The Rich Orphan

Chapter 10

Eliza POV 

I slowly went into the dining room; for once in my life I was nervous. I was going to sit down and have a family meal with a bunch of strangers. I felt totally out of place as I came down in a pair of shorts and vest with my hair soaking wet. I had just got out of the shower. The chatter slowly quietened when I had walked into the room.

  "I am glad you have kept to the agreement." Jed smiled. I gave him a nod and sat in the last empty seat, it was next to this very stunning girl and aggressive looking boy, they both made me feel even more uncomfortable. 

Even though I had barely looked up I could feel Noah looking at me,  I looked through my eyelashes at him however he was looking in the completely different direction. We sat in silence whilst we ate our food, as delicious as the meal looked I barely touched it, I felt too sick. Finally Noah's mother, Jane broke the ice. 

  "So Eliza, what do you think of the house?" She smiled kindly. 

  "It's stunning." I nodded, Jane waited for more of a reply, sighing. "Whoever designed this house was very talented." I said, truthfully, it was a beautiful house. 

"It was Noah that designed it." Jane said, proudly. My head spun to look at him, my face must have been shock. How could someone so...big and masculine could create something so beautiful and defined. Noah's face had a hint of blush.

  "That's surprising." I mumbled, his face going redder.

  "Mum, please." Noah muttered. Everyone started to laugh; I just carried on looking down. To my relief the laughter quietened, that kind of socialising always made me uneasy.

"Hey, my name is Gabby." The girl beside me smiled.

"Hi" returned, having nothing more to say I went back to looking at my food. I bet they could smell my awkwardness. 

"So, Eliza is that your real name?" The boy next to me, leaned closer to me, I still didn't look at him. Everyone carried on talking to each other. 

  "Yes."  I said shortly. My body tensing up.

  "It's a lovely name." He purred. I heard the noise of cutlery snapping. "My name is Steven, but you can call me Steve, then our names will match." I looked over at Noah, he was looked furious, it made my skin crawl, I think after I left he was going to kill him. 

I looked into Steve's eyes and then I realised he was the man that had kidnapped me at the night of the party. My blood started to boil, he was the reason that I was here, that I had ruined all these people's lives. 

  "We have nothing in common." I spat, I throwing my napkin on the table and stormed up to my room. I climbed the many flights of stairs and sat on my bed, breathing heavily I calmed my anger slowly, my hand clenching the soft duvet. Why did I always have to be angry? I closed my eyes, I laid down onto the bed curling into a ball. The door silently opened, my werewolf instincts told me someone was behind me. 

  "Go away." I growled. The stranger walked over and quietly climbed onto my bed behind me.

  "That's no way to greet a friend." He whispered in my ear. My eyes flew open.  This wasn't Noah, it was Steven. I really needed to pay attention to my wolf instincts. I spun around quickly going to hit him in the face; however his reactions were quicker, he grabbed my hand and twisted it, pulling me off the bed. I grunted in pain.

  "Ooh you are ever so beautiful." He grinned, running his finger against my cheek. I kneaded him in the face. He moaned in pain, pushing me into the hard brick wall of my bedroom, with a very loud thump I fell to the floor. Steve stalked towards me. Grabbing he pushed me against the wall, lifting me up.