The Genocide

Chapter Eight

I gripped the blankets around me tighter as I stretched. The sheet was sticking to my sweaty body. A small groan escaped my lips. I felt a pair of warm arms tighten around me as I was pulled closer.

"I'm hot," I complained, sleep still thick in my voice. Harry chuckled and rested his head on my shoulder so his face rested on mine. I attempted to kick the blankets off of me but Harry was making it impossible. I kicked at him until he let me go.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, sleepily.

"I'm hot," I complained again adding emphasis this time. I walked over to the window and pushed the drapes out of the way, pulling the blinds up. I unlocked the window and pulled it open, the algid morning breeze coming in, causing goose bumps to form on my exposed arms.

"Yeah. You're hot alright," Harry said, his voice distorted from the pillow. I picked up my pillow and threw it at his head. He groaned and I rolled my eyes. A pillow hurting the mighty Alpha? What a sight.

"Throwing pillows is not nice." Harry grumbled, sitting up and stretching.

"Neither is jumping into someone else's bed." I noted, crossing my arms.

"You love it," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping with your fiancée?" I asked accusingly. Harry rolled his eyes again, secretly, I loved the childish demeanor, only because he seemed so uptight all the time. I leaned against the wall and glanced down to inspect the flooring. I looked back up to see Harry walking towards me. My heart stopped as he pushed me against the wall, "Why would I do that when I have a mate?"

His naked torso screamed out for me to touch his soft skin but I ignored it as I looked into his wide dark blue eyes. He pushed me harder against the wall as he began kissing my jaw.

"D-Do you always sleep without a shirt on?"

"Not occasionally, but when I came in last night you were shivering."

"Not having a shirt on helps me how?"

"It was faster to warm you up,"

I placed my hand over my heart, "Don't I feel special." I fluttered my eyelashes at him. Harry smirked and turned away, walking over to the bed and began making the bed. His pale back was to me as his hands gripped onto the comforter.

I stared at the white etchings on his back. The deep blemishes that were prominently etched into his pasty colored skin. A gasp fell from my mouth before I could catch it. I shuffled forward slowly as Harry hummed under his breath. I reached with my hand and traced the deep profound scars that trailed down his back, "What happened?" I whispered. Harry visibly tensed under my touch. After I asked my question he shuddered under my delicate touch. He dropped the blanket and his head dropped.

"They're nothing, Bay." He turned towards me after a second.

"Nothing? Someone has hurt you!" I asked, incredulously. Taking away my touch and crossing my arms

"Not enough to kill me." A sloppy grin came across his face but the haunted look in his blue eyes told me I was talking about something that crossed some unseen line.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Harry narrowed his eyes but nodded, "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

I shrugged it off as I went to the other side of the bed and started making it.

"What are your plans for today?" Harry asked.

"A visit to the rose garden possibly," I pursed my lips, trying to read the weather outside, "you?"