Claiming The Hidden Alpha✔️

Chapter 13: Jealousy

Erica

I was walking past the corridor to Jerome's room when I heard him whistle. I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do, but soon I shrugged it off my mind and I walked away. I felt my mind bugging me to check it out, but I knew it wouldn't be a good option. I knew for a fact that I couldn't let him catch me. I knew that he might have ideas that I have been peeking at, and I don't want him to think of those. I knew he might think something was weird and unusual about me peeking at him.

He will feel that I'm hiding something, and I don't want him to find anything out. I knew if he found out something was wrong, he would keep trying to find out from me. I knew that he would use the opportunity to get close to me to know what was wrong, and after getting what he needed, he would leave me alone. I don't want to get attached to him.

I was on my way back to my room, and I passed the same route, which was the corridor that leads to his room. There are other ways, but I felt my mind bugging me to walk past his room. I was in front of his door, and I saw the door was slightly opened. I peeked in through the opened spot, and I saw him stand up. I listened carefully with my ears on high alert, wanting to know what he wanted to do or what would prompt him into doing that.

I could hear the flapping of wings, and I knew with no doubt that it was that of a bird because I could hear the chippings of the bird.

I heard him whistle again, so I peeked in to see what was happening, and I saw the bird fly towards him. I saw something attached to the legs of the bird, and I knew with no doubt that it was a letter. I knew the letter was from his fiance. I felt hurt knowing this, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I knew that he had the right to write letters to his fiance, and that is because I forcefully took him away from his fiancee and pack.

I walked away from his room and headed to mine. I wore a long face as I headed toward my room. I entered my room, and I lay on the bed thinking about how my life is. I have been leaving a life so full of roses that I hardly feel hurt. I have always thought that things would go smoothly forever with me, but I guess they don't. I knew that I'd have to face the hard truth that I could not be with my mate.

I was lost in thoughts when I heard a knock on my door.

I couldn't help but wonder who was at the door. I hardly have anyone to knock on my door. I knew that no one would dare do that, and the only person who could do that was Victoria.

"Come in; the door is not locked," I said, and I felt the door click open.

I felt that the scent of the person was different, and I couldn't help but think that the person who opened the door wasn't Victoria. I felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. I shrugged it off my mind, and I motioned for him to come closer.

"Come on, sit on the bed; it's not like this is the first time you've entered my room," I said, and I felt the person shiver slightly, and immediately I knew it wasn't Victoria.

"Victoria, come on, don't act like you." I was saying, but I heard a whiff of the person's smell, which turned out to be my friend's.

I stood up abruptly, and I looked at the direction of the person, and just like I had predicted, it was my mate. I couldn't understand why he would come to my room.

"What do you want?" I asked immediately, with a frown on my face. I couldn't believe that it was him. I had thought that it was Victoria. If I knew it wasn't Victoria, then I wouldn't have let him in my room.

"Good morning, Eri," he trailed off with a widened look.

"Sorry, Alpha, Erica," he said, and I felt hurt. I knew that he was afraid of me, but not to this extent. I knew he hated me, but I don't. I wore a long face while staring at him. I knew that the only thing I could do to help him was to wear a long face since he didn't want anything to do with me.

"What do you want?" I asked not to give him a glance. I'm not happy with the way he called me, but there's nothing I can do about it. I knew that whatever I do and whatever you do has an impact on both of us, and I have to do everything with caution.

"I want to borrow some ink," he said, and I knew that he wanted to write back to her. I walked up to the mini table beside my bed, and I gave him the ink.

"Here you go," I said after handing the ink to him.

"Thank you, Alpha," he said, and I rolled my eyes as he walked away.

I started to feel my heart thumping heavily as I watched him walk out of my room. I knew for a fact that I'm not comfortable with him wanting to write back to her, but I have no way to stop him. I knew that if I didn't give him then he would feel something suspicious, and I don't want him to feel anything.

I walked out of my room and walked toward his room. I met the door of his room slightly open. I peeked into his room, and I saw he had a huge smile on his face. The door is more open than before, and I saw that the bird was still in its cage, which I just found. I couldn't help but wonder what he was writing in the letter. I watched him put the feather that he used in writing on the table, and he walked toward the bathroom. I could see the stains he had on his clothes. I knew that he wanted to have his bath, and I knew that this is the opportunity I have been waiting for. I crept the door open silently and made my way toward the letters that were on the table.

There were two on the table; one was spread out and the other wasn't. I opened the first one, and it read thus: Jerome How have you been? I hope you aren't being treated badly by your mate. I'm worried about you, and I hope you will get this message. You can't give in to your friend's decisions. She has no right to take you away from me; she is nothing but a wicked alpha. I wish I could do something about it.

I love you!

I scoffed with a frown on my face after I finished reading the letter. I exhaled, closed the letter back up, and placed it in its former position. I listened carefully to make sure he was still in the bathroom, and I could still hear the running water. I read the one he just wrote, but before that, I noticed that he had wasted a lot of paper to write his letter. There were many rough sheets on the floor that are yet to be thrashed. I was reading the letter when I heard the sound of the water stopping. I knew he would be out in no time, and I don't want to be caught in his room.

I read through the letter quickly, and I rushed out of the room. I couldn't believe what I read. I felt my heart thumping heavily against its cage, wanting to break free. What Jerome wrote inside the letter is nothing other than a love letter. All that he mentioned was their love, explaining it in many ways. He explained it in a way that I felt like it should be me.

I feel like the letter should be sent to me since I'm his mate. I felt jealous of her. I couldn't believe that he would actually write something like that. I felt jealous and couldn't control how I felt. I felt my gaze harden while staring out of the window.

My heart was in a lot of pain, and my wolf was going wild in me. I feel jealous of Mabel. I would have been happy if I were Mabel, but I'm not. I feel angry at Mabel for being the one who is enjoying all the luxuries of being with my mate. I felt jealous of her, and I hoped that the person I'd choose as my mate would be as he is. I felt angry and jealous toward Mabel even though I knew there was nothing I could do, but reading the letter he wrote made me want to reconsider my decisions.

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