Chapter 27|A Long Awaited Kiss.

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**Isabelle's P O V.

At the De Luca Pack I made a friend in Leah who made the pack seem way more fun than ever. Francis had duties to attend to and was recently almost always away. I got that he had very important things to do and I was glad he stayed with me whenever he did in his free time.

Old Bea once made a passing comment about the colour of my hair and how it was found only on a Pack of wolves that were attacked and wiped out from the world ages ago. She also let me in on how Francis has the pack's blood running in him from his maternal side of the family. I was intrigued by the fact that the wolves were a breed of werewolves, human and faeries. They were dubbed as one of the most powerful packs in all history, the Opium Pack.

I sympathized with them from the deepest part of my heart imagining what it will be like having a whole territorial dominion wiped out.

Leah and I with bodyguards following us about left the De Luca Community and toured other parts of Manhattan while Alexander was no where to be seen ever since that day we nearly kissed.

Recalling how hot his breath felt on my lips makes the blood running in my veins heat up. There was a sort of urgency attached to his expression that made me ache to soothe his panic and grating agitation.

"You have that look on your face again, the one that makes me have a feeling you're thinking of my brother." Leah twirled the dark curls in her grasp before shoving her hair out of her face. The first time I saw her, I thought her hair was Black like her brothers' but I recently noticed that it was the darkest shade of brown that bordered on black.

"I'm not." I denied weakly because it was the only thing I could say. I couldn't help myself, no matter what I do my thoughts stray to him.

"I don't like what's going on with you guys even though I'm not apprised of some basically important stuff, I don't want to see either of you get hurt."

I released a huge sigh. If only she knew how desperately I wanted one of two things, 1. To be away from everything that could remind me of him if I couldn't be with him or, 2. To be with him if everything works out well as Old Bea is sure it will.

Well, I don't share her confidence too much because I overheard his intended going over details of her perfect wedding to the Alpha on the phone with girls who cooed and shrilled at her every word. I wasn't eavesdropping, only happened to be in the way while the convo was taking place.

So I found myself with tears trailing down my face and unto my satiny pillow that night.

Francis suggested we spend friday night at this new bar that just got opened, he said its tickets were like gold. Right now, Leah and I were dressing up for the night out. She chose a dress for me from the ones Alexander's PA, Miss Ivor got me when I first got here. It was an off shouldered black dress that showed off my back, it stopped mid thigh and I couldn't find it in myself to parade around other people wearing that. It felt too intimate to be showcased to the world so I paired it with black pantyhose and had my hair stretched then curled at the edges.

The look made me feel like I was a supernatural being, the dress made my hair stand out and I kind of felt comfortable and confident in the dress. It's colour complemented both my pale skin and my fiery locks.

Francis agreed to take us to the bar because he heard Leah cluing me on her friends' invite to a party. He begrudgingly suggested the bar but didn't mention chaperoning us until we were in the dim lit vip section. Leah wore a yellow cropped top with shorts that showed off her creamy long legs, she tied her hair up high on her head in a typical Ariana Grande style. She is Leah's icon and so far the only celebrity I know.

"Aren't you leaving?" Leah asked impatiently tapping her Louboutin heels on the floor. Yes, she tells me all about designers, the latest trivial stuff, the best makeup and all.

Francis tsked with a smirk, "And have your brother have my head? No can do."

"But there's Diego and Roy at our trails two four seven urgh. We do not need an addition." Leah complained. "We're both over twenty."

"Over twenty my a- foot." He cleared his throat roughly after catching himself at the last minute.

Francis ordered a drink for himself and kept looking at the dark corner of the club in the VIP. When the realization that he truly wasn't letting us drink anything that could play with our senses dawned on Leah she clasped her fingers to mine and helped me up.

"I love this song." She squealed, her ass was already shaking before I got up.

I gave Francis the 'I can't help it' smile and followed in her trail to the dance floor. When I glanced back I found him talking to a blonde haired girl.

That was quick!

Leah twisted her waist to the song placing her hand on my shoulder as if we were partners and I had no choice but to sway to the beat of the song even though it felt so odd and foreign to me seeing as I've never been to a bar before or danced in public. Dancing to me meant singing to myself in my cottage or by the stream or when hunting for food and standing on my tip toes moving to the sound of my vocal skills. Those skills stopped at that as well as the dance moves. I definitely had none like Leah had and it was clear and obvious that she was getting too lost into the song because she'd let go of my hand.

I felt a hand snaking around my waist before the strong putrid smell of what could only be alcohol waft over my senses. I felt like throwing up.

"Hey Pretty." The stenching man whispered to my ear as he rubbed what was most likely his member over my back in a sickening and intimate manner. I felt abused.

Before I was able to unwrap his hands from my waist I felt him being hauled off me. I was then pulled into the strong chest that could only belong to Alexander, his scent washed over the whole of my body as goosebumps erupted.

How the hell was he here?

I turned only to be placed into Francis' arms before Alexander jumped and began beating the other guy to a pulp.

"Alex, don't hurt him he didn't try anything." I cried unable to get myself out of the hold Francis had on me. With the way Alexander was beating the shit out of that guy it wouldn't be a wonder if he stays unconscious for the next several days. Or forever.

Francis' hold tightened on me as I became more frantic. The dancers had turned to bystanders and no one was making a move to come between Alex and the poor guy. Leah was standing apprehensively beside us as she too like everyone else stared wordlessly at the scene before us. I pled with tears streaming down my face over the knowledge that the guy was receiving such punishment because of me.

"Francis please." I pled and felt his arms soften. I took that as an opportunity and fled to Alex who was now shaking the bleeding guy with a ferocity that made everyone's eyes glint with fear.

I went around until I was facing him eye to eye before taking his hand in mine and getting between the two. His stance was rigid as he took in my sight, his jaw kept working as though he was stopping himself from speaking.

"I'm fine I promise. He did nothing to me." I swore looking down at our feet, tears were still streaming freely.

"He touched you. That is something to me. He fucking used his filthy hand on you and fucking touched you." He spoke between gritted teeth. "He rubbed.." I placed my fingers over his lips to stop him from going any further.

His knuckles were raw and bleeding from the blows given to the other man who was now being carried out of the room by the bouncers we saw at coming in earlier. I wrapped my hands over his fist as we stared wordlessly at each other. His emotions were too volatile I could feel the erratic beating of his heart.

Wanting to do nothing but soothe the rage in Alexander I placed my head as gently as I could over his chest and wrapped my hands around him. He pulled me closer to him and over my head addressed Francis who was now standing closer to us than he was earlier when he held me to him.

"Take Leah home, I'm leaving with Belle." Without another word he pulled me to him only stopping when we were within the confines of his car. The driver was already in as we got to the back.

Alex pressed a kiss to the back of my knuckles as he perched me on top of his thighs. I reciprocated the action with my eyes glued to his. Enamored and overwhelmed over being held to him with no precautions after so many days had me inching closer until my nose was rubbing against his and my lips brushing his for the briefest of moments.

The touch, as brief as it was intimate sent globs of current zapping through my whole body. I pressed a kiss to the side of his lips and felt Alexander's hands moving to my waist in a tight grip, he moved higher until the back of my neck was in his grasp, the hold was strong yet painless.

He tipped my chin up with his free hand and latched his lips to mine as though his life depended on it.

As though our lives both depended on that single action.