Hiding from the Alpha

Game On

Riley's POV 💫

Waking up and actually getting out of bed, was seemingly the hardest task in the world on this otherwise beautiful morning.

After my 2am chat with my mate, I had to coax him all the way up to his bedroom in his drunken state. Considering the fact that he is about five-times my size and pure muscle, it was hard to stop him from stumbling all over the place. Getting him up to his room was a task on its own, but then turned into its own problem once we got there. I had to convince him to let me go back to a separate room, rather than sleeping in the same room as him. He slurred out multiple reasons why I should stay and sleep in his bed, but I was eventually able to distract the drunk and slip out of the room without problems.

By the time I was able to actually stop my mind from racing and fall asleep, the sun was already beginning to make an appearance. Like I said, my sleeping schedule has gone haywire.

I finally decided to roll out of bed around 9am, eventually getting sick of the sun shining in my tired eyes. I hopped in the shower and attempted to wash away the droopy feeling of being tired, but to no avail.

Isabella had given me a few outfits to last me a while, claiming that we would go shopping soon to get me a wardrobe of my own. So after shaving my legs and brushing my teeth, I trudged into the bedroom to find some clothes to wear. All of the outfits were pretty and girly, meaning there were no sweatpants- to my displeasure.

I glanced out the window at the bright shining sun, and it looked like a beautiful day. So I threw on a pair of white denim high-waisted shorts and a royal blue cropped-tank top, which I then paired with some white converse. I didn't feel like wearing any makeup, so I just brushed the knots out of my hair and headed out the door.

I walked down to the kitchen, silently praying that I wouldn't see my mate on this lovely morning. He is most definitely hung-over and I don't want to find out whether or not he remembers our encounter last night.

As I walked through the threshold to the kitchen I was relieved to see Isabella perched on a barstool eating breakfast. She tossed me an apple as I walked over to take a seat next to her.

"Dang Riley. I'm slightly offended that you look better in my clothes than I do." She says with a wink, causing me to chuckle slightly.

"Then you should have just given me sweatpants." I say, before taking a large bite out of the sweet apple.

"I agree."

I begin to choke on my apple at the sudden arrival of his deep voice in the room. I don't turn around, but I can feel his burning gaze on me.

"Go change." He orders, walking around the island to a cabinet.

"Excuse me?" I scoff, unable to contain my reaction to his rude command.

He turns around, his eyes locking with mine. The world suddenly goes on hold for a second. His eyes still look red and have purple bags clinging to them; his stubble left untouched. But he still manages to be unmistakably good-looking. 

His eyes tear away from mine and travel down my body for a moment. His emerald green orbs are suddenly consumed in lust, anger, and possessiveness.

"I said, go change." He grits out, obviously holding back from something.

It takes a lot of will power to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. Along with biting my lip to hold back another scoff. Instead I take a deep breath, put a smile on my face, look him in the eye, and simply say, "No."

His eyes narrow and I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. He opens his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off by standing up and leaving the kitchen.