False Confidence

Don't

Azriel Huang

The week had gone by in a flash, Friday already rolling around as word of a small party at the pack house begun to spread. Courtesy of me of course, seeing as how I lived there.

I scanned the neat and tidy scene of my house, the only thing out of place was the array of drinks displayed on the cold bar's counter and a precise collection of food right beside it. Though, a station of weed might be better suited for the audience I was hosting. I didn't intend for the event to be big but word got around so what could you do?

"Where's your little band of worshippers?" A familiarly rich voice drawled, bringing out that growling edge to it.

"I thought I told you to stay in your room." I huffed, glancing over to where he braced himself against the hard quartz of the counter. The week went along with no wasabi in my water bottle and no ink on my favorite sweatshirt, so I wasn't regretting the truce  but I couldn't deny how peculiar it was to observe Wren acting so casually around me. It wasn't uncommon to spot him acting domestically near me and it was alarming how easily that had put me at ease. Although, he was still so infuriating. All jabs and condescending grins that made want to give him a black eye to remember.

"My friends are coming to the party, like hell I'm staying in the confines of my room." He snorted, that same annoying-as-hell tone echoing in his voice. The type that made me feel like I was stupid for even attempting to make him remain in his room.

I only pursed my lips at his smug expression, taking a seat at the high chair tucked into the counter. Wren wore a triumphant smile, probably reveling in my silence. I only rolled my eyes, taking out my phone to see numerous texts from attendees.

Crunch

My eyes flitted from the screen of my phone to the source of noise, spotting Wren mindlessly snacking on the bowl of chips. I wouldn't have cared but he dragged the bowl towards him possessively, scattering crumbs here and there on the previously spotless countertops.

"Stop eating like a child." I seethed, pulling the dish away from him. "And these aren't for you."

His jaw dropped only a bit, a hand reaching out slightly as if I took away one of his fingers. It was nearly cute on someone as unfailingly arrogant as Wren. Nearly, because his face still made me mad and the fact that I thought him to be cute, even for a second, was revolting.

"Is this not for me too?" Wren hummed, taking the fancy looking bottle from where it stood tall next to the snacks along with other mixers and bottles of alcohol. He whistled. "Definitely not cheap, little alpha." Wren cooed, the tone foreign in his low voice.

"Did you steal it from Papa Wolf's office?" Wren teased, walking out from behind the table to sweep into the lounge area of the room.

"Give that back you ass." I growled, striding towards him purposefully.

"I think I'll keep it for myself." Wren chuckled, turning the bottle over in his hands with a desirable gleam in his eyes.

I made a small noise of frustration, leaping out for the bottle while nearly ramming my shin into the coffee table. My hands secured the cold feel of glass, the bottle beneath my fingers, though I had this strange sensation of falling. Which would make sense because we were collectively bounding towards the ground. I looked up to find Wren with a stunned expression, his lips parted as we crashed into the large couch to the side of us. I let out a sort of oomph as taut and hard muscle took the brunt of my landing.

I reached to rub my sore cheek which was implanted in corded muscle and a marble like chest. I felt my limbs intertwined with his own, his hipbone digging into my stomach. I reluctantly glanced up to find stormy eyes already trained on me, narrowing softly in a way that made me feel utterly small and powerless. In that hard gaze I even swore a bit of lust swam in that sea of silver. I attempted to hide a shiver but from the spike of knowing in his features, I doubt I did it well. Wren moved his thick lips to speak but a cleared throat cut him off before he began.