Chapter 31

Allison's pov
I woke early the next morning with a pounding headache. I turned over and I noticed someone was in bed with me. I poke the person and when the blanket uncovers the person. “Zander? What are you doing in my bed?” I screech.
“Good morning to you too.” She smirks at me.
At that moment I realized I didn't have any pants on. I quickly cover my lower end with the blanket.
“What happened last night? Why am I in your bed” I ask again.
“Well you and Tara went to a party and you had a few drinks and you were pretty much drunk last night.” Zander says while sitting up on the bed.
I look at him and I notice he isn't wearing a shirt. I could feel my body warm at the sight of him.
“Ok but that doesn't explain why I'm in your bed with you.” I sit up facing him. “Wait did we do something last night?” I'm scared I pounced on him and now he knows I'm a werewolf.
“No we didn't, although you were telling me some pretty interesting things last night.” Zander looks at me.
I feel a wave of relief come over me.
“So I'm scared to ask what happened? How did I come to be in your room?” I ask again for the third time.
“Well when we got home last night, you were pretty out of it and I suspect you were given spiked drinks at the party so I wanted to make sure you were ok. And you're so oppinated when you drink. And you definitely don't hold back on how you feel either.” Zander says.
I feel my face heats up again. Oh no what did I say? I can't take this humiliation any longer and go to get up from the bed to get anywhere where Zander isn't. But I didn't know the blankets were wrapped around me and I tripped and started to fall but that's when I felt a strong grip on my arm pull me back.
“Are you ok?” I hear a husky voice next to my ear.
I nod and I feel a finger on my chin and lift it up so I'm looking at Zander. That's when I realize I'm pinned under him and he is on top of me. I look up and he is shirtless and I can see his toned muscles. I get even more red it seems and I look away.
“Where do you think you're going? Zander says.
“I was just going to my room to change.” I let out.
“Oh well you might want to put on some pants then. Although I like the idea of you not wearing pants.” He smirks.
“How did I become undressed last night?” I ask, still staring at him with a hard look.
“Well I helped you of course but don't worry I didn't touch you without consent.”
“Oh don't worry I am not worried, I'm too ugly for someone like you to want me.” I think I only realized I said that out loud when Zander gave me a deathly look. Oh no I said that out loud.
“I didn't mean to say that out loud.” I chuckle.
But apparently Zander doesn't find it funny.
“Well um I'm going to go now.” I say thinking Zander will let me up. But I'm wrong and he holds me down more.
“Can't I get up please?” I ask weary.
“No you can't because there are a few things that I need to set straight for you.” Zander has a hard look.
“Fine, what is it?” I roll my eyes. Wait where did I have the guts to do that. I thought for sure Zander would be upset.
“First off I wanted to apologize for hurting you the other day and I wasn't ready to come to terms about my feelings for you. But now I know I want to be with you, I want to wake up to you every day and I want to be lovers. I want to know everything about you and share your burdens and pain. I want to know why your family has been cruel to you and treated you like crap for years. I also want to know why you feel the need to starve yourself. You may not know it but I see how much you eat or should I say don't eat.” Zander says looking at me with dare I say it love?
My head is spinning from what he is saying. Can I trust Zander? I want to trust him but I don't know if I can.
“I forgive you, I want you to be sure though that this is how you truly feel because I don't want you to say this now and go back to not wanting anything to do with me later on. I will tell you later about my family but for now all I will say is that they never really liked me except for my brother and my younger sister.”
“Yes I know you said that last night.”
“Wait, how much did I say last night?” I ask worried.
“Not much, all you said was your family is cruel to you except for Wyatt and Lydia. And that you felt so alone.” Zander said, really looking at me.
“Oh well, um great.” I say looking perplexed. “Um well all I will tell you now is that my family is cruel to me, and my parents loved to beat me every chance they got. Because I'm fat and ugly and useless. And for whatever reason they hate me.” I say looking down, my eyes are wet with tears and I don't want Zander to see me cry. I spent most of my life not crying because I had to be strong and not weak. I never gave my parents the satisfaction of seeing me breakdown in tears. I could feel arms wrap around me and the flood gates opened. I could feel the barriers around my heart break and I felt like I was drowning but in the mist I was held by Zander, his warmth was a beacon for me and I felt stronger just by his touch. I could hear him murmur sweet things in my ear. I was starting to calm down and I was beginning to be aware of the heat coming off Zander. I blushed thinking about him and how he had no shirt on. I suddenly felt embarrassed for crying in front of Zander and tried to push him away.
“What's wrong sweetheart?” I heard a worried voice ask. My wolf preened at the word sweetheart.
“Oh um nothing. Sorry I cried over something so silly. I usually have a better hold on my emotions.” I say chuckling but really it sounds like I'm coughing. “Well I really should go get dressed and ready for the day.” I say again attempting to get up but again I'm held back by Zander.
“Don't ever apologize for crying, it's ok if you need to cry. I can't imagine having to go through that. I wish I could take away your pain.” Zander said, kissing my head. I leaned into his touch and we stayed like that for a few minutes.
“Ok I won't apologize again for crying.” I smile at him. “I learned from a young age how to deal with the pain. I don't feel the pain any more, just the memory's though are painful now.” I look at my shirt. Wait a second, my shirt is different. Oh no, who changed my shirt?
“Um, who changed my shirt last night?” I ask frantically.
“I did, but don't worry I didn't do anything but I did see your scars. Were those from your parents?” He asked in a gruff voice.
“Yes they were, every time I would talk back or disobey I would be whipped. But that was when I was younger. Over the years the whipping didn't make me mindlessly obey them anymore so they had other means to keep me in line. But I started to be in the shadows more and kept out of their way after that. The beatings were less frequent and I could maybe go a few days without punishment.” I told Zander. If looks could kill, his would probably kill hundreds. If I didn't know Zander then I would be scared of him.
“How could they do that to their own daughter? I'm so sorry that happened to you.” He said cradling me. It felt nice to be with him and I felt the pain and anguish I suffered at the hands of my parents start to dim.
We stayed like that for ten min and finally we got up and got ready for the day. My head still felt like someone crushed it with a tire iron.
“It will feel better once you take some medicine and have some food to eat.” Zander said, noticing me rubbing my head.
“I hope so cause this headache feels terrible.” I give Zander a small smile.