Alone H.S.

Chapter 35: Random Thinker

Shiloh -

I pull my shirt back over my head, covering myself before looking back at the bed with messed up sheets and a sleeping guard.

Stupid boy.

"Don't forget your part of the deal." I growl in his ear, not sure if he can hear me or not. But just a simple reminder for him anyway.

I hurry out of the old shed and race back out of the territory, knowing that Harry will probably have extra border guards around. Especially after my last entry and then making myself known in the territory. Stupid me.

But this can't go on. He used me and then he pushed me away when he was done. He found some perfect little girl who is gentle and sweet and all the things I'm not. She doesn't know how to please him. Not properly.

He only thinks she's the right one. He'll get tired of her. He will. And maybe if he comes to his senses and realizes he wants me back...I might let that happen. We'll be together and everything will be okay. I'll even put up with that little pest that's his offspring by that stupid girl who died.

Do I love Harry? Yes.

And I'll get him back. And if I can't have him...no one can.

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Lily -

"I never said I was going to give you a fucking blowjob!"

"You promised!"

"Shut the hell up!!"

Eleanor and I can't do anything but fight to keep from laughing out loud at the very loud shouting that's coming from the office down the hall.

I've learned from my time here that Louis absolutely loves to give Harry a hard time about sex. Anything sexual, he will re-interpret and make it so he can use it against his own Alpha. And it's really funny to listen to them two shout hate at each other. Louis knowing it's driving Harry crazy and Harry wanting to rip Louis's throat out because of it.

"You clearly said-"

"Fuck what I said! I never said I was giving you a blowjob! Now leave me alone!" The office door slams so loud the windows throughout the house rattle and moments later a very angry Alpha appears. Hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles are white. And deep growls escaping his lips.

"Eleanor! That husband of yours...I'm going to kill him. When I come back from my run...he's dead. And you'll cook him for supper!" The long haired Alpha turns and storms out of the house, slamming the door. And we two women can finally laugh.

"Oh, he's really mad isn't he?" Eleanor asks, once out laughs die down enough that we're able to talk again.

"I'll go see him. He's probably ll calmed down by now." I head outside and follow my mates scent until I find him on the old wooden swing hanging from an oak tree at the edge of the woods.

The sun has set and the dark blue darkness has settled on everything in sight. But the full moon gives enough light to leave hazy shadows along the ground. And a gentle blue shine to Harry's hair as it hangs just past his shoulders. I really need to give him a haircut...

"Come after me again?" He asks, not even turning around to see me walking up behind him from where he's sat on the swing.

"Just wanting to check up on you." I admit and move to stand in front of him.

"Mm. You know, I noticed something this morning when you were getting dressed." He says slowly and quietly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"And...what was that?"

His right hand reaches out and rests on my stomach gently.

"That you've got this little bitty bump right here." He smiles.

"I haven't noticed." I'm barely over a month along. No way I'm showing already. His imagination is running wild, but I'm not going to crush his little imaginary bubble of thought.

"It's just teeny tiny, but it's there." I nod and try not to roll my eyes.

"If I could fly..." He sings quietly then stops abruptly and takes his hand back away from my stomach and he looks away into the woods.

"What's that song?" I ask, leaning against the tree.

"It's nothing. Nothing important." He dismisses it and I'm guessing it's best left undisturbed.

"Louis was just trying to make you angry, you know. He does it for fun." I decide to change the subject and maybe be successful in trying to get tough Beta off the menu for supper tonight.

"I know he does. I never promised him a blowjob, by the way." He points out.

"I know you didn't." I laugh, trying to keep from laughing too hard. Don't want Harry to know its that funny.

"He seems to think we've got something going between us. Like a fake relationship behind those office doors or something. I hate him for that." Harry grumbles and it's so cute watching him sit here in the light of the moon pouting and having his little mad face as he complains about his Beta.

"He's found something that he can use to aggravate you. And he's going to keep using it for as long as it will work." Harry nods and stands up from the swing and stretches a little until I hear a quiet but distinct pop from his joints.

"Ouch." I flinch and watch as he smiles at my obvious discomfort.

"It doesn't hurt. It hurts more if I don't pop my back and stuff. You should try it." He teased and I flinch again.

"Ew, no! I could never make my own body make all those popping sounds." I cringe.

"Uh huh. Can we have sex?" I actually have to take a step back.

"Where did that come from?" I ask, laughing lightly.

He shrugs his shoulders and sighs.

"I don't know. I just asked a question. Do you want to have sex?" He asks like he's a kid asking for candy, and it's strangely cute.

"Not out here where anyone can walk out of the house and see us-"

"Why not?" He asks, standing up and then moving so he's pressed against me.

"Because that would be weird-"

"Why don't we go in the woods then?" He whispers in my ear which causes my wolf to howl yes when I need to say no.

"Harry, that's still weird. How about-"

"We can shift and run for a while and then find somewhere quiet." He continues to whisper.

"No."

"And we can take it as slow as you want."

"No."

"Or if you can take it, we can go rough."

"No."

"You're gripping my arm like you're trying to break it." He laughs and pulls away, slightly. And I look down to see that I am indeed gripping his arms tightly. It's his fault!

"You're whispering things that-"

"Okay, okay. I get it. Sex later. Well, what's for sinner -eh, dinner?" And I don't even bother trying to hold back my laughing anymore.

Why am I so in love with this crazy, random, long haired man?