She-Alpha

Chapter sixteen

I was out in the room now while Ares was taking a quick shower.

After my marking on Ares was finished, he was about to lean in for another kiss before Aionar interrupted him for something urgent. He had to leave immediately which left me feeling disappointed, dwelling in my excitement. He gave me a quick peck, turned to leave, but I made sure to keep him back, deepening the kiss before I finally pulled away. Then, I walked back to the shower, wanting to make sure he would see what he was missing out on.

He paused on his way out, staring at me intensely, examining my every move. When I allowed the towel to drop on the floor, climbing into the shower, I heard him growl quietly before he walked out the door, closing it behind him and privacy was mine once again.

But now, he was back while I was finished, brushing my wet hair as I sit on the bed, staring out the window and looking into the woods. I was wearing pyjamas, not expecting for us to go anywhere for the rest of the day.

When Ares finally walks out of the bathroom, I turn to look at him. He was now the one teasing me with the loosely tied towel below his waist, exposing his V-line. His wet hair was dripping water into his well-defined chest, and I lick my lips not hiding the fact that I was staring as I lean my elbow onto the bed, resting my chin on my hands.

He laughs before making his way to the closet.

I continue brushing my hair as memories of what happened earlier come back to me like a waterfall of rain pounding on my head. I feel myself blush at the events as Iverene tries to excites me, wanting me to complete the mating process to which I shut her suggestions down, letting her know I was nervous.

My mind then thinks of something, repeating it to me multiple of times.

I thought you ran away.

I thought you ran away.

I thought you ran away.

His voice repeats multiple of times in my head as my eyebrows attempt to touch due to my aggressive furrowing. Run away? Why would he think I'd run away?

Iverene and I suddenly feel offended as we drop the brush on the bed, waiting for him to come out of the closet calmly.

I don't know if he feels my emotions or not because immediately after he opens the door, walking out with red and black plaid pyjama pants that is paired with a black, plain t-shirt. I don't drool over his toned body or his tensed biceps as he dries his hair with the towel.

I meet his eyes, and the minute he sees my expression, he walks closer.

"What's wrong?" Worry is everything I could hear in his tone.

"What's wrong?" He repeats again a second after without giving me a chance to respond. Regret is the only thing I can hear now which pierces through my heart in a hurtful way.

"What do you mean?" I defend immediately, not liking his regretful tone.

"You seem angry." He leans in front of me, placing the forgotten towel on the spot next to me on the bed. Did he think I was mad over the mark? Pfft.

I see his face relax a little as I remember that the claim allows us to bond more intimately than before. He can feel my emotions.

"Why'd you think I would run away?" I bring up softly, relaxing my face as I take his hand, hiding it between both of my hands.

"I didn't..." He lies, shrugging. I raise my eyebrows at him in accusation. For someone who's using the claim to his advantage, I think he's forgetting that it works both ways.

When he realises, I wasn't buying his lie, he sighs.

"Why was your scent strongly mixed with another male scent at the border?" He asks, oddly stressing the word male.