Bullseye

Chapter 10

I toss and turn all night, a heavy feeling in my chest. I would be over whelmed with sorrow and then with loneliness, my feelings were no longer spontaneous but a series. First emptiness, then sorrow after that loneliness and finally pain. Just an aching pain going from my neck to my heart and then spreading across my whole chest. Phoebe was hurting more than I, she was crying and howling in my head. It would leave me sobbing and just when I thought it was over the emptiness would come back and the cycle would start over. Many times I would cry out into the night hoping someone or something would stop this wallowing but I only managed to wake up Ryley, he barged in and questioned me but I would roll over and pretend to be asleep. I didn't need some vampire to comfort me. I growl at the thought, only a wolf.

I couldn't understand why I was feeling like this or why I was craving the touch of a werewolf. Not just any wolf but that alpha's son. Stupid son. He bit me! I was fine before I met him. But now I miss him, I bloody miss him and i only saw him for about a minute. Yet I still can remember the small crinkles by his eyes and his hard defined jaw which was sprinkled with soft stubble. Thinking of him brings a smile to my face and Phoebe simmers down a bit. I release a growl at smiling of him and quickly snap out of it. I begin cursing him and blaming everything that ever went wrong in my life on him. Phoebe releases a feral snarl at my thoughts

You have no right to think of him like that! She growls fiercely in my head. I growl back at her but my thoughts die down, she is right. I don't know him, I had never met him before today and so I have no reason to say he is at fault.

Arching my back I howl into the night as the pain returns. Writhing on my bed I try to ignore the door opening and the lights being switched on. I hiss and close my eyes at the sudden brightness but it doesn't distract me from the ache that is slowly spreading.

"Rebecca!" Ryley shouts running into the room and sitting in the bed. He places his hand on my leg through the covers. "Are you okay? What's happening? Please answer me. Why are you like this? What bit hurts?" I growl loudly at the last one but he continues bombarding me with questions. He stops mid-sentence when he sees the bite in my neck.

"They marked you..." He whispers softy. What the heck does he mean by marked and who is they? I growl again, but then trail off into a whimper as the ache increases. He gets off the bed and walks out the room slamming the door.

What was that about?

My mind is taken off the question with thoughts of the alpha's son coming from Phoebe. They are filled with lust and want. I blush a little embarrassed with what she's thinking about but the pain lessens so I don't block her thoughts. When the become a little more graphic I try to block her but want is rolling off her in waves destroying all in their path including my wall. I am dragged under remembering the way he smelled it was the sweetest most pleasurable smell ever. I sigh allowing myself to be dragged deeper.

I'm not quite sure when I managed to fall asleep but I wake up to sunlight seeping through the curtains. I groan, drained from not sleeping enough and pull the duvet over my head shielding my eyes.

There was a loud crash and then a string of curse words. I growl but push myself off the bed to see what happened. I follow the commotion and it leads me to the kitchen. Without walking in I watch from the doorway. I take in like sight in front of me with a smirk on my face, finally forgetting about the sorrow.

Ryley is standing by the fridge in nought but his boxers with a cracked egg dripping down the side of his face, another one on his shoulder and one on his chest. A bottle of milk was in his hands. Rage written all over him. There was another man sat on the floor in shock and he had and empty bag of flour on his head as the flour that once occupied that space was covering him from head to toe. On his lap was a half empty, or half full box of eggs.