Once I had changed into the clothes that Rosalie had graciously provided me with, a sudden realization hit me - I had forgotten to ask her about the possibility of taking a shower. Cursing silently to myself, I thought about how I should have communicated my need earlier. Nevertheless, it was too late to for that now. I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to wait until I made it back home to freshen up, that is if I even managed to return home at all.
I glanced down at my own attire and realized that the outfit Rosalie had gifted me was simply not my style, not something I would ever choose to wear. It seemed to suit her more, a reflection of her comfort and confidence in her own skin.
Anyways I was wearing a grey long sleeve shirt, black plain jeans. That kinda reminds me of Elijah's but without any rips in them. And my black white vans were slightly dirty. My dark brown hair was naturally down and over my shoulders as the bangs on either side of my face were annoyingly kept getting in the way. Brown eyes that I got from my mother but I got my father's hair, most likely.
I was lost in my thoughts and didn't realize how big the room I was in really was for just one person. It later struck me that maybe this room is meant for two people to stay in together. But thinking about that made me feel weird. Sleeping in someone else's bed is just strange and uncomfortable.
What if that person was in a relationship, whether it be with a girlfriend or a boyfriend. How unpleasant. A bit of a cheater, wouldn't you say?
You know, it's not really cheating unless they're crossing some line, stepping into that shady territory of dishonesty. But who am I to judge someone else's actions? I only had one boyfriend, Adam Smith. The golden boy of our school, a flirt who never missed a chance to charm the girls.
But I couldn't care less. He can do whatever he wants, it's not like he's cheating or trying to make me jealous. Not at all. I did have thoughts that he might be cheating on me, which was a huge mistake. When I asked him about it, things took a dark turn. He lashed out and hit me across the face, leaving me shocked and stunned by his sudden violence. I tried to end things with him, but he begged for forgiveness and promised it would never happen again. And so, here I am, still with this psycho.
I miss the side of him that greeted me with a kiss every day at school and made me feel butterflies. It's been a few days since I arrived and he hasn't even texted or called me. What a great boyfriend.
It upset me a bit but I understand he is focused on getting into college. I mean, who would consider dating someone about to turn twenty, right? But I will be eighteen in a few weeks, so it's not really a big deal. Well, it's technically illegal, but not when you're turning eighteen soon, right?
Glancing around the room, I noticed the large bookshelves filled with my favorite genres like romance and fantasy. Some others I like but don't read as much. I wonder who owns all these books.
I strolled up to the bookcase and ran my fingers lightly over the covers, feeling the mix of old and new. Some seemed recently bought, while others showed their age. The rough textures intrigued me, until I found one that caught my eye. Titled "Twisted Love," it sparked my curiosity, but I returned it, thinking I'd read it later once I knew the owner.
Glancing once more at the titles, I came across one that caught my attention, as if it were connected to me by a string. I carefully removed it from its spot and discovered it was a picture of a wolf. It reminded me of the one I saw yesterday, or was it just a few hours ago? I'm not sure anymore.
It's as if I've been jolted awake from a terrifying dream, only to find myself in a strange and unfamiliar realm. My eyes are drawn to the title before me: The History of Werewolves. A compelling title indeed. With hesitant fingers, I turn to the first page and start to look more into the mysterious tale.
What are werewolves? What are werewolves, you ask? They are swift beings, believed to be the fastest creatures on Earth. Once you lay eyes on one, it is said that you cannot look away. Despite their adorable, fluffy and gentle appearance, with hearts full of gold, they are far more than that. They are creatures that hunt, as well as predators that take lives...
I was shocked and my eyes widened as I looked up and stared into space. It seemed impossible. They can't be killers, can they? That can't be the wolf, that creature or whatever it was. It saved me. It saved my life.
Lost in thought, I didn't hear the door open or footsteps approaching me. "What are you doing?"
A deep, quiet voice startled me as I snapped out of my thoughts and accidentally let the book slip from my hands, falling to the floor. I gazed up at the person who had interrupted my reading and caught me talking to myself.
The figure that stood before me was none other than Elijah.
"Never invade someone's privacy by searching through their belongings." He moved closer to me as our eyes met.
He towered above me, looming at a height of at least six feet, if not slightly less. With a stoic gaze, he bent down to retrieve the book that I had clumsily let slip from my grasp.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch. It's just that I wanted to look around, that's all." I stumbled on my own words, cursing to myself for being embarrassed.
Elijah returned the book to its proper position and, with a hidden smirk, peeked over his shoulder. "Just ask next time. It's not difficult."
He glanced at me, then headed towards the door and opened it. With a raised eyebrow, he asked, "Are you coming?" I nodded and followed him out of the room as he closed the door.
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. After what happened, we didn't even speak to each other. Walking down the wooden staircase, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of this house. It really is nice, isn't it?
Oh, wait..I didn't notice the beauty of it because I was unconscious. Cruse that stupid man for chasing me. Which reminds me, where did the wolf go? Maybe I should ask.
Observing Elijah's actions as he retrieved a plate for himself, carefully arranging the eggs and bacon on it.
"Hey, um. Elijah, right?" I paused as Elijah glanced back at me. He then reached for a glass of orange juice and nodded.
" What is it now?." He sighed irritated.
"I was pondering whether you, uh, had a moment..." Darn it, why can't I get the words out. What's the matter with me? Elijah raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes before pausing in his actions.
"Spit it out, woman. You're worse than Rosalie," he smirked, watching as Rosalie approached the table and poured herself a cup, giving Elijah a death glare.
Anastasia, come on, just say it.
"The wolf creature that I saw in the woods," I muttered, my voice trembling slightly with nerves.
Quiet. Once more. For the second time today, no one has answered my questions. Just like with the incident- you know what, forget about Anastasia.
I sighed knowing I wouldn't get an answer. Elijah and Rosalie exchanged looks, communicating silently.
Regret settled in my stomach as I bit my lip, wondering if I had said something wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Weakness Of An Alpha
Werewolf"No one shall hurt you as long, you are mated to me. I will protect you from the evil of this world, I promise." ~ After Anastasia's mother makes her go to the grocery store and buy food for there meal that they were having that night. A man, known...
