The rogue Alpha

Chapter 9: A secret revealed

(Siren's POV)

I woke up feeling like I was in a bear hug. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hunter's face fast asleep in my face. I'll admit, I did feel a flush run up my neck, but it was not because of Hunter himself!!! It was because of the fact that I was supposed to be alone in a room without having to worry about strange males intruding my space! I jumped up, growling loudly. Hunter awoke at my sudden movements and growling but when he realized what was going on, he calmed.

"H-How did you sleep?" he asked. His voice lacked the usual confidence he normally had. His emotions were worried and a little scared. I'm sure it was the growling that had him scared but I was confused at his worry. I narrowed my eyes.

"I slept fine...why?" I said suspiciously. His eyes quickly looked away from me, avoiding my gaze.

"N-No reason! J-Just curious." he stuttered. I growled louder. I knew he was lying and I never tolerated liars. I pounced at him, hands going for his throat and before long, I had him pinned to the bed by the throat, my eyes glowing blood red and growling.

"You want to lie to me again?" I asked in a low and menacing voice. He clawed at my arms as he shook his head. I narrowed my eyes but pushed away from him. He coughed heavily, gasping for air. I waited, glaring at him like he was a rotten piece of meat I couldn't stop smelling or get away from. After his coughing fit, he looked at he with slight fear in his eyes. Good. I preferred people being afraid of me instead of liking me. If people were afraid of you, they either didn't mess with you or avoided you all together. If someone liked you, it was easy for them to stab you in the back. Hunter sighed slightly.

"Y-You were screaming last night. Around 1 or 2 in the morning was when the blood-curdling screams erupted from your room. I banged on your door but you didn't answer." he said, causing my eyes to go wide. I knew where this was going and I felt like it was too soon.

"I stormed in and you were on fire, literally! I tried to get you out of the flames but I couldn't get past the heat. Then a figure appeared in the flames. It looked like it was looking down at you." I mentally cursed as my jaw clenched in annoyance. Hunter continued.

"When I yelled at it to leave you alone, it looked at me then pointed at me saying that you were difficult and that I had to be patient with you. It also said that you needed me as much as-" he was cut off by my fist making a hole in his wall. My anger flared wildly.

"WHEN DID YOU START PLAYING MATCH-MAKER?!" I yelled at my demon. I didn't even try to hide it. He had already seen him anyway. I felt Daemon stir in my mind.

'N-Now Si-' he started but I cut him off.

"DON'T SI ME!!! YOU KNOW GOOD AND WELL I DON'T NEED ANYONE!!! WE'VE BEEN PERFECTLY FINE ON OUR OWN!!! AND NOW THAT WE HAVE A CHANCE TO BE WITH OTHERS, YOU THROW MY WANTS AND NEEDS ASIDE FOR YOURSELF!!! I KNOW YOUR A DEMON BUT THIS IS AN ALL NEW LOW!!!" I yelled. I didn't care if Hunter was in the room. I didn't care if the entire pack house heard me. I was angry and when I was like that, it took a lot to calm me. This time it was different. I've never been this mad before. Sure, I've been mad enough to kill, heck, I have killed before! But my anger now was unrivaled to any other time and Daemon knew it. He stayed silent as I growled.

Eventually, I heard Hunter clear his throat and I snapped my head at him, glaring at him. I stormed up to him, and half to my surprise, he backed away in fear. I backed him into a wall and growled.

"You will forget everything you saw last night and you will not tell anyone about this, understand?" I said, my eyes narrowed and my voice dangerously low. I saw Hunter tremble slightly in fear as he nodded.

"Good." I backed up slightly. "I'm going for a walk in the woods. Do NOT have anyone follow me or anything like that, including you, got it?" He nodded again and I could practically smell his fear. I didn't bother glancing back as I stormed out of the room. Wolves who occupied the nearby rooms had peaked their heads out to try and figure out what was going on but all I had to do was growl for their ears to go back and their heads to hide behind closed doors. I didn't slow until I was outside about 5 miles away from the pack house. When I made sure I wasn't followed, red flames erupted on my shoulders, growing higher as my anger grew. I was still mad Daemon had told Hunter that I was weak and needed to be looked after.

'Technically, I never said-' I growled to cut him off.

"I don't want to hear a single word come out of you, demon!" I growled. "I'm tired of dealing with your bull and you constantly wanting attention just to tick me off! I may not be able to get rid of you but if I could, you would have been gone a long time ago!" He sighed.

'I'm aware for your feelings towards me and trust me, I'm not fond of being stuck with you either but life sucks, doesn't it?' he said. I growled before punching a nearby tree. I didn't feel the pain so I punched it again. And again. And again. And I punched and punched until my knuckles started bleeding. However, I didn't care. I just kept punching until the sun was starting to reach the horizon. When I realized what time it was, my hands were covered in blood with bits of the tree sticking out of my knuckles. The tree I was using as a punching bag was also covered in my blood. I stood there, panting heavily and feeling the sweat on my forehead.

I had forgotten to eat all day and I was starting to feel hungry. I sighed and started walking back to the pack house. I hated the thought of other wolves staring at me like I was a lion among sheep and I was about to bite a head off. I also wanted to be nowhere near Hunter for the rest of the day. The main reason being the fact that I didn't want to talk to him but for some reason, I was afraid of what he would say about my hands. I really didn't want him making a big deal out of a little blood. I growled at myself as that thought process ran through my mind. Who cares if he or anyone else worried about me! I've lived on my own for the past 11 years. Who cares if I have a little scratch! No one...no one is the answer.