Rejecting The Alpha

Chapter 8 - Heat

"And then I said, 'Exhilirating, ain't it?'

"Like the one in the game, we played yesterday?"

"Yea! That's the one!"

My father was surprisingly chill about the whole 'pinning down the future Luna' situation. He did state his worry about the Alpha's reaction to this but said that he'll explain it to him. We rode around and ate dinner at a restaurant in the city that Renard and I really liked. It was cheap and tasty, and I'm sure my old man is sick of eating the food cooked by the maids of the pack house. No offense ladies but it gets boring after a while. It was fun strolling around the malls in the city, especially with someone so clueless about it, though my head has been throbbing since this afternoon. My dad would've left the pack in pursuit of a musical career with his band but both he and the rest of them met their mates and remained within the pack. That reality absolutely terrified me, having to remain stagnant like that. How would you ever find your true calling in life like that?

We returned to the house but not before getting a stern scolding by mom. She's been angry at me since the ceremony and had been very distant from me these days. Well, I guess she's finally shown her true colours. I knew that she wanted me to settle down with a mate, preferably one in this pack, and start a family here. Of course, I decided to 'fuck up my chances' and insult the future Alpha, possibly dooming our family. I tried to reason with her that it wasn't my fault but to no avail. She just wouldn't hear my perspective on things. I was sent to my room by my father, hoping to calm her down himself. I changed into my grey pajamas and lay in bed. I had no choice but to just sit there playing video games for the rest of the night. Not like it's any different from usual.

"So what if I don't want him as a mate," I mumbled, mashing the buttons on my controller. "He didn't want me anyway."

"Not a lot of people would," I heard a voice through the opening door. Oi, Renard. "You're pretty insane for the title of the elegant daughter of the Wilson's."

"Bro, we are teens," I said, "Also, what're you doing here?"

Renard walked in carrying a sleeping bag with him. He was dressed super casually in a black tank top and sweatpants. Comparing him to Damien, he was quite skinny. He had muscle but only a minimal amount. To be fair, Damien was the future Alpha and star football player while Renard was just Renard. Renard does have one thing over Damien, and that was his small waist; perfect for tackling. His hair was in quite the mess. He must've taken a bath recently. I've noticed this before but his messy black hair suits his ornate golden eyes. He looks really good right now.

"Sleepover!" He smiled, throwing the bag at me. "Your pops gave me the approval so as long as I don't try anything funny."

Ahh, fathers. Usually, Renard wouldn't be allowed to stay overnight, but I guess my old man was feeling sympathetic. We had fun till midnight. We danced around the small room, knocking into my small floor table from time to time, sang our favourite songs, watching movies, and most importantly playing dumb games and beating each other up over it. Though, I have been feeling weird this entire time. A bit hot and such. I wanted to continue having fun with him, so I ignored it but, I don't think I can for much longer. If this is what I think it is, I can't let him stay for much longer. We were sitting around my floor table in the middle of the room just telling scary stories in the dark while chugging the bottle of coke we stole from the kitchen.

"You know," I softly said, leaning forward on the table, arms obscuring my face. "I mean this in the best way possible, but I don't think you should stay here any longer."

"Hmm?" He said, the light from the small lamp illuminating his face. I can see the concern on his face. "Why? You were fine with it just now. Is something wrong?"

"It's just that..." I say. I just don't want him to find out like this. "I'm just not feeling well, I'll explain to you in the morning. I just-"

I got up, intending to open the door but I slipped on the blanket and fell towards the floor. To my surprise, instead of slamming onto the cold hard floor, I was caught by something warm. I looked upwards to see Renard looking down at me with a knowing look. Shit, now I'm sure he knows what's going on. The feeling of him holding my body with such care was electrifying. Is this what it's supposed to feel like when you and your mate touch? I can hear myself breathing heavily as my body grew hotter.

"Damn," I sighed, showing an embarrassed smile. "I-I didn't want the situation to come to this."

"Noelle, why didn't you tell me?" He trailed off. "I would've called for the maids."

"I wanted to spend time with you, moron," I confessed. "I thought I could just use my willpower."

"You're the moron in this situation," He sighed, smiling. Stop it. You're too attractive. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Huh?"

"It's too late to suppress it now right? You'll just be in pain for the rest of the cycle."

"Yea, but no offense. What CAN you do?"

I got a very...interesting answer.

"Well...uh...I suppose I can help in getting you off."

I just buried my face in his chest clinging onto his shirt. My face was redder than ever. Who in their right mind would ever suggest something like that. Well, to be honest, the room was getting too hot to handle, and he wasn't the brightest. Though, I would love to just do it with him. My heart would be absolutely delighted with that. I wouldn't want to if it wasn't of his own volition. Haaaah, I really can't hide it anymore.

"I don't want to force you. I-I like you, no, love you, but I don't want it if you don't feel the same."

Just then, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed, with him sitting next to me. The rest of his body hung over me. I sat up, not sure what to do when I was greeted with the crashing of Renard's lips onto mine. Holy shit, it's so soft. I didn't know Renard took such good care of his lips, and it's so warm too. His warm hands enveloped mine, interlocking our fingers. When we finally pulled away from each other, the both of us were out of breath. I looked at Renard and finally noticed the expression on his face. He...did he really?

"Finally," Renard smiled, pulling me into a hug. "I've been waiting for this."

"Ah!" I yelped, surprised by his actions. "That means-!"

"I wouldn't be suggesting the idea if I didn't want to do it myself."

"R-right...so now..."

"Are you sure about this? You're alright with me?"

"I wouldn't ask for anyone else."

"Then...I won't hold back!"