Chapter 104
Claire's POV
My parents and Bervely are no where to be found and neither are their cars once we step out of the house. I'm relived they arn't here to see me walking out with the Beta and Alpha. Who knows what they would've had to say.
I follow behind Bryat; Martin still has his hand securely on the small of my back. I can't help the blush that creeps up my neck. He starts to walk into Martin's house.... Kenneth old home. I stumble a little and can't help but stop. Martin looks down at me and after a minute he realises
"if it makes you uncomfortable we can go somewhere else, I want you to be comfortable in your f-" he stops and clears his throat
"never mind"
I raise and eyebrow but shake my head
"no, sorry I'll be fine" I assure him and he nods, still a little reluctant
We follow Bryat inside and I look around, last time I was in here I was cleaning out all there things...I shutter at the memory. It looks completely different, which helps. I'm surprised at the decor, it's nice, modern and simple...not what I was expecting from Martin.
"The two of them-" Martin hits to Lena and Bryat
"had to move in yesterday, their house next door had pluming failure. I hope you don't mind they'll only be staying a few days" he tells me "it's actually been a help, Lena forced me to go to the store with her...the house was pretty empty and she insisted I fix it up for when yo-...I mean people come by" he looks away rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile
I smile too
"it looks nice" I tell him and he looks back over to me
We hear a shriek as we make our way into the living room, someone walks out of the kitchen
"Claire I didn't know you'd be coming over today!" Lena says with a happy smile, she smacks Bryat for not telling her, he laughs and hugs her tightly
"Anyways I was just making a snack for these two hungry boys but I have plenty" she says happily and runs off back into the kitchen
"She's happy you're here, she hasn't really been able to talk to a lot of the girls in the pack besides you" Bryat tells me and I smile glad to be thought of as a friend by someone3
Lena come back with snacks in hand, holding a tray of sandwiches
"I had to make Martin fill his fridge, you should I have seen it two days ago, all he had was milk and bacon" she laughs setting the tray down on the dark oak coffee table.
"I don't need much" he shrugs and makes a side glance at me
Lena rolls her eyes and motions for us to sit on the cream cloth couch, I sink into it right next to Martin's heavy body. Bryat sits in a silver stitched patterned chair across us on the other side of the coffee table, Lena taking the golden victorian style chair next to him.
"You did an amazing job decorating" I tell her and she seems overjoyed by the compliment
I look around, a large book case is filled with hundred of books, framed pictures of beautiful places of the world line the wall and a few pictures of family line the other. The marble fireplace is lit, the flames dying out but coals still red hot. The air smells of Martin, but that may be because he scoots closer and closer to me every passing minute.
"Thank you, Martin was very open to suggestion" she laugh, her brown eyes are sweet as she looks around at her work, her honey coloured hair is slightly frizzy and spread across her shoulders
"Honestly I just let her pick out everything " he chuckles and his hand inches towards mine that rests on the couch next to me
"One day when the plumbing is fixed you have to come over and see what I've done with me and Bryat place" she suggests and I readily nod
"I would love that" I answer with honestly, her eyes light up
I start to ask another question but I feel Martin stare intently at me. I try not to notice but his stare is overwhelming and makes me shiver.
Bryat looks between us with humorous green eyes
"Well if you two don't mind I'm going to eat" He says and reaches over, grabbing a sandwich from the silver tray
"Oh! I forgot to put mustard on yours" Lena says and jumps up, I sigh in relief...I hate mustard
"Oh no you don't" before she can squeeze between the two chairs to go into the lavish kitchen, he grabs her arm and spins her into his lap, careful not to drop his sandwich on her
She giggles with her legs laying over his lap, one hand holding his food the other wrapped around her. I blush and look away when he kisses her. My eyes lock on Martin and his eyes are still on me. I try to look away but his golden stare has me honed in. It's like his eyes hold an entire universe and the longer I stare the more I see the depth, the more I want to witnesses and understand him.
