The Alpha's Witch |18+|

Chapter Twenty Nine

ADELINE

I force myself to pull off the sheets that seem like the only source of comfort in this dark room. When I woke a few minutes ago, Braxton wasn't beside me. But the sound of the shower running behind the closed bathroom door let me know he hadn't just left me.

Despite the fact that we hadn't spoken since yesterday when his wolf took over control of his human form, I was still thankful that he hadn't abandoned me in this room in Elijah Saar's house. Wondering about this mansion alone was not something I was interested in the least.

For one, it seemed very easy to get lost in. And secondly, I was very aware of the way the werewolf who greeted us last night had looked at me. Like he wanted to tear me to shreds.

It wouldn't be easy for him to do so, I could think of several simple spells that could stop any attempt he made towards me. But still, the feeling that you're not welcome is not a pleasant one, and the only sort of semblance of security I have right now is Braxton being by my side.

I pad over to the wall that's covered in curtains and pull some of them back. I immediately squint as the harsh morning sunlight filters into the room. The redwood trees below are scattered everywhere around the house as far as I can see. The only spaces that are cleared are the driveway on the right and a large yard to the left, which seems to wrap around the house as it disappears from my line of vision.

The sound of the water turning off pulls my attention back inside the room. I can hear faint rustling behind the bathroom door as Braxton must be getting out of the shower, but silence soon follows.

I was used to silence.

I appreciated it—at least I used to. Now it felt oddly loud, like everything that's been left unsaid was just lingering in the air.

And I can't take it anymore.

I take four steps to the door and turn the handle before I can stop myself. Braxton's head snaps up from where he stands by the sink. When his hazel eyes find mine, they seem to soften ever so slightly.

I keep my eyes focused on his, not daring to let my gaze falter down his body, which still glistens with droplets of water that slide down his torso and disappear under the towel that's wrapped around his hips.

It dawns on me then that I have no idea of what to say. I just want to be back to how we were a couple mornings ago, when we felt right. When we lost ourselves in each other and nothing else mattered.

He continues to eye me and I feel my lips part, urging words to come out but still nothing comes.

Finally, a moment later he's the one to do what I set in here to do. To break the silence.

"Goodmorning." His voice is still raspy from sleep.

"Goodmorning." I say back, my own voice annoyingly much smaller than I had anticipated.

Maybe it's the way his body looms over mine, despite the distance between us. Maybe it's the way his eyes still haven't left mine. Or maybe it's the way I know I was the one who put us in this situation and that's why I'm suddenly filled with guilt and feeling at a loss of words.

"I'm done if you wanted to shower." He speaks again, this time pulling his gaze away from me as he grips onto the towel and makes a move to step past me.

I've already lost all confidence I had before I barged into here and now I'm grasping for redemption. Grasping for him.

I reach out, my fingers emitting sparks as they wrap around his forearm.