The Alpha Meets The Rogue

Chapter 62

I went to the closet, and dug for a wallet that I'd bought a few weeks ago. Dylan was still downstairs, so that allowed me time to fix things without attracting attention.

Dylan never really hid his money whenever he was around me. I never doubted he was wealthy- his mansion simply costing more than six figures. 

But whenever he needed a big amount of money for anything and couldn't wait to get it from the bank, he would get it from several stashes he had around the house.

Dylan kept a load of money on the bottom drawer we had in the closet. As I opened it, I saw plenty of wads with bills of either 100s or 20s. I didn't exactly know how much money was in there, but it was obvious it was a lot.

The drawer was full to the top with money, and only a few wads were missing. I grabbed three packs of 100s, and tightly shoved them inside the wallet as best as I could.

I was closing the drawer, when I heard the door to our room open.

My heart started beating faster, and I threw the wallet to the corner of the closet. The wallet was hidden by some of Dylan's shoes that were neatly ordered on the floor. Even though it wasn't visible, I somehow felt like Dylan would know what I was up to.

I got up and stood next to my side, where some of my pajamas were at. In that moment, Dylan stepped into the walk-in closet.

I didn't look up at him, because I was still supposed to be mad.

I was hoping my heartbeat, or how shaky my hands felt, wouldn't give away what I'd been doing.

"I'm sorry." Dylan finally spoke.

He didn't move from the spot he'd been standing at, right next to the door.

I couldn't see his face, but I heard the regret in his voice.

When I finally looked up at him, my heart almost broke with how Dylan looked.

Without thinking, I walked toward him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. Dylan held on to me tightly, nestling his head in my neck.

"I don't want you to be mad at me," Dylan said, pulling away to look at me.

I smiled at him, knowing it would probably make him feel better.

It seemed to have worked, because he smiled back at me.

"I really didn't understand much of what went on back there," I told him.

"It's fine. You're my mate, so I was just trying to make that clear to Eric," Dylan said, confusing me with his words.

"What are you saying?"

"I know I had said I'd be putting Scott as your guard, but that won't be happening anymore," Dylan told me, looking happy.

My smile grew bigger, because I was glad he'd come to his senses.

"Thank you," I told him, and got on my tippy toes to give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Now that Eric will be planning with Jace and me, John will be free. So, until I get you another guard, you'll be with John," Dylan finished saying.

My smile morphed into a frown, as I looked at him. I couldn't really believe he was doing all of that over something so stupid.

"I thought you said I would keep Eric as my guard?" I asked him, not willing to settle for anyone else.

"I didn't say that. I said I was no longer going to put Scott," Dylan replied, nonchalantly.

I stayed quiet, trying to calm my Wolf down. She also wanted to give Dylan a piece of her mind. The fact that my Wolf was on my side made me feel sure I was right to fight with Dylan about this. He was being unfair, and I wouldn't let him get away with it.

"Fine, take Eric. But if you are going to make him leave, then I rather have Scott over John," I told him, while crossing my arms.

Dylan shook his head at me, not looking affected by anything I was saying or doing.

"Why not?" I asked, frowning at him. I didn't really want to have Scott around me all the time either, but I'd prefer him over John any day. John was good guy. I would never argue about that. But I wasn't comfortable around him.

"Scott doesn't have a mate," Dylan replied. As soon as his words left his mouth, he almost looked ready to take them back.

I moved away from him.

He tried to get a hold of my arm, but I pulled it away from him.

"So that's it? Since John has a mate, he's a safe choice. Because you think I'll be sleeping around with any guard you put me with that doesn't have a mate?" I asked, knowing my words would get to him.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me in place. I was trying to get out of his hold, but he was stronger than me.

"I would be able to tell if you sleep with anyone else other than me," Dylan said, his voice sounding deadly serious.

I didn't say anything to him, but I did stop struggling for him to let me go.

"I know you won't betray me, but I can't say that about anyone else in the pack. They are my family, all of them. But you are beautiful, and I know it can be tempting" he said, running his hand over my cheek.

I didn't know what to say. I was literally at loss for words. Somehow Dylan calling me beautiful felt more like an insult than a compliment.

"I'm keeping Eric as my guard," I told him.

"No, you're not. I already called John and made the arrangement. I've cancelled the meetings I had this afternoon, so I'll be with you today. But starting tomorrow, John will be your new guard."

I pressed my forehead on Dylan's chest. He seemed to have gotten the wrong idea from my gesture, because his touch changed.

Slowly, I ran my hands over his chest, until I had them around his neck. I got on my tippy toes once again, this time getting help from Dylan- who had his hands tightly around my waist.

I pressed my lips on his neck, lingering for a few seconds.

Then, I trailed small kisses on his neck, until I reached his ear. It wasn't hard to tell he was getting turned on, with how closed we were pressed to each other.

"I'll keep John," I whispered in his ear, softly blowing some air.

Dylan pulled away. He was looking at my lips, and I already knew what he was expecting to happen after this.

"But from now on, you'll be sleeping in the couch," I finished saying, before untangling myself from him. I didn't leave the room, and Dylan remained standing where he had been before.

"What?" He asked, looking like he didn't understand my words.

I started looking for a change of clothes so that I could take a shower. There were still a few hours before I had to go to bed, but I felt like the water would calm me down.

"I think you heard me clearly," I said, shrugging my shoulders, as I continued to look for a shirt.

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