The Girl Who Changed The Alpha's Life (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 9

EDITED.

(Avery's POV):

My wolf paces back and forth, snarling to me. 

How could he not have saved himself for us? She whimpers. "He was with so many. Being a werewolf that's one of the most dishonorable things you can do, next to going rogue." 

She may be right, but I personally feel like this is only a small bump in the road of our relationship, despite how valued saving yourself is to other wolves. Zeke is an attractive guy, and being an alpha, he likely had girls throwing themselves at him left and right. It's not like the beautiful love we just made didn't happen because of this. What Zeke did with those girls wasn't like what we just did. He had sex with them. But he made sweet, passionate love to me. 

My wolf wails back at my thoughts. That doesn't change the fact that he went off and did that. That he dishonored us as his mate and luna. That girl, Veronica, probably did have something with him. Maybe not a stable relationship, but lots of sex. One night stands.

My thoughts wage a war against each other. Forgive and forget? Or let Zeke know how much it hurts you? How it tattered your heart?

These thoughts rush in my head, interrupted by some that aren't my own. The pack link has formed, which also means the mate link has too.

I ignore these outside thoughts, still battling my wolf inside.

I'm taking over, she snarls at me. I need to talk to him. I do what I can to push her back, fight her attempts to gain control of my body, but she pushes through. All I can do is watch as she growls at Zeke, and push back for control over my body.

My eyes are pitch black.

"Avery may not feel as strongly as I do about this, but you dishonored us, Zeke," she growls at him. "Your own mate, your luna. You didn't wait for us like everyone else does for their mate."

He nods, his head held low. His eyes are locked on his hands, where he twiddles his thumbs. He is still naked, just as I am. I stand at the end of the bed, and he sits on top of the purple comforter, on the ledge of the mattress. 

"I can't do anything to change the past. If I could, I would have done it ages ago," he whispers, still not making eye contact with me. "I'm sorry."

My wolf completely disregards the apology. "Get out," she says in a monotonous voice, pointing to the door.

He grabs the pair of shorts my father lent to him, slipping them over himself before heading to the door. He stops at the door frame. "Can I speak to Aver-" he begins, but is cut short.

"I said get the hell out," my wolf releases a feral growl.

He holds his head low, his arms hanging on his sides, and leaves the room.

My wolf gives me back control, and my knees give way. I fall to the plush white carpet, and tears begin slipping out of my crystal eyes. I am feeling my wolf's pain.

(Zeke's POV):

If I had one wish, one thing that I could change about my life, it would have been how I slept with all of those many girls. It would have been how I just broke the heart of the girl I love, by dishonoring her and not saving myself for her. It would have been that.

Tears escape my emerald eyes, falling to the forest floor. The wind rushes through my fur as I run in wolf form.

Why did you have to be a fucking player, Zeke?  My wolf growls to me. I wonder the exact same thing but ignore his question. You hurt our mate. I can feel her wolf's pain. Avery may not be nearly as upset, but she's experiencing her wolf's hurt also.