had had something else to distract myself with, something to occupy my mind until now. But now that I was forced to acknowledge the possibility that the only reason why she wanted to go home, was in order to meet that scoundral of hers again. I had gone home this afternoon for a change of clothes, to dress appropriately for my afternoon in the gymnasium. I had gone into the bathroom in the hallway out of desperation to relieve my bladder, when I caught a whiff of something that didn't belong in my house, And I followed it, finding the source to be none other that Samantha's room. And it definitely belonged to a person, and not simply to a possession that someone had borrowed her. She

If I thought that the conversation in the gymnasium was difficult, then there were no words for me to explain the way that I was feeling now that Elijah was walking home with me. I had been convinced that I would have been able to get away from him by doing this, but as it turned out, the exact opposite was happening. And there was nothing that I could do about it. The only thing that made the situation slightly more bearable, was the fact that he wasn’t talking to me. The moment that he started to drill me with questions, I knew that we would be done for. I knew it, without an ounce of doubt in my mind. I could only hope that the silence would continue all the way home. But it was almost like thinking about it had been enough to conjure it up, for Elijah started speaking, breaking the already tense silence. “So, are you just going to avoid talking to me until we get home? If that’s your game plan, then I’m going to burst your bubble right now, because I’m not going to stand for tha

I wished that I could say that there was nothing else that bothered me that evening, but unfortunately, that was not the case. Not even in the most remote manners that you could think of. And as much as I wished that I could have done something to make it better, I knew that my options were limited, since the way that I was feeling was not being spurred on by myself, but instead by Elijah. And if I had to be completely honest with myself, then I would be willing to admit that I didn’t know why I was so upset, but the point of the matter was that I was. I didn’t know what it was that made today so different, but it seemed to me like Elijah had something planned - or perhaps I was only now starting to learn of the cycle that Elijah considered to be a part of his normal, everyday routine. After all, he might not need someone to clean his house every day of the week, but someone coming in once a week seemed like a completely acceptable agreement. Because that was part of what made me fee