Alone H.S.

Chapter 32: Too Early in the Morning for This

Harry -

Two weeks later, and I'm no closer to finding out who's been working with Shiloh. I don't know where she's hiding, or where her "helpers" are hiding out. It's driving me crazy.

That and Lily, who suddenly seems to think it's fine walking around in nothing but that damn black lacy underwear. Only in our bedroom, of course. While I sit here, trying to figure what else to do to try and find the evil bitch behind this whole conspiracy.

"You know that's not helping, right?" I ask, trying not to let my eyes wander all over her exposed body. It's too early in the morning for...this.

"What's not helping what?" She asks, innocently, sitting next to me. Her legs against mine, her right arm against my left arm, instantly warming me. Not that I was cold in the first place, far from it.

"You know what." I say lowly, still trying to avoid staring at her. I'm concentrating over here. Or at least trying.

"What?" She asks, still keeping that whole innocent look on her face. She seriously doesn't know?

I give up on my whole "concentrate" thing and look over at her, what's exposed and not taking a whole lot of imagination to know the rest. I run my left hand over her exposed stomach, slowly running my hand against her soft skin.

"This..." I move my hand over to her shoulder, her collarbone, and her back, then slowly down her legs.

"...this is what I meant." I whisper, looking into her blue eyes. She smiles and looks down at her hands as they rest in her lap.

"So I'm distracting you?" Her soft, quiet voice fills my ears.

"Very much so." I answer back.

"I'll put something else on then." She says as she stands up and heads for the closet. But she's stopped when I jump up and grab her from behind, wrapping my arms around her.

"Don't bother anymore." I whisper against the back of her neck.

"Lost your concentration?" She looks back at me, with knowing eyes.

"Long ago." I brush her blonde hair away from her face.

Maybe it wasn't too early in the morning...

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After...what happened this morning...I decided to take a run and maybe do a little hunting while I was at it.

Mostly because I didn't want to put up with Louis's complaining about how he was oh-so-rudely awakened this morning by me and my mate.

After shifting, I ran until it felt like my lungs would give out on me. Stopping to catch my breath, I lay down and my thoughts travel back to Lily. I'm still waiting for when she's showing.

It's not even been a month, and I'm already ready for her to have a bump. It's something about seeing proof that she's mine, that we have something together. Call it weird or primal or whatever, but we're werewolves and it's just the way we think.

Suddenly the air fills with the scent of a she-wolf. The scent gets heavier by the second and soon it feels like I'm being surrounded by it, suffocated by it, turned on by it. It's a female in heat.

I try to shake the thoughts from my mind. Any male, when around a female in heat can gets turned on quite easily. It's the reason why we keep our mates in our bedrooms, unable to leave until their heats are over. And they no longer need to be protected from males who can't control themselves.

There's a familiarity in the scent as well. Something...something...Shiloh.

My wolf had to fight the feelings and I can feel the struggle as I do the same. This female is not our mate, and we have to control ourselves.

Suddenly, from the shadows, steps Shiloh in her wolf form. Ears laying limply at the sides of her head, her tail laying low, her head lowered, her eyes sweet and soft, she lowers herself to the ground and lets out a wanting whine. She knows what she's doing, and she's offering herself.

I'm stood up now, stepping away from her as she had stepped closer and when she's lowered herself to the ground, I don't know what to do. My mind is clouded with her scent. It's so familiar, yet strange and new.

Shiloh had never let herself go into heats, always using suppressants so she wouldn't get pregnant. So I'm familiar with her scent, but not when it's like this. It's brings back all the memories of when we were together. When I used her to get through my ruts.

Which is exactly what she wants. I stare at her and see her wolf form smile, she knows what she's doing.

I let out a loud growl, stepping closer to her, and standing tall and straight. I am not going to play this game.

She stands up from the ground and gives me a fake innocent stare. Innocent? She's anything but.

I take another step towards her, growling deeper and I feel the ground vibrating with the loud, deep sound escaping past my lips.

She shifts and she's now wearing black leather jeans that are like a second skin on her, and a blood red shirt that also clings to her every curve. Her hair is perfect, as always and her lips that seductive bloody red.

"What's gotten into you?" She asks, in a whisper. Her voice sounding hurt, but I know it's fake.

I shift and take another step closer, her stepping back and her back colliding into a tree.

"You have the nerve to step back into my territory after all you've done?" I ask, still growling.

"After what...Harry, what have I done?" She asks, confused. I'm standing over her, glaring down at her, standing so close she's pressed against the tree.

"You know damn well what you've done."

"Kiss me." She whispers. It doesn't do anything to me. It doesn't turn me on. It should, she's in heat, a strong heat at that. But her face, her personality, her herself disgusts me.

"Go to Hell." I growl and then her lips are pressed to mine. She presses her body against mine and my wolf snaps.

I snap.

I shove her away, hard. She slams back against the tree with a soft groan. And my hand slaps against her face so hard and so fast that the sounds echoes through the forest. An angry red handprint left on her cheek.

"You bastard." She growls, clutching her cheek.

"Maybe I am a bastard. But at least I'm not a low-life, no-account slimy bitch like you. I should kill you right here, right now." I growl, standing over her once again. Ready to cause some blood to be shed right here, right now.

"You can't."

"Watch me." I warn, but before I can do anything, arms are around me, pulling me away.