Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter 14

Author's Note

I just want to first start by saying I'm so so so sorry for the lack of chapters these past Fridays. Things went down, stuff happened, and I haven't had the time to get on here and continue writing. Because of that, I had it so the app automatically updated for me until it reached the chapter I wasn't finished writing. From now on, it'll be continued on Friday's since I've gotten my stuff taken care of. It's been a stressful month. Again, I deeply apologize.

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Clenching the paper in my fist, I dashed out of the room and retraced my steps. My feet moved quickly through the house, finding the exit into the yard with my gaze set on the pack house in the distance. As I neared it, many passerby's shot me odd looks, but I was too far before they could stop to question anything.

Hastily, I rushed up the stairs and out of the house, rushing for the office. Without any forewarning, I burst inside, pulling the door closed and immediately freezing in place at the sight before me.

It was Draven, who remained shirtless, with his arms around a gorgeous woman I've not once seen before, both pulling away at my loud entry, placing their eyes on me.

Her features resembled what it would feel like to cuddle with a partner wrapped up in a thick blanket, drinking hot coco by the fire on a chilly fall day. Her big hazel eyes, filled with life and warmth, burned through me, and her beautiful long chocolate-brown hair cascaded down to her hips. She has a body many women would envy and many men will drool over, very similar to the other three she-wolves I met.

Why do werewolves get blessed with a body that holds curves in all the right places? Us vampires just aren't given such ideal features. But it must be because we're all born human, and being a vampire only changes so much. Werewolves are the only creatures born into perfection.

The girl suddenly smiled massively and walked over, draining any little positivity I had forming with every nearing step until there was absolutely nothing left within me.

Who the hell is she?

"I'm Bethany!" She extended her hand and I narrowed my eyes at it, clenching my jaw with the growing desire to rip open the side of her neck and watch her bleed out on the floor.

"I suggest you see yourself out, Beth," Draven interjected. The two shared looks and she wisely heeded his suggestion, exiting the room without another glance back. I glared at her, straining to keep myself planted in this spot until the door closed between us.

"That was Luna Bethany. I've known her my whole life, we grew up together and even went to Alpha camp together. There is, and never was, anything going on between us," he explained without me asking, halting in his steps after I hissed at him.

Why does he feel the need to explain himself? Unless he feels guilty... And why do I feel so much hate for a woman I didn't know existed until now?

I don't want to feel this way.

"She's into girls," he added flatly.

My anger dissipated in an instant and his eyes analyzed my softening features. "Scarlett..." he trailed off in what sounded like concern, taking my hands gently in his.

I stared at him, frowning deeply with a lingering tightness in my chest. He stared back, his eyes bouncing between mine. A million thoughts raided his irises and foreign emotions confused me.

"You really believe I'd do that?"

His tone made me reluctant to answer, so I kept my lips sealed, too ashamed to speak. After everything, I still can't find it in me to trust him blindly with the one most vulnerable piece of me. I will put my life in his hands without blinking, over and over again, but when it narrows down to a specific piece of me, I just can't.