Chapter Twenty Seven

I can't deny that I'm pissed off.

Who invites their homophobic twat of a mother to come stay? I was able to cut myself off from my parents almost completely, and yes maybe there were those days when I wanted to email them until they answered and beg them to take me back but I was strong and I crushed that patrimonial part of me and pushed them aside.

Castus shouldn't be talking to her, much less letting her stay. She was a bigger bitch then my parents and that's saying something.

How can he say he wants to make things up to me and allow the woman who suggested locking me up for him to use in private for the appearance of being straight and the freewill to go about knocking up wolves while he was away from me.

Didn't she practically suggest turning me into some form of sex slave? And Castus is inviting her into his home?

What does this say about Castus?

Ever since the incident with Zack he was constantly hovering over me. I was well aware that an alpha had his duties, it wasn't a five day, seven hour job, it was twenty-four-seven. Every day, every month, every year, until you were no longer an alpha.

People think being the alpha is desirable, I've seen the work Castus's father had to do, I've cleaned his study (none of the girls were allowed to do that for whatever reason, I've never cared to learn it) and the fact that his pack was newly formed only made it worse.

How did Castus have so much time to spend on me?

The worst thing was I'd grown into a deep-rooted habit of asking Castus for things in this tone that made me cringe right as the words left my mouth.

I don't ask Castus to do things, I just do things, he doesn't need to know where I'm going and I don't need to get permission from him for it. It might be his house but I was only there because I was stuck until he permitted my leaving, I have no responsibility to be polite in his home.

But when I left the games room to get a can of coke from the fridge he stalked after me and asked me where I thought I was going in the most confrontational way, really I'd only tried to escape once or twice and he was so twitchy about it.

I heard some clatter in the kitchen and guessed it must be Zack, it was always Zack, it's like he never leaves the place.

"Sit down."

I looked him in the eye, consciously keeping my chin up as I did so, and glared. And then I glared at the hand that held my wrist in a firm grip.

"Let go of me."

"Sit down," He commanded again and I scowled.

"I'm not gonna fucking sit down so either let go of me or come with me." I frowned. "No wait, not the second one."

He growled and the hair on my neck and arms stood on end, it was the cause of a battle in me. One where I fought the reaction I got from those types of things and tried so hard to cover it up with a mask of indifference.

"Sit your ass down, if you need something I'll call Zack, sit down."

"Fuck you, Zack isn't a servant." I wasn't actually concerned about that, I knew Zack liked dishing out drinks or preparing supper, but I was dying to start an argument. It was a conscious effort, though I had no idea just why.

I could see the red in his face as he fought off just pinning me down and forcing me to submit. I knew what he wanted to do, but I also knew that he wanted me to want him again and that was probably the only thing holding him back.

"You will sit."

The alpha-tone echoed in my head and I was dizzy with it's power before I realized I had sat back beside him.

I knew why I was angry, because I was embarrassed, because I cried, because I accidentally opened up to the fucker that locked me in in the first place.

Men don't cry, wolves don't cry, and rogue's certainly don't cry.

But as I sat back down beside him I got that nagging voice back in the basement of my mind that mutters in delight how close he is, how I can feel his warmth and smell his comforting scent. It made me feel hazy and sleepy being around him.

I felt more alert and responsive when I was away from him, that was how I convinced myself to move. I hated feeling slow and sluggish, I told myself, but of course it never really quite felt like that.

"I want to go to get a drink," I said through gritted teeth.

"I'll call Zack."

"No, I want to go."

He just ignored me and handed me the remote.

I scowled at him. "Is this seriously about the kiss, are you still pissed off about that! Is that why you're sticking to me like chewing gum in my fur?"

He turned to me and I admit having the full attention of his piercing eyes was a bit of a shock.

"To an extent, yes it is. And am I wrong for doing it?"

I growled, "You punished me for it already! That's where it's supposed to end! I took thirty, you have no right to continue this!"

His eyes flashed red just before I turned to the small 'oh' that came from behind me, and there was Zack with our drinks, Castus must have called him over the pack line. Fuck.

Why did I really not want Zack to know about it?

Maybe because Zack made me feel like a dominant wolf and submitting to a punishment from a dominant wold didn't make me sound very dominant.

He avoided my eyes when he laid the tray down and looked miserable as he did so. I thanked him for the drink, glad he was not looking and could not see the blush on my face.

Castus popped open his beer and I my Pepsi.

Zack had even brought a glass with ice cubes, what a darling, I sighed.

"When am I going to be able to leave?"

Castus shrugged. I felt the way the mood shifted to tense in the air.

I just set the controller down and watched him play. He clearly didn't enjoy these games so I didn't understand why he insisted on playing them with me when originally Fedor had offered to play.

He was wearing a black tank top and grey sweats, clearly he wasn't planning on doing any work soon and I had to wonder if this was the norm for him. Perhaps Adam ran the pack while Castus was away, Luna knows he was qualified to, but it was a lot of work and if not for the title then why?

When he jerked in his seat and his chest was pushed forwards and then back his shirt rose up a little to reveal a slip of his powerful chest.

My stomach twisted as I looked up at his handsome face, his eyes were darting back and forth in deep concentration and his mouth, just parted, showed a cut of his perfect gleaming teeth.

And below, his neck, available, clean flesh, I watched the way his corded muscles moved with rapt attention.

Along with his intoxicating scent it made it almost difficult to keep from trying to really get close to him and sometimes I wondered why I bothered trying.

But this time there was something weighty in the air, thick, it made me dizzy.

Maybe I was staring too long, maybe it was the images in my head that started flitting through despite my conscious attempts at trying to stop them.

When I finally managed to look away it felt like I had been struggling for hours and there was a sheen of sweat on my forehead. I took a gulp from my Pepsi, frightened by my own clear urges.

Still the images flew uncontrolled through me, a picture of his fangs embedded in my soul, his body on mine, not even intimately touching just skin to skin. Gods it would feel so good to feel his skin on mine, feel that transfer of heat, just feel that soft skin and feel the power of those rippling muscles.

FUCK. I closed my eyes and pressed my thumbs against my temples.

When I opened them again Castus was hunched over me, his fangs were withdrawn and I could see the internal battle in those dark, dark eyes, with the swirling blue and green flecks.

His voice came out as a growl, something inhumane, "Why are you doing this to me?"

My breath hitched, I tried to answer the question but all I could focus on was how close we were, how he towered over me and skin I felt on my fingers.

I gasped, shit, I was touching him, I had my hands on his stomach! When did that happen?! What the fuck! I took a deep breath as I looked up at his muscular frame, the crazy in his eyes was almost enough to be frightening, and yet I didn't take my hands away.

The heat was already over, what is this?