Alpha Elijah (Previously The Alpha)

Chapter 8: Alpha

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Recall: He walks toward the first round of trees he punched down, and throws two of them over his shoulders. With that I walk away completely confused.

"I'll be there soon." He yells after me. I nod, and give him a small smile. As I walk back I look to see how many escape paths I can find. I see two, maybe three that might work. One is accessible from what I think is Elijah's bedroom, but I will need to be in it again to be completely sure. As I reach the back door I hear Erik chuckling.

There's no doubt in my mind that he not only saw what just happened, but I'm assuming he heard it as well.

"What are you laughing at?" I ask completely annoyed.

"Nothing, nothing at all." He says smirking.

I roll my eyes, and stomp up the stairs. Stupid, egotistical wolves. As I enter the bedroom I breathe out a sigh of defeat as I close the bedroom door, and slide myself down to the ground beside it. He may have won this battle, but there's nothing that says I won't win the next. I run my fingers through my hair, and remember that I hadn't showered since last night. I probably look like hell right now. I lock the bedroom door, and walk into the bathroom. When I look in the mirror I realize that I'm right. My makeup is all over my face, my mascara is crumpled up under my eyes, and I have black eyeliner all over the sides. I smell like alcohol, and my hair looks like... well like I just had a hot make out session.

I reach into the shower that is frankly too large for just one person. It could easily fit a large bath tub, and ten other people comfortably. I turn on the faucet, and step back out while it heats up. As I take off my clothes I reflect on everything that has happened since I woke up two-ish hours ago. I have made out with my mate, if that is what he is, twice now. I still can't find my friend, but at least I know she's coming over. I've accepted that werewolves exist because no man, no matter how strong, could possibly punch out a tree. Never mind, the fact that he didn't have any cuts, scrapes, or bruises on his hands. Nor could they pick up two trees that I'm almost positive way at least three to four hundreds pounds each; maybe even more.

I step back into the shower, and wet my hair. I breath out a sigh of relief, and stand there just letting the water run over my body. The events from the tree clearing run through my mind. How dare he call me out like that?

I look around for soap thankful to find a bottle of feminine shampoo with the seal still intact around the lid. Have other woman used this shower? How many women has Elijah slept with? I swallow the lump that has made an appearance, and wipe the tears that threaten to fall. I can feel myself growing jealous, and angry by the minute so I shake those thoughts off as well. Opening the shampoo bottle I squirt a small amount into my hands, and work it into a lather before rubbing it into my hair. Do I have a right to be jealous, or even angry?

As I rinse out the shampoo, I find a conditioner bottle that is the exact same way. I'm really hoping that one of the maids put these bottles in here last night. If not, then I don't even know what to say. I have already made it known that I don't want to be their Luna, nor do I want to be his mate. What exactly happens if I don't accept either? Is it like a human break up? Or is it entirely different?

I find a bottle of woman's body wash, and place it on a louffa I find on a shelf in the corner. As I rub it on my body, memories of how Elijah touches me flash through my mind. Do I want to be Luna? Could I want this? Is what I'm feeling just the mate bond? No, you want to escape. You need to find a chance, and run.

I rinse the soap off of my body, and take a minute to really think about what I want. I always thought that I would go at life alone. The single life never really had much of a downside to me because you can do whatever you want. You want to hop on a plane to Spain? Then do it. You want to stay out all night? Then do it, no one will care if you don't come home. You want to spend all day in bed watching movies, and eating icecream? Then do it. Don't feel like washing your hair that day? Who cares?