The Beta's Omega(on hold)

16. Ask me about Werewolves

Chapter 16.

Ask me about Werewolves

I noticed when I wrote this that I have a weird way of formatting my writting. I guess I'm a little weird like that , but when I read stories on Wattpad this is how I like stories formated. You don't get lost in long single spaced paragraphs this way. It also helps clarify who is speaking in my opinion. Either way it goes its my story so I'll write it how I like :P Yeah so anyways this got deleted a few times. So irritating, but anyways here ya go!
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Carter and I stayed on the couch most the evening. We watched various shows, nothing in particular or interesting. When it finally came time to eat again Carter offered to make dinner again. I think I offended him with how quickly I rejected his offer and informed him I would be the cook. Carter helped me into the kitchen and I began my search through the cabinets to locate what I needed.

"If there's anything in particular you are looking for I would be glad to help." Carter prompted as he hovered over my every move. He was almost in my way.

"I'm just figuring out where everything is."

"Just trying to be of service. Not that I'll remember where anything is. I haven't been here in a while." Carter muttered.

I looked at Carter rethinking the idea that this was his house. I had just assumed Carter lived here. It seemed to be the perfect bachelor pad and located splendidly if you were a werewolf. I guess I shouldn't have assumed when Carter offered for me to stay with him it wouldn't be in his own home.
"If it's not your home, whose is it?" I pried.

"Oh no it's mine." Carter explained. "I have a few homes scattered around. I've been away so I haven't been to this particular one in quite some time."

Wow I thought, Carter has multiple homes while I could barely afford my lowly little apartment. I stayed silent to see if he would offer up any more insight while I continued to cook. Sure enough he did.
"I'm afraid this is one of the smaller ones. It seemed to fit the situation though. Do you not like it?"

"No no it's fine. I just did not know being a werewolf paid so well."

Carter gave a short airy snort. "I guess there is a lot you don't know about being a werewolf." He grabbed my finished product of food from the counter. "Come on let's eat on the porch so we can talk."

I clutched onto Carter's offered elbow for support as we made our way from the kitchen to the front porch. When my hand made contact with his skin I could feel tingles in my hand. It took a second to register that I had felt the same thing while at the hospital. As soon as the sensation began Carter looked down at my arm and then at me. That simple act alone proved that the tingles weren't some product of my imagination. Maybe it was an effect of all the pain meds I was on, but how would Carter have felt that. I dismissed the whole thing, there were bigger things at hand then a few tingles in my arm.

We sat down on the porch and began to eat. "Cleo this is amazing! Where did you learn to cook like this?" Carter exclaimed after only one bite.

I just chuckled. "I guess there are a few things you don't know about your 'kidnappie'." I retorted.

Immediately the smile my food put on Carters face fell off. "Cleo you're not my ' 'kidnappie'." He made quotes in the air as he said it.

"Oh really Carter why can't I leave then?" I challenged.

Obviously angered by this Carter fired back "Cleo you have free reign of this house. I wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want but you MUST stay here." I knew it wasn't a good idea to anger a werewolf because who knew the consequences but that didn't make me happy about the situation. I had accepted that fact that I was kidnapped. I had made as much peace with it as I could, I admitted to myself. Yet just because I had accepted it didn't mean I wasn't still bitter.