It's Wednesday morning and the first few school periods went by like a breeze. I was too preoccupied with my newly required senses as a mate, to actually pay attention on what's happening around me.
Whenever I walk into a class that Elliot was previously in, my nostrils could sense his scent immediately. The hairs on my arms rise up whenever this happens and I don't know if I like it or not. I haven't decided if I'd like to shut this feeling off or live on it like it'd be a drug.
I sit on the edge of my seat in chemistry lab, the work was supposed to be in groups, but the only two working in my group were Alec and Paul. Me and Natalie lean against the working desk a few feet away from the boys, keeping an eye on the teacher and pretending as if we're checking some notes.
"So... Did you two meet up again?" Nat asks me in a quiet whisper, while her eyes look over a few of her notes. I lift my gaze up to Alec to see if he's listening in on our conversation, but he's bickering with Paul about the experiment.
"Monday evening." I answer back, looking over to the teacher, seeing her typing on her computer. Nat's light brown eyes look to the pair of boys before she looks towards me. "In the pissing rain?" Her eyebrows lift up and I try to suppress a smile that is fighting its way on my lips. "No. We were in his car." I flip over through a few pages, noticing how the teacher looks up from her computer to see the progress of the groups.
Natalie's eyes shine a glimmer of something I really couldn't decipher. But whatever that glimmer was, it wasn't good.
"Does this mean you two, you know... Skipped a few levels?" She wiggles her eyebrows at me, which makes me scrunch my nose at her. No matter how good of a hold Elliot's wolf has on mine and whatever this mate bond is doing to me, I could never see myself doing anything like that with him. Not yet. Maybe in the future if we become closer.
"No. Ew, gross no. Never." I shake my head, but my mind works on its own, flashing the images of Elliot's back to me.
That was the first time I saw more of his body. And it was only because he wanted to show me the slowly healing scars that his mother left on him. I might be changing a little bit in favor of him and my wolf might have a lot more control on me than before, but I haven't come to that level yet.
"Oh, c'mon. He is Mr. Sexy. He's probably packing under that shirt." Nat's comment makes my wolf growl with jealousy, but I shake my head in order to not listen to her.
"Are you girls talking about me?" Paul snickers, making me realize he heard a part of our conversation. It makes me grit my teeth, hoping they don't really know who we're talking about.
"Oh, no. Gross." Natalie makes a disgusted face and turns to look down at her notes to avoid Paul's snarky comments.
"Can you guys stop having private conversations?" Alec's mood is a rotten scent that burns my nostrils and makes me give him a confused look. He doesn't look anywhere near happy and I wonder if it's because he's heard the details of me meeting up with Elliot. Even Natalie looks up to me in surprise, like she didn't expect Alec to react this way.
After the bell rings, me and Nat make our way to the cafeteria, trying to gain distance from the boys so we can continue our private conversation.
"You think he heard us?" Natalie asks, referring to Alec's pissy mood. I shrug my shoulders, but in reality I am praying to the Moon goddess he didn't. "Hopefully not." I answer, heading down the stairs with Natalie by my side.
"Oh my god, I knew he was in love with you. And now he heard us talking about another guy and he's jealous." I roll my eyes at her theory of Alec having a crush on me. Alec does not have a crush on me, because he knows the boundaries of a mate bond and is waiting for his own mate to show up. I don't think he has time to have a stupid crush on me.
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The Exiled Alpha
Werewolf"A strong hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from attacking the she wolf. I turn around to see who stopped me, my eyes meeting a pair of bright hazel ones. I breathe in sharply, feeling how sparks fly from where our skin makes contact. Mine." °...