Peaches

VI

I lie back on the desk, sweaty and exhausted as Raph pulls down my dress and goes into a closet in the office grabbing some clothes out of a gym bag. Still very faded from the booze, I wonder why his feelings changed. I remember the last time we saw each other. It plays on repeat in my mind everyday.

-5 years ago-

"Are you stupid don't you understand how wrong this is? You're just a stupid teenager Reine, you should've waited for your mate instead of whoring yourself out to me."

"You're one to talk, you're doing the same thing not waiting for your mate. It's not like we're having sex."

Raphael approached me, his face looking pained. "I could've been anyone Reine, if not me it would've been someone else."

"Don't say that Raph."

"You would've whored yourself off to any unmated male that came along. You gave me all your firsts with no regard for how your mate might feel. What if we'd had sex huh. Do you know how much pain that could cause a mate, you had no regard for how he'd feel if you'd fucked someone else."

"Raph it's not like that." My voice is quiet and I'm in tears. I'd been living in the moment with Raph and Adam with no regard for how my mate might feel once we'd met. Whoring around with my Alphas, with no regard for how they might've felt about betraying both of them and betraying my mate.

"I'm going away now Reine. Goodbye." His voice deep and monotonous like usual, his body facing away from me as he left.

I've since realised that he was being an asshole and he can fuck off before telling me how to use MY body. And about the guilt I feel for cheating on my mate, alcohol usually helps with that.

-

I take a deep breath in and out shaking off the negative memories of our fight and sit up and re-adjust my dress as Raph stands above me, towering over my small frame. He hands me some clothes, a shirt and some gym shorts but I'm more focused on the bulge in his dress pants and reach out to touch it but he grabs my palm tightly.

"You don't need to do that Peaches, get dressed and I'll take you home to get some rest."

He drops my wrist and exits the room leaving me to change. Although he thinks he's being courteous, leaving me makes me feel like more of a whore, no matter how much I enjoyed it. My head still felt strained from the booze, sex and noise so I just get changed and let Raph back in. He takes off my heels, puts socks onto my feet and slips his large trainers on my feet tying the lace as tight as it'll go. He fetches a neutral jumper from the cupboard and wraps that around me and lifts me bridal style into his arms; I was too tired to protest. I nestle my nose into his chest breathing in his delicious scent wooing me to sleep.

Light hits my eyelids as they're reluctantly pulled open by the commotion. I feel soft scratches on my scalp soothing me as my eyes slowly become adjusted. The first sight I see is a pair of beautiful blue eyes peering down at me. I smile. "Raph." I sigh as I whisper his name.

"Think again Peaches." Shocked, i rub my eyes to see the softer face of Adam. In shock, I lean up and begin to scramble and observe my surroundings. This isn't my house.

"Adam, what... where am I?" I groan as I'm hit with a headache like a needle through my skull and heat pools between my legs and my lips both swollen from the night before.

"You're at the pack house Peaches, Raph brought you in last night. He said he ran into you at the club and you were pretty drunk. Ring any bells?"

I run my fingers through my messy hair and clench my thighs together.

"Yeah some. Do you have any painkillers? And water."

He chuckles with his gorgeous smile and sparkling eyes, just like I'd remembered him. "Yeah hold on I'll get some."

He leaves the room and I'm suddenly flooded with emotions. The room feels empty and lonely without Adam in it. I look around and see I'm in a grand room, the biggest one in the pack house, decorated with hardwood floors, windows that reached the ceiling, a massive walk in wardrobe, empty shelves and lastly a massive bed, the biggest one I'd ever seen. I lay back down, feeling like an ant buried in blankets and pillows.

Adam walks back in with a glass of water and some pills and sits on the bed in front of me, handing me them which I immediately accept with gratitude. I usually am not bad after drinking but because of everything that happened, my body feels especially exhausted.

"Are you okay Adam you're looking at me funny."

"Yeah I'm fine, just as long as you're okay." He places his hand on my shoulder and that's when I realise. It would've realised sooner if I wasn't so wiped out. The way it tingles when he touches my skin, the gorgeous smell, the urge to jump him and the innate overwhelming desire to touch and claim him. Adams my mate.