The possessive alpha

36.

"What the hell, Lucas!" I heard fits of yelling from outside the room door. Lifting my head I blinked a few times to gain my vision.

"I make you my beta and this is what you do? You sleep with my mate?" Ryan. He was growling out of anger. Lucas growled back, clearly just as angry.

"I was only doing what a friend does! Comforting her! You were messing around with that- that god forgive my language, Bitch! And on top of that you were smoking? Do you not know how bad that is for that baby?" Lucas yelled back. I flinched at how loud he has gotten. Ryan had taken the sleeping thing to a level it shouldn't have gone. I've never slept with anyone other than him- sexually.

It gave me a bad vibe. Did he really think that about me? Did he really think I'd go behind his back? Of course he would, but not me. Anyone but me. I have a hundred and seventy two reasons not to. Starting with the fact that I do love him; just not all the time.

"Why is it that every time Bates is around your such an ass huh? I thought you were done being that sixteen year old kid, Ryan. I guess I was wrong; and I guess Taylor was wrong to." Lucas snapped. I stood to my feet and opened the door as quietly as I could.

The guys were in each other's faces, breathing heavily like they were about to get physical. Ryan's lip was curled, and it's only the second third time I've saw him this angry. He had nothing to say back to Lucas's argument. It was actually kind of satisfying having the better end of an alpha, in my experience.

"Please, tell me something, Ryan." Lucas growled. Ryan only looked him dead in the eye and said nothing. He was good at that.

"Do you really want to be that shitty father that there kid wants to run from. The one that would rather drink and smoke then even address his own kid? Do you want to end up like your father, Ryan?" I watched as my mate swallowed hard. He looked down at his clenched hands and released them. He looked as if he were going to drop to the ground and give up any second.

"No." Ryan mumbled under his breath. He lifted his head and looked Lucas in the eyes. My mind drifted from me as I thought about their argument. Why the hell do they keep bringing up the father thing? Lucas and Ryan both know I can't have a kid. It's not possible.

Ryan never mentioned to me how his father treated him badly, and I didn't understand why. Maybe it just never crossed our minds to talk about it. I kind of felt bad about never actually discussing that with him. But I know how pasts can be a really touchy subject.

I furrowed my eyes brows and let out a tired sigh. Their heads shot towards me like I had just set a orphanage of fire. It's like they didn't want me to hear it; but argued right outside of where I was sleeping. I wasn't that heavy of a sleeper.

Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose and released a breath. "Ill be in the kitchen if you need me." He didn't say another word and disappeared around the corner. I watched as he walked away and left me alone with Ryan.

I didn't want to be alone with him. Not a single ounce of me wanted to. If I were to be alone; I wanted to be by myself.

He smelt so much better. The skunky smell had been washed away by axe wash, and the redness of his eyes had faded entirely. He looked better overall, to say the most.

"Taylor," he breathed more to himself than anything. He seemed to be relieved to see me. I didn't know why. Maybe it's because last time I ran I didn't see him for maybe weeks. I don't remember. He tugged at the ends of his hair violently.

I didn't say a word. Nothing could come out. He waited until I was asleep to sneak off and do something that he knew I wouldn't like; and did it with the person I liked the least here. I had every right to be mad. If he were me he would have gotten mad if i snuck out of bed to take a pee. How often has he done this?