What is Love, Alpha?

Chapter 11

A/N

Sorry, it's extremely late... and short...

.-.

Life's been crazy to me lately, I'll just say that.

HOPE YOU LIKE!

Chapter 11

            This… was not working. Not only did I have no idea what I was doing, it appeared that neither did Anna.

            Not that she was paying that much attention anyways.

            “I just cannot believe that you saved your very first words for… for that oaf!” she insisted, angrily stirring the white, sticky looking pancake mixture in her small red bowl. I stood guiltily in the corner, holding a frying pan weakly between my hands and stared at her vicious, jerky movements.

            “I thought he was your alpha,” I whispered somewhat, scared that if I spoke too loud, I would wake up said alpha himself, who was still snoring away upstairs.

            He’s adorable when he sleeps, just let me say that.

            Anna froze, her eyes flicking towards stairs and back to me anxiously as she stood statue like in the middle of the kitchen.

            “Well… he is,” she said slowly a minute later, positive now that he wasn’t about to come barreling down the stairs in a fit of rage. “-but he’s still an oaf,” she muttered quietly a minute later; I barely caught her words.

            She moved silently through the kitchen for a few moments, knowing just about as much as I did about what she was doing; but at least she knew where all the pots and pans and such were. A thoughtful but sad expression dominated her pretty face, but it was a while before she spoke again.

            “It’s just,” she started again, almost slamming down the bowl she was holding and turning to me. I pressed back into the corner more, not feeling as comfortable with her as I did with Anton.

            I didn’t feel comfortable with anyone except Anton to tell you the truth.

            “I thought we were friends,” she whispered sadly, her normally happy and carefree eyes darkening and dropping to the ground. I didn’t say anything for a brief second after, unsure of what to do. I may not be accustomed to feelings, but I knew the one coursing through me at that moment, very lightly, was guilt.

            Hesitantly approaching her, I gently set down my frying pan and reached out to touch her shoulder. Her eyes didn’t rise to look at me when I did, but I knew I had her attention. “I-I’m sorry,” I mumbled out.

            The words came with a foreign, unexpected feeling upon my lips. I licked them as they tingled and the taste was sweet and nice; happy. I hadn’t said such two little words in so long, at least whole heartedly, having no real reason too. With Christen, he would make me apologize for things, but they were always spat out with resentment and hate. After all my feelings had gone, my voice before them, I never said anything anymore; let alone ‘I’m sorry’.

            I would have to do it more now, especially if I experienced such an amazing feeling afterwards.

            Anna looked up then, a thoughtful expression on her face. A moment later, it was replaced with a bright, happy look.