Choose Me

do you have a mate?

His gaze was harsh. He was grimacing at me, his face full of revulsion. I could feel his eyes burning into me. I feel uncomfortable and slightly aroused... What the fuck is wrong with me?

"I'm here for the training," my voice was merely a hum.

He took a step forward before stopping himself. The look he gave me nearly floored me. I could see him battling with something inside of him, possibly his wolf. Hurt and pain flashed through his eyes before he quickly composed himself.

His eyes darkened as his nostrils flared. He shook his head and scrunched his brows together; he looked repulsed by me. I've just had a shower... Surely I don't smell.

I took a deep breath and was hit by a strong vanilla scent with a hint of nature. My eyes went wide as his scent engulfed my senses. It was making me tingle in forbidden places.

I edged back slowly, glancing down and making sure my towel was still covering me. I looked back up at him. His eyes were skimming up and down my body.

Having his eyes on me made my body burn with hunger. My stomach was fluttering with anticipation. I didn't understand it, but I liked having his eyes on me. It gave me a stirring feeling low in my abdomen, kind of like butterflies fluttering around.

His eyes settled back on my face. Disgust filled his features again and I shrank back.

I cast my eyes to the floor and sucked in a breath. I pulled my lip between my teeth, trying to stop the tears threatening to spill. The thought of him being disgusted by my body hurt more than I expected it to. The sinking feeling slowly setting back in it was like the butterflies died gradually.

"Stay away from me," he growled before turning on his heel and walking away.

My breath caught in my throat. I don't understand what I've done for him to be acting this way? Was it because I made a fool out of myself in front of his pack?

I let out a breath shakily. I got dressed, sighing. I grabbed my brush from my suitcase. I brushed my hair as I walked back into the room. I set the brush on the drawers and pulled my hair over my shoulder. I quickly braided it and went over to my bed.

My phone dinged from my suitcase. I sighed, looking over at my open suitcase before flopping down on the bed. I snuggled into the bed and pulled the comforter from the bottom. I wrapped it around myself like a cacoon. I felt sleep taking over. I closed my eyes and succumbed to it.

My eyes fluttered open. I glanced around the room. I sighed as I heard my phone ringing. I mindlessly dragged myself and floundered towards the closet.

I bent down and fumbled around in the dark, looking for my phone. I grabbed it, squinting as the bright light blinded me. I closed my eyes, leaning on the closet wall for leverage as I hit the answer button. I held it to my ear in what felt like slow motion; I was still half asleep.

"Ayla, fuck, where are you?" Ethan's voice thundered through the phone.

My eyes went wide, and I slung my phone out of the closet. It hit the wall and fell on the bed as I gripped my chest and fell to the floor as the tug struck my heart. I curled up into a fetus position on the floor.

I could still faintly hear Ethan's voice on the phone as I whimpered. I held my hands over my ears, trying to drown out the sound.

The door in the room swung open, and light flooded the room. I couldn't see anyone, but I heard the footsteps go towards the bed.

"Ayla... Please, I'm sorry. I need to hear your voice," I heard Ethan. I whimpered and covered my mouth with my hands to stifle my cries.

"She's thrown her phone across the room. I'm guessing she doesn't want to talk to you," Alpha Leon's voice was thick and hoarse; I'd woke him up.

I sucked in a breath then pushed my hands harder against my mouth. I couldn't hear Ethan's reply, but I knew he wasn't happy because I heard Alpha Leon's quick intake of breath.

"Her phone hit the wall and woke me up." He grumbled.

"No... I honestly don't care." He grunted.

"Goodnight, Ethan." He growled, then tossed my phone back on the bed.

I sighed as I watched his shadow come towards the closet. He halted at the doorway and glanced down at me as I was still curled up on the floor. The pull was still there, and I felt like I couldn't breathe properly.

He stepped towards me cautiously. He kneeled beside me, "what's wrong?" He asked as he gazed at me. I shook my head and sniffled.

"Do you have a mate?" He questioned.

I furrowed my brows at him. He sighed and shook his head. "Nevermind. Do you need help getting up?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I'll be ok in a minute." I whispered.

He nodded as I sat up. I let out a jittery breath and gaped at my hands in my lap.

"Can you do me a favour, please?" I muttered, not looking up at him.

"Sure," He replied, his voice sounded strained.

I glanced up and looked at him. He was staring at me again, but this time he looked like he was in pain.

"Can you help me get a new phone number? I don't know anything about numbers in England." I whispered.

"Yes. I'll sort it tomorrow for you." He replied, his eyes still locked on mine.

I broke our eye contact with a little smile and nod. "Sorry for waking you up," I murmured.

"It's ok. I just... Get some sleep, Ayla. I'll sort your phone out for you and get it back to you." He replied as he stood up. I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself.

I followed him out of the closet. He went and grabbed my phone before heading towards the door. He paused in the doorway. He was squeezing the door handle so hard his knuckles were white. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. "Goodnight," He grumbled before walking out of my door and closing it behind him.