Fight Me, Alpha

Chapter 7: The Inappropriate Break In

"What. The. Actual. Fûck." My hands came up to shield my eyes, but too late, the damage is already done. A fine image of an almost naked Caine sitting on my bed, hunched over, has imprinted in my mind. "Wh–what the— why the hell are you naked?"

"I went out for a jog." I could hear the smugness in his voice. Cocky bastard. I straightened my back, and took my hands away from my face. I won't let him think that he affects me. I won't let him know the truth anyways.

"Why the hell are you in my room? Get the fûck out." I pointed towards the window, which was cracked open, allowing a soft breeze to pass through. "No one gave you permission to rub your stinky ass on my bed sheets. Plus, who the hell goes running naked?" I scowled in annoyance.

"I don't need permission. I'm the alpha." The corner of his lips twitched up. "I was running in wolf form." His tone was condescending, fueling my anger. "I just want to talk." He smirked, shrugging.

I could feel my anger hit the roof, alongside with a twinge of hurt. "I don't have the time to talk to people like you." I clenched my fists, willing myself to not lash out at him.

"Well I do, so just listen." He leaned back on his elbows, his head rolling lazily to the side.

I gritted my teeth. "Don't tell me what to do." I hissed, my nails digging small crescent moons on my palms.

"Ouch, why are you so salty tonight? Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

It was as if a tight string just snapped. "Did somebody got dropped on the head as a baby? Why don't you got back to that stupid bîtch Monet? I'm sure you guys have more things in common to talk about, like how low both your IQs are, or how much STIs you both have. You're like a bloody haemorrhoid, a pain in the ass who won't go away." I took a deep breath, a small part of me cheering in triumph at the taken aback look on his face. "If you think I have anything to speak to you about, after what you put me through," I jabbed a finger in his direction, "then you must be crazy."

Silence hung between us like a heavy blanket. "You are such a hypocrite." He ripped through the blanket.

My eyebrows rose. "Oh. Would you care to enlighten me on how I was the hypocrite?"

"You accuse me of cheating, but then you go ahead and do the same thing, just bloody five minutes before." He exploded, standing up and taking a menacing step forward. "You hypocrite."

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Two things. Two things that you are wrong about." I lifted my hand. "First, I wasn't the one who shoved my penîs into another girl's vagina." I lifted the second finger. "Second, you are the one who will not allow the rejection, but you are also the one who slept with another girl. Who's really the hypocrite here?" I mocked him, splaying my hands open.

"It's not like you didn't do the same thing." He growled, stepping closer.

My mouth dropped open. "Excuse me! Did you get any bruises? Did you pass out? Did you scream from being in pain? Did you dîck fall off?" His eyes widened a fraction. Okay so I may have exaggerated with that last one but he doesn't need to know that. "Obviously not. If I did slept with someone else, you'd be black and blue right now." I shook my head.

"But you still cheated." He narrowed his eyes.

"It was just a kiss for goodness sake." I threw my hands up. "It is also none of your business if I do have sèx with someone else. Anyone is better than you." I replied darkly.

It was like that statement ignited a flame in his eyes. "You are mine. You are not allowed to put your lips on someone else." He stepped closer, until there are only a breadth of space between us. "You, are mine. And you will always– be mine."