The Exiled Alpha

Chapter twenty-nine

The schoolbag that is hanging over my shoulder feels extra heavy today. It makes me grimace, even though I know it isn't any heavier than the day before. It's just my tired body that didn't get enough sleep yesterday. I spent almost two hours with Elliot on that hilltop, which means I got home somewhere around three in the morning.

I trudge down the hall, pulling against the strap of the schoolbag with no actual help of my hand. I felt weak and fragile. I hated feeling like this, but like Sam said, it doesn't help holding everything inside.

I stop by my locker, my fingers lazily working on the lock to open it. I haven't seen Paul or Natalie yet, but when I do I have to sit them down for a serious talk. My fingers shake against the lock when an overwhelming scent of caramel and cologne hugs my body with invisible arms. I feel someone's breath against my neck, like the person would be only millimeters away from the back of my neck.

"You're hovering." I say without looking at Elliot, my trembling fingers finally pulling the lock open. I can hear him chuckle, his body moving around to rest against the locker beside mine. Elliot's hazel eyes watch me intently, like he'd want to undress me with his gaze. I glance over to him, noticing the bed hair hasn't gone away, it looks just as disheveled as it did at one in the morning.

"You're behaving like a stalker." I announce to my mate, which makes his lips tug up in a smile again. "Is that necessarily a bad thing?" Elliot asks, which makes me glance back to him with a raised eyebrow.

I turn my focus back to the locker, gathering out the notebooks and books I need for today's lessons. But Elliot's lingering presence bothers me, I can smell he has some kind of intentions. I turn away from my locker again, looking to my mate again.

"Okay, what do you want?" I ask him, which makes his lips form another smirk. He definitely has some kind of intentions. "Do I need to have a reason to see my beautiful-" "Stop right there. Whatever you're trying to say, stop." I lift my hand up in order to stop him from speaking further on, which makes a grin appear on his face. He's going to tire me out completely with his little games.

"I wanted to ask you if you feel anything?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. His grin falters a little, noticing how I don't know what he's talking about. "Oh c'mon, Kenzie. You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?" I shake my head a little, my lips pressing in a thin line at his nickname. I love it, I love that he and only he calls me that. But I have to remind myself to tell him to stop calling me that when we're in school.

"You don't feel just a little sick? Dizzy? Feverish?" He continues to count, making me give him a suspicious look. People that pass us glance over, whispering quietly about the event in the cafeteria from days ago. I try to block their voices out and just focus on my overly excited mate.

"Did you mark me yesterday and I don't even know about it?" I ask, my hand quickly flying over the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A frown forms on Elliot's face and all I could think about is how cute he looks while pouting like that. "No. I don't do shit without consent." He replies which makes me laugh at his sentence. What a gentleman.

Elliot rolls his eyes at me in fake annoyance and takes a step closer to me, which makes me stop laughing. His hand lifts up to my face and he places his knuckles against my forehead, checking my temperature. I jerk back to avoid his hand, my eyebrows furrowing with confusion again.

"You are acting extremely weird, so start explaining before more people start staring at us." I tell him and grip his wrist to pull his hand down, while balancing my books in my other arm. "It's the start of the last week before the full moon, duh!" He says it like I would have to know this already. But I lost track of time throughout the stressful situations, plus I don't really care about the full moon since I haven't shifted yet.