Till Our Souls Wilt (Age Gap)

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Althea's POV

"You won't get service out here." Brais deadpanned. I glanced up from my phone and saw him flipping a page in his book. I sighed and set my phone down. I couldn't stop checking my messages, and scrolling past Arlo's contact. My first day of camp wasn't too bad, but my enthusiasm for taking Cain down was short lived. Being this far from my mate was proving to be difficult. And it has only been one day...

I tried memorizing the men in my group, they were all fifth years like Brais and very well trained. Although Brais has been welcoming he hasn't babied me at all. I braved the lunch hall alone, trying to drown out the whispers and the stares. No one talked to me much besides the guys in my group, but that was only during training times. However I was glad we didn't have to shift today, I didn't want to admit it but I was nervous to be naked amongst these men.

After my fight with Cain I got some intense glares from the rest of the trainers. But not Mateo, he seemed to keep to himself. He didn't even sit with the others during meal times. I let Ben make friends, I could tell he felt bad leaving me alone at my table. But I was glad he was enjoying himself.

"Do we get the same trainers all summer?" I asked, trying to make conversation with my roommate. He put down his book and rolled to his side, facing my bunk.

"Yeah, we get three. One for endurance, one for combat, and one for our wolves. But sometimes they pair up, it varies." He responded. I nodded and picked at the fuzz on my sweater.

"Do you think Cain will be one of those trainers?" I mindlessly asked him. He chuckled.

"He's a combat trainer. But after the stunt you pulled today most likely." I could see the amusement in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I prodded him. He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling.

"My uncle likes to torture people. He definitely took note of your obvious history with Caruso. Meaning he'll most likely make him your trainer." He grinned to himself. I scuffed.

"You have something against the Caruso's? I thought his pack was pretty close with yours?" He turned his head, monitoring my body language.

"Nothing against the Caruso's. Just him." I responded, standing from my bed to brush my teeth. Brais eyed my bare legs. He was either joking with me, taunting me, checking me out, or ignoring me. I think his specialty was confusing people. I still haven't figured him out.

"I heard about Beta Henson and the public marking. It sounded like a rough night." He hollered while I spit my toothpaste. I leaned against the bathroom door and narrowed my eyes while I finished brushing. He smirked, his gaze lingering on my neck.

"And where'd you hear that?" I mumbled with a mouth full of foam. He propped himself on his elbows.

"In the hall during dinner rush." He tilted his head and once again eyed my legs. I rolled my eyes and turned to rinse my mouth.

"You're so worried about my female stigma. It seems the boys here gossip enough that my preconceived characteristics should fit right in." I retorted, turning off the light and crawling back into bed. He sat up, staring at me again. As if expecting something, or pondering something. 

"Did you complete the bond?" He asked in all seriousness. I furrowed my brows.

"That's none of your business." I spat. He stood from his bed, eyeing me from head to toe.

"It is though. It will be everyone's business when the full moon rolls around." His tone turned dark.

"Now you're telling me if I were to go into heat it will be a problem for the men here? Do you realize how misogynistic you sound?" I could feel my wolf heating with anger. His eyes glowed as he leaned over my bed, pressing his fists into the mattress.