The Persistent Alpha, & Resistant Luna

33. A Matter Of Time .

Grey's POV

After destroying the bedroom, I thought going out for a run to burn out the rest of my anger would do.

But deep down, I knew that's not really what I wanted to do. I wanted to follow the sweet scent of Nova down to the room I know she always locks herself away in, to keep me out.

Walking from the bedroom, I argued myself down that I wouldn't give in and go after her, but I found myself standing in front of the door of the sunlight room.

I pressed down on the door handle, but when it wouldn't go down all the way to open the door, I smirked.

Pesky woman.

Seeing as to she didn't yell at me or throw something at the door, I figured she was asleep already.

From my sweatpants pocket, I pulled out a skeleton key that opens any door in the house.

If Nova found out I had something like that, it'd be the death of me. She'd appear in places she shouldn't. And also know my secrets of getting in, especially when she wants to keep me out.

Though I try to give her the needed space when she goes as far as actually locking the door. This time though, this time was different.

I needed to be close to her, I needed to now more than ever. Not just because of my own selfish reasons, or even because of our bond.

But because Nova needed somebody who could help her through her transition whenever it happened, and it was going to happen soon.

It was only a matter of time.

Slipping quietly into the room, I shut the door behind me and made my way over to the figure my trained eyes could see in the dark.

I could feel my wolf relax just at the sight of her safely asleep. Mad at me or not, she was safe.

Though I'd prefer not mad.

I took a seat next to the couch her body was curled into. She wasn't the petite type of female, but seeing her so vulnerable, so peacefully in slumber, made me understand just how small and fragile Nova really was in my world.

Our world.

If only she understood that if I could shield her from it, I would. This is no life for a woman, for anyone. Dealing with pain and loss all of the time.

But in all our history, us wolves aren't just about death and destruction, that's what she needed to know to get through this.

To understand us and herself.

We have honor and morals, standards and structure just like the humans, if not more reasonable than their pathetic way of life.

I toyed with her fingers, smiling at the fact that she let her left arm be the only thing to droop from outside of the covers, and over the couch.

"My sweet," I spoked as softly as I could, given how naturally projecting my voice is.

"If you only knew how much I want the best for you. The majority of me wants for everything in the world.. for that to be me, for me to be the best for you." I sighed.

"But deep down, a part of me is scared to admit that I'm far from it. I can't promise you everything will be how you want it to be. Hell, you're already pissed with me that it's not." I couldn't help but to chuckle a bit.

"You want to know what's scared me most since meeting you?" I watched her for a moment, knowing I wouldn't receive an answer.

"That I might change for the better, for you.. and actually like it." Lacing my fingers between her's, my wolf almost purred at the feel of her warmth.