Chapter 34: Clowns, Cravings, and Complete Denial

*Yasmeen*
I move closer to him. I raise my hand and trace the length of the side of his face. He looks at me like he will chop my hand off if I don’t stop, but I ignore the warning glare. He wouldn’t dare hurt me, his true love.

“You mean Tobias? You know he is your brother, and sometimes we have to put up with family…even if they aren't desirable,” I coo. 

I move closer and his earthy scent fills my nostrils, causing a wet pool to form between my thighs. 

“I don’t need him here disturbing what I have going with Thelma,” Alpha Kyle retorts. 

Thelma? The wretched witch? Besides her being a lousy surrogate, what is it that he has going with her? Lousy meaningless sex? I mean, from the way he ran from her room the other night, I doubt her bedroom skills are anything to write home about. 

“Forget that witch for a little bit. You do know I can give you what you need more than she ever could, right? I am sexy and strong. I can handle that beast inside you like a pro. By the time I am done with you, that roaring lion will be purring like a pussy cat,” I say and purr for impact as I launch my body against his. 

I catch a frown on his face and he raises his hands and pushes me off him. 

“Look, Yasmeen, I don’t see you in that light, okay? I am sorry that you can’t seem to find yourself a suitable mate, but you are like my baby sister, and what you are suggesting is nothing short of disgusting.” 

I blink as I look at him. Sister? Is he mad? Are his migraines back? We don’t share the same blood. Does a sister’s honey pot pulse at the sight of their brother? I think not. HE is my mate, my monster, my man. I just have to show that to him. 

I move back towards him, and raise my exposed thigh up to his waist as I let my arms encircle his neck. 

“Little sister? Can’t you smell the aroma of my arousal? Does that scent seem sisterly to you?” 

“Stop!” he howls and pushes me roughly away. 

The chandelier above us shakes, as the very floor and walls shudder at the sound of his thunderous voice. Some books fall off the bookshelves as his eyes flicker a menacing red as he looks in my direction. I can tell the demon is about to crawl out and he is struggling to hold the beast at bay. The veins in his face tell me that he is livid. 

Well, I guess the guy is in denial or under a love charm. Why else would he deny all this fleshy awesomeness? I watch, regretfully, as he storms out of the room. 

I straighten my shorts, taking the time to compose myself, just as I hear someone clearing their throat. 

“Hello, beautiful.” 

I turn around and my eyes meet a pair of brown ones. 

“Tobias,” I greet coldly. I’m not shocked like I should have been; rather, I’m annoyed he gets to see my sexiness when it’s not intended for him. 

“Oh, it’s you? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, and with that outfit, I didn’t know it was you, Yasmeen. You are all grown now, aren’t you? No dried mucus all over your nose anymore.” Tobias chuckles. 

“Yeah, I am all grown up, but don’t get any ideas….I doubt you should be addressing me so casually. After all, I am the future Luna, you know?” I tell the Casanova who is looking at me with a sheepish grin on his face. 

“Future Luna? Which Alpha has shown interest in you?” Tobias asks. 

“The Alpha among Alphas, of course. The one and only, Kyle Logan, your brother. For a Logan, you are really slow at catching on,” I muse as I straighten my wig. 

I see a shadow pass over Tobias’ face, but as soon as it appears, it is gone, replaced by a smile.

“I see…. It’s weird, though. I had no idea Halloween was being celebrated early this year; I see you are already trying on your outfit. So, who is the unlucky one who will be chaperoning you during trick or treating? And, sorry if it’s not obvious, but who are you supposed to be?”

The insolence of this scruffy man. If anyone looks like he is wearing a Halloween costume, it's him. With that overgrown beard, over-tanned skin, and that ridiculous worn-out leather jacket. 

Tobias makes a diamond shape with his fingers and peers at me through it with one eye. 

“Oh, I see it now. You are Bobo the clown? Or is it Molly the clown, since you are a girl?” Tobias snickers. 

“And what are you? A scarecrow?” I say as I push my way past him. I can hear him laughing from behind me. I wish I could shift so that I can drag his bum ass along the riverside. 

“Why are you angry, sweetheart? I like clowns, actually. It’s a compliment. By the way, your mascara is running, your teeth have lipstick stains, and your wig is crooked…unless it’s all in the name of the fabulous costume,” he bawks at me.

I clench my teeth and ball my fists. 

“Fuck off, Tobias!”