Status Quo

Chapter Seven

[Picture of the Alpha above]

Caleb's POV

For some reason, the short time that I'd spent talking with the Alpha had brought comfort to me. It's filled me with happiness that I haven't felt since I arrived. Happiness I haven't felt in decades. Despite the fact that he didn't agree to let me go back to Abaddon, and that our conversation was more disagreeing with one another than anything joyful, it still managed to settle how unnerved I've been feeling the past few weeks.

Of course, I want to blame the mate bond, it's softened my hatred and it's thrown water to the burning fire of rage deep within me. Now it feels like flowers are blooming and peace is taking over. Somehow, I can't only blame the connection of our souls because as much as I hate to admit it, the Alpha has a charm to him. He'd shown compassion to me, regardless of my spiteful tongue and lashing anger, he really seemed to care about me.

The way his soft hands caressed my cheeks and how his eyes burnt with an indescribable emotion that danced alongside his swirling desire. What the emotion was, I couldn't quite decipher it, all I know is that it made this warmth grow inside me. It feels as though my emotions are flickering like a light switch, one moment I feel I can spill my heart out, and the next I want to see his head on a chopping block. And the stupid part is that both of those outcomes scare the shit out of me.

How can it not scare me? The only emotions I've been accustomed to are anger and frustration. I've lived hundreds of years where I've only ever felt resentment, especially for the bastards at the top, and now I'm willing to lay my life out to an Alpha after only a few weeks of knowing them. I don't care for people, I rarely feel sadness, I don't feel fear or happiness, and in only a few weeks of knowing the Alpha, I've felt every single one of those emotions multiplied by 10. He makes me feel in ways I haven't since I was in my teenage years.

I never thought I'd say I feel comfortable in the presence of an Alpha, comfortable enough to sleep in their home. Fuck, even a few weeks ago I'd have considered it ridiculous to have any other feeling than hatred towards an Alpha. But he seems softer, he's more gentle, and slowly I'm falling into the trap he's set for me.

What scares me, is that another week, maybe two and those feelings will grow. They'll grow enough that I no longer see him as an oppressor. I'll no longer see the worst in him. And fuck me do I fear the day that I trust him, that I choose to confide in him. There is nothing scarier than trusting an Alpha, nothing.

"Go on, show us a smile, you know you want to," the dark-haired brute taunted from across the bar, a series of cheers and laughter followed suit, agreeing to his suggestion, it knocked me sick. To think I'd ever listen to such a vile piece of shit like him.