Chapter 38

SOMA:

He doesn’t resist. No, he doesn’t at all. Instead, he just looks down at me with a wide stare, telling me how surprised he is. But that doesn’t even last for long because he is back with the smirk for the umpteenth time.

“Don’t you think you’re going a little bit far? We could always talk out whatever is going on without getting violent,” he says, mockery laced in his tone.

“Oh, you think this is too far?” and I put more pressure on his neck. “What about this? How does it feel like?”

The crazy thing about it is that he doesn’t even flinch one bit. I think he might be entirely resistant to pain, which might be a disadvantage for me if this goes on like this.

“Still feels the same to me, Soma. I still can feel your anger pouring out through your arm. You might need to tone it down a bit,”

I grit my teeth. Maybe because I have this urge to hit him in the face but I’m controlling myself from doing it. But if it gets to worse, he would be getting a sweetener from my fist.

Slowly I release the pressure on his neck until my arm was completely off him. This wasn’t going to be the right way if I have every reason to pour out my feelings. Not at all.

“Don’t even think about it!” I say when I suddenly notice his arm coming for me. But it was too late because he already hit me right in the chest, making me flinch.

His movement was too slow for me, though, as I quickly grab the hand he used in hitting me. Then I twist it, pull him close to me, and then knee him right in the gut. I then grab his hair which I use to push him to the wall.

“And you think I’m not good in a fight. I think this is proof enough of how good I can be,” I declare before letting go of his hair. I bend to pick up my shades on the floor and then walk over to his desk space to take a seat.

When I do make myself comfortable, crossing my leg alongside, I stare at him from where I am seated to see him looking back at me with mixed feelings while kneeling on the floor. I’m pretty sure stunning him was one of the reasons.

He finally gets up to his feet and then makes a little adjustment to his clothing before he starts to walk over to the desk space. After he sits at the other end of the desk, he says, “I can assure you that a bout with me would sweat you up. I held back because I can’t afford to ruin the beautiful things in this office. Look at the wall over there,” he gestures to the side where I attacked him. “It’s dented already. Now I’ve got every reason to make repairs around here,”

I roll my eyes at the very thought of his pompous attitude. Such an irritating thing to even think about.

“Can you now tell me why you had to come at me like that because of Luis? Isn’t that the warrior we talked about the other day?”

I nod. “He is,” I say, “and he came to me stating you have been warning him to stay away from me. Even if it’s just once,”

“I'm trying to make sense of what is going on here. What is going on between you two? The other day I asked you if you had something with him and you told me nothing is going on. So what’s the fuss about me threatening him? Why do you sound like you’re greatly affected by it?”

He has this look on his face after he finishes with every word. Something that goes in line with what he said initially about trying to make sense of what is going on here.

“Do you even need to know what is going on? I don’t think you do. But what I don’t seem to understand is why you’ll go about threatening him like you own me. Me and you, do we have anything together?” I ask, raising my brows questioningly.

“We don’t, I admit. But...” and he trails off.

“But what?”

He takes a hand to his hair and positions it differently. “But I think there could end up being one. You know, something like a situationship,”

I make a mocking sound through my nose. A grunt, to be precise. “What makes you think I would want to have anything to do with you? Look, that’s not the case here. The issue now is that after being warned by you, he’s been facing some situations with masked men stalking him.”

“Did you say masked men?”

“Yes, masked men,” I say. “Certainly the ones sent out by you,”

He shakes his head and then stands up from his seat. With that, he starts to run a hand through his hair, worry flashing on his face. “Why would you even think I would send out masked men to trail him? Is there a good enough reason for that?” he asks, disappointment written on him.

“Isn’t trying to be with me a good enough reason?”

“That’s not the point. Yeah, I could want to be with you and stuff like that. But why would I send out men to trail him when I could always confront him directly? You seem to be forgetting that he is a warrior under me, so definitely I would not have an issue talking to him.”

He seems to be making sense with his words that I can’t help but have a rethink about the whole thing. There shouldn’t be a reason for him to send stalkers after Luis. Sounds way too cowardly for a wolfling of his position.

“Then what could be on Luis’ tail if not men you sent after him? Is there something else going on around your pack that he should know of? Or maybe I should know of?”

He shakes his head. “Not that I know of,” he says, “but I’ll have to look into this fist to confirm the whole subject of the issue. And maybe from there I can understand what’s going on,” he stops talking and then looks in the air, his expression telling that he is confused. “If Luis knew he was going through such, why didn’t he come to me directly? Why did he have to assume it’s my doing all because I once told him to steer clear of you?”

“If you were in his shoes, Leonard, you would do the same thing. It will be so inconvenient to speak directly to a supposed rival and you should know that,”

He suddenly takes his hand off his hair and gives me a once-over. A smile follows up from him before he says, “Rival, huhn? Are you saying now that you have an intimate relationship already with Luis?”

It was at that time that I realized my mistake. I just committed a blunder by making mention of the supposed bond between Luis and me. Oh goodness, wasn’t I thinking?

“I’m not confirming anything,” I say, trying my best to sound confident. “I’m just saying that since Luis and I are trying to build a friendship in terms of sparring, having you in the picture would seem like a rivalry. I hope you get what I mean?”

That wasn’t the best of excuses but I think it should work. Although I know it would take a lot of convincing to make someone like Leonard believe what I just said. It’s pretty much a lame excuse to cover up the truth. And with the way things are going, it seems to me that he is linking things up already. Well, hasn’t he already?


“I get what you mean,” he keeps on smiling as he says, “but you do know that wasn’t going to convince me. Doesn’t even sound like something any other person would believe,”

“Well, I would advise you to believe it because it’s the truth,” I counter immediately. I’m pretty much not comfortable with this conversation anymore but I just have to try to get into it until I see a reason to end it. Hopefully, one comes soon enough.

“That aside, I’m a little bothered about what could be troubling Luis. I just hope it’s not what I think it is,”

The way he puts that makes me think he already has an idea of what is going on. And if he does, it could mean Luis might be getting a solution to his situation. For now, I would have to believe that Leonard has nothing to do with it.

“What do you think it is?” I have to ask him, my interest piqued by his opinion.

“Let me look into it first. But first I would advise you to tell Luis to be careful. I will try to do the same when I see him. I don’t want him getting into a situation where he wouldn’t be able to set himself free,”

I sigh. “I’m afraid you would have to do the telling yourself,”

“Why’s that?”

“Just as I am pissed off with you for instilling fear into him, it’s the same way I am pissed with him for thinking this is all my fault. Sometimes I wonder how you men think,”

“Oh, I see,” he then goes back to his seat which he has not been on for a while now. His legs would be a bit weary by now if he were human. “Doesn’t that sum everything up?” he says, intertwining his fingers in the process.

“In what sense?” I throw back a question at him.

“That he could be your mate,”

I put on my shades immediately and then get up from the seat. “Good day to you, Leonard,” I tell him and then move out from between the seat and glassy desk so I could head out of the office.

By the time I get to the entrance, I hear Leonard say in a loud voice which is only reflected as loud due to my hyper hearing: “Admit it, Soma. He is your mate,”

A smile makes its way to my face as I stop right in front of the entrance for a brief moment. I don’t say anything, though, and just push the door open to exit the office.