"Anyways Claire would you like a tour of the house?" She asks and I tilt my head almost telling her I've seen it a million times. She seems to understand without me saying
"oh I'm sorry...I forgot, I'm sorry for your loss by the way"she smiles sympathetically
"Thank you" I nod, not really wanting to think more on it
"but I'd love to see what you've done" I tell her and she stands from Bryat's lap and already starts to walk into the kitchen, explaining
I stand to follow her but Martin grabs my hand, I turn back
"don't be gone too long" he asks of me and I slowly nod, not knowing how else to respond.
I follow Lena around the house that has been transformed into something completely different from how my aunt and uncle had it. The office now has maps of the territory, a dark mahogany desk and matching book cases are spread out. A patterned rug and dark leather office chair sits behind the paper cluttered desk. My mind wonders on seeing Maddox sitting in here with stitched eyebrows and a fixed eye on his work, thinking over the packs enemies and allies.
She leads me upstairs and I hesitantly follow. Like the rest of the house, the master bedroom has changed since...their deaths. All new furniture and in different places, I'm glad of this but I can still see my Uncle lying across the bed...dying with May hanging onto him for dear life. But my thoughts quickly stray from that memory...I think of the day I saw Martin standing in the window, eyes dark and piercing through me as I stood in my undergarments in the window across him. I stare at his unmade bed against the wall, the sheets and covers pulled back on one side, pillows in a chair beside the dark bed. I feel my heart flutter and cheeks heat at the instant image that explodes in my head of me and him laying together.
We finish the tour and head back into the living room. Martin life. But my thoughts quickly stray from that memory...I think of the day I saw Martin standing in the window, eyes dark and piercing through me as I stood in my undergarments in the window across him. I stare at his unmade bed against the wall, the sheets and covers pulled back on one side, pillows in a chair beside the dark bed. I feel my heart flutter and cheeks heat at the instant image that explodes in my head of me and him laying together.
We finish the tour and head back into the living room. Martin and Peter are talking and sitting in the same place we left them. Martin stands instantly when we walk in "how do you like it?" He asks and for a moment I am confused
"Like what?" I ask and Bryat chuckles
"The decor, look at him he's a nervous reck just to see if you like it" Bryat laughs harder as he finishes
"Martin I told you to trust me" Lena sighs and goes to sit in Peters lap
"Oh yes, it's beautiful" I nod honestly and he lets out a relives sigh and smiles softly
We sit together all talking. Lena tells stories of the three of them growing up, then the day of her eighteenth birthday when she found out Bryat was her mate. I smile and listen to the stories, Bryat tells embarrassing stories of Martin and I can't help but laugh. Even Martin smiles, bigger than I've ever seen. He's cracked a few grins but here, in the isolation of his house, with the three of us, he seems so much more relaxed.
I helped Lena fix dinner, we talked right through lunch, the boys watched and listened to our conversation. Martin never took his eyes off me, it was so distracting I caught a hand towel on fire when taking out the food from the oven. I blushed as red as the fire, but everyone laughed and was only worried if I was hurt.
I feel like I'm in my own little bubble here. No one judges me, no one thinks I am weak, no one looks at me as if I'm nothing. All three of them make me feel like I'm not different, like they actually want me around.
I smile, sitting next to Lena and Bryat and Martin across me, at the table. I wipe my mouth with a napkin "this was good" I look down at my empty plate, stained red from the sauce
"It was, you two did a good job" Bryat smiles with his mouth full of his third helping
"Yes you did" Martin agrees
I begin to thank them but my phone rings
"excuse me" I say and stand, I walk into the living room, Martin's eyes linger on me
"Hello?" I answer looking out the window, into the darkness
"Where are you young lady?! Are you with Lawrence?! How dare you! I knew you were bad but this-!" I hear my Mothers screeching on the line and pull my phone away at the sound
Chairs slide against tile and a moment later the three of them are behind me. I turn and Martin looks mad, the other two frown...I'm assuming they heard
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