The Alpha Is My Key

Chapter 18

Janie's POV

I could practically feel his anger seeping through the walls and floors, suffocating the whole house with pure fury. His pounding foot steps made it up the stairs, and I knew as soon as he shut the door, that he was looking for me. As of now, my head was in too many different places. For one, I was still so angry at him for not believing me. While I realized it was a difficult and huge pill to swallow, he should always trust me. He was the only one I had trust in anymore, so why couldn't he return the favor?

On the other hand, my wolf was continually nudging me to comfort my mate, and ease some of the tension off his shoulders. I knew that she could feel Brendan's wolf in pain, but her constant complaining and whimpering was doing nothing to help the raging headache I was currently feeling. For her, it was all so simple, accept and forgive, but I couldn't let my mate trample my feelings as easily as he did. My first reaction out of pure fear was to sleep in the closet, and I knew that if I wanted to make this work, something had to change, not only wth me, but with Brendan as well.

I could practically hear his labored breaths behind the door, wincing as I saw the knob turn. Hesitantly take a shuffle back, I watched on in fear as he didn't look me in the eye, only brushing past me to get to the bathroom. With a soft click behind him, I heard the shower turn on, and with that I made my way to the bed, much to my wolf's content.

I seemed to have dozed off, because the time I felt Brendan slide in next to me, the sky had melted into significantly darker colors, more stars peaking out of the horizon. Feeling a hand wrap around my waist, I squirmed back, surprised at the cold hand touching my waist.

A slight growl emitted from him, and with much anger, I huffed and stomped my way out of the room, bringing a pillow with me as I ventured into the guest room. Once again the cold fingers clung onto my wrist, seemingly for dear life. Willing myself not to melt in his arms, I trudged forward.

I wasn't caught of guard when he pulled me back, in fact my wolf was edging for another cat and mouse game, while I was desperate to get my own way for once. I would not have my mate control me like a puppet, and expect an answer at every beck and call. I wasn't a trophy wife, I had my own set of goals and dreams. While my wolf wanted to be near Brendan I knew she supported me more, she always did.

Holding my ground didn't last very long, for I was thrown over his shoulder and carried back into the master bedroom. So much for resistance. He would always beat me in size and strength because of his mass and genetics. Even thought I had just met him, I could already tell Brendan's wolf was surfacing, from the tightening of his hands to the deep vibrations of his chest, I knew that I needed to do something, anything.

Demanding to be placed on the ground, I sighed as my feet were lowered, showing that at least I was being listen to by his wolf, or else things could really go off the handle. I had seen enough out of control wolves to know that they needed to be calmed down before the dominance and anger started to come out and dominate their actions.

Placing my hands on his cheeks , I ran smooth circles with the pads of my thumbs, feeling his slight stubble run across my fingers. His eyes looked dark and dangerous, but I could see so much more behind them. The most prominent emotion was betrayal. Someone had stabbed him in the back, and there was nothing I could have done to save Brendan from all of this heartbreak.

Moving slowly, I eventually found myself leaning into him, bringing my hands down to touch his chest, and sadly, my wolf wanted to feel what was underneath. I rarely go this close for this long, and I could tell Brendan was enjoying it. Eyes closed, his own hands made patterns along my arms and back. With a surge of confidence, my lips found his, and soon enough we were locked together, a simple kiss turned passionate, filled of sorrow and wonder. I smiled into the kiss, his lips tasting like cherries, and pulled back, only to be brought back in.

Soon enough my legs were found wrapped around his waist, and my own hands were running repeatedly through Brendan's locks, feeling the smoothness between my fingers. Heat rising, I could feel my wolf demanding leadership, and it was taking everything in me to hold her presence back. It was bad enough Brendan's wolf was still there, but if you added mine to the mix, it would be terrible, our inner selves wanting nothing more than to be one with each other, no matter what the cost.

Being lowered onto the mattress, I let out a moan, only riling Brendan up more. He left my lips and started nipping down to my neck making me squirm under his gaze. No. This wasn't right. I didn't want him on me, doing things like this, I wasn't ready. My hormones were just all over the place, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to be with my mate, but it's only lust right now. Muttering to myself breathily, I knew we had to stop, and I even brought up my hands to push him away, and say get away, he found it. I only managed to get in a "no" but then, I couldn't do anything to stop my wolf taking complete control.

I woke up the next morning to tangled sheets and destroyed hair. But the only thing that seems out of place to me was the fact that Brendan wasn't there. My wolf still had slight control over me, so I let her enjoy herself in my head as I shut my eyes, wanting more sleep. Turning over, I snuggled deeper into my dreams, when I felt the sharp, stinging pain surge through my body. When I looked down, I screamed loud enough for the people across the world to hear me.

Brendan marked me. Without my permission.

***
Ayy I'm back!
Don't shoot me please.

I've been on vacation, taking time for myself, then getting run over by a number of trucks at school b/c EXAMS are coming boi and I am not ready for any of that, so now I'm dead in the middle of the road.

all my love, and sorry, I'll be faster next time.
-neary17