Rejected by one Alpha, Loved by another

Chapter 87: scent

Millie's POV

I didn't want to lay in bed all evening, but as time went by and my music playlist kept going, I lay in bed feeling defeated, like I usually did whenever I couldn't perfect something or when one of the mean girls would corner me and I couldn't handle it.

My phone is on Do Not Disturb, and I'm sure my sister will be sending out a search party at this point and I don't blame her. I've avoided her calls and my mother's calls all evening because I feel like a total idiot for ever thinking someone like Kai would want to be with someone like me.

My music is playing loudly so I don't have to listen to Natalia knocking on my door. Only, when I finally open my tear-streaked eyes, Kai is standing at my bedroom door with a worried and angry look on his face.

When I got home earlier I made quick work of looking him up and sure enough, he is the CEO of a fair few restaurants and hotel chains and I understand he can't exactly claim to be an Alpha to a pack of wolves but I found myself reading how ruthless and mean he is, how he doesn't care what other people do or think and I read how he has a heart of ice and an attitude problem but when I think back to all of the times me and he have been alone, talking, laughing and getting to know each other, not once has he given me the impression he's cold and ruthless.

"What do you want?" I ask him. In fact, I think it comes out as more of a bloody whimper than anything else. My heart jumps in overtime with him standing in my room but my mind doesn't want him here. Well the horny, crazy wolf inside me does but I don't and I don't know how to embrace this specific emotion.

"I am so sorry. I didn't know you were there. It wasn't until I was informed of you leaving the building upset that I had one of my men go through the security footage"

"I don't care. I'm not going to be a pawn in your game. If you don't want me then reject me okay? I don't think I can handle someone else-"

"Cassidy" he says with a sneer and that just makes me feel even worse.

"Great. She has a name. I don't want to be your bit on the side okay? I didn't know about you two and I won't be that other woman" I tell him but Zia isn't having any of my emotional turmoil tonight. Oh no, she chooses this moment to let off those crazy hormones for horny people. I'm not even turned on by this. My heart hurts just thinking about it. About her and him together after weeks of us getting to know each other.

"No! No, you are not a game to me and you never have been. She's made a pass at me before but until today I didn't understand the level of obsession she had. She isn't the one I want and never has been okay. She's gone. She's done for. I want you!" he says as he takes a step closer to my bed.

I don't say anything. I don't know what to say because my brain keeps going over the three words he has just said. 'I want you'

I turn over on my bed and just stare at the wall. It's hard for a wolf to process emotions as it is, they are very territorial over their mates but when an Unstable wolf like myself can't handle emotions, I spiral and I become too in my own head. We have never so much as hugged or kissed and it makes me look more frigid and useless so when I feel my bed dip and Kai's hands snake around my body I immediately stiffen. No man besides my brother and father has ever hugged me or given me this kind of affection.

"What- what are you doing?" I stammer out feeling my body heat up at the closeness of his body near mine.

"I have waited weeks to finally hold you and I won't allow you to go about your day or nights thinking I don't want you because I fucking do and it's torture to have you feeling like this. I can feel your emotions," he says holding me tighter and I feel myself not pushing him away. Not wanting him to let me go and that's what scares me the most. It isn't the closeness I feel with him that scares me, It's knowing that soon, maybe too soon he will let me go and then I will be on my own again and I don't want to be on my own right now.

"Stop thinking about it" he whispers and even his voice is sending my body into overdrive.

"I can't help it. I-" I what? I have issues that you don't even know about. "I-"

"I know you are on medication sweetheart. I know you suffer with things and I refuse to let you believe I'm not going to be there for you on the days where you do feel like everything and everyone is against you. Why don't you pack a bag?" he says into my ear. I know we had plans to go to his penthouse and have something to eat. He basically said as much earlier today but I don't want to trouble him into thinking he has to be there.

"Why? I thought-"

"Don't think. I want to introduce you to my mom who is excited to finally meet you and drag you into the kitchen to help her bake cakes and know you" he says and I can't help the smile on my lips as I look away from him.

"I used to love being in the kitchen with my mom. She taught me and my sister how to bake and how to cook. She loved helping her mother-in-law when she finally got used to the pack"

"Esme right?"

"Yeah. As well as my brother and sister and me, my mother is my father's life and soul. He would walk on burning coal with her on his back just so she got across safely" I say and I can't help the feeling of homesick pushing its way into my chest. I miss my home and I miss my family but sometimes I feel like they are better off without me tagging on their lifestyle. My father has never made me feel like I am anything but his little girl and I hate it. I hate thinking like this but my mind conjures up these negative feelings and I wish they would go away.

"A bag for the night?" I ask him. I have never slept in a man's home before so I wouldn't know what I was in for. Would he expect me to sleep with him? Would he tell me I didn't have a choice?

"A weekend and no. I wouldn't expect anything from you. Maybe this though cause it feels good to have you in my arms like this" he whispers as he pushes my hair back from my neck. He gets up off the bed and I'm instantly hit with the coldness that follows his movements.

A weekend bag.

Got it.