The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Eleven: explain yourself

Arabel's POV

   I brushed my fingers through my hair, smoothening my skirt at the same time. After a week of motivation from my sisters and threats from Isobel and Jena, I finally gathered up enough courage to get Cyrus's address from Mindy and visited him. I wore denim open-toe knee-high boots to match the denim mini skirt I wore. I wore a peach halter neck asymmetrical hem crop top and wore a dark drawstring jacket over it. I spent three hours in front of my mirror trying out all my clothes before shrugging and ending up with this.

   The door slowly opened and my heart jumped with expectations but when the person behind the door was revealed, my smile dropped as quickly as it skipped. It was a girl, a very young one not more than twenty. She was half-naked, only wearing lace panties. Her mint-dyed hair was styled to a wolf cut, the color matching her eyes. I moved my eyes down to her chest and felt a stab in my heart. Her chest was bigger than mine and she had large hips. Her body was better than mine so I was defeated already. I might be prettier but alas beauty isn't everything to men.

   The girl lazily scratched her stomach with a nasty yawn. I bit the bottom of my lip. The girl had a great body but she was obviously far younger than he was and still, he slept with her just a few days after claiming that I am his soulmate. What a joke. “Hi, are you looking for someone?” She yawned.

   “Who are you? And why on earth would you step out naked for Pete's sake?!” I looked at her feet. She had cute little feet snuggled up in kawaii plush slippers. The girl yawned again, stretching on her toes. “Can you please go back inside and put something on? And where is Cyrus?” Speak of the devil. He rushed into the living room clothed in nothing but Bermuda shorts and briken stock slippers. He was also sweaty, a self-explanatory situation. I clenched the hem of my jacket, glowering at him with murderous intent. If my magic wasn't a necessary secret, I would have thrust an ice spike into his heart.

   "Arabel, you're here?" Then he looked at the girl and his eyes widened with surprise. He looked at me with panic in his eyes and shook his head frantically. "I swear, babe, it's not what you think! I didn't sleep with her! Chloe, get the fuck out of here and put some damn clothes on!" The girl, Chloe, shrugged and dragged her feet across the floor, heading back to the halls. I followed her body until she disappeared into the hall. I dragged in a deep breath and returned my gaze to Cyrus, folding my hands under my breasts.

   "Explain yourself,"

   "That is Chloe, the sister to an old friend—"

   "And you're fucking her?"

   "No! No, heavens no. I swear, it is not what you think. Chloe is the youngest sister of one of my closest friends. Her plane had to make an emergency stop because of the storm blocking its path. So until the storm stops, she's stuck in LA. Her brother knew I was here so he begged me to let her stay until the storm clears up. Plus, she's not even my type—"

   "In other words, if she was your type you would have,"

   "Arabel, I swear, I would never sleep with the sister or relative of a close friend, that just complicates friendship. Number two, Chloe might look big but she's just an overgrown teenager. She's fifteen and she cares less about her body that's why she's always naked. She's a video game lover and quite immature. The point is that I will never do such a thing to a child. She's like a sister to me, I swear. You have to believe me." I bit down on my lower lip and closed my eyes. Chloe did have a small face so I could believe that one. Also, she didn't have any hickeys on her body but still.

   "You are sweating, why?"

   "Kitchen, I was busy in the kitchen. You can follow me to the kitchen to confirm, I promise you that I didn't do anything and will never disrespect the mate bond even if you haven't accepted me yet. Arabel?" I opened my eyes and forced a smile. What did mom say about trust again? It wasn't easy for me to trust men after Drake, and the random people I dated afterward helped solidify my lack of trust. You can't blame me, there was literally a naked girl in front of me.