An Alpha's Jealousy (Narry Storan) (Book One)

Chapter Five: Part Three

I vaguely notice my feet languidly moving across the floor before another scent, this one milder, pierces the mist; and, when I realize the scent consists of mildew and roses, I acknowledge the owner.

"Lou," The owner's name pops inside my mind, but it's lost when the aroma of home rushes to the forefront of my mind and consumes my full attention. The mist remains hanging over my eyes before disappearing when I feel my body collide with another's; green eyes blink as they take in their surroundings, finally noticing the body I had collided with was none other than Lou's.

I send him a reassuring smile, but, even then, his face was etched with worry; but, I pretend not to see as I move towards my desk and settle down, taking my board and writing on it after I was settled in.

"Thanks, Lou," I show the board to Lou, who sat down in his desk next to mine.

"Not a problem at all, Haz," Lou murmurs as he leans across his desk to examine my face. "but, what's with you today? First, you speak, and then you can't; and then, you go all wonky on me when ever we're near, well, you know."

Blue eyes discreetly motion towards Horan, who, thankfully, sat in the front row with his attention trained on the open book.

"Honestly, Lou, I don't know," I show Lou my response as I hold up my board before giving him an apologetic smile; focusing my attention on rearranging my things, I ignore Lou's disappointed face, which I noticed out of the corner of my eye, as I open my textbook and begin doodling on my notebook paper.

"I would love answers just as much as you do, Lou," I mentally conversed with Lou as I kept my eyes on the lined paper. "but, let's face it: I'm a damned O that thing; and, I'm certain you know that what I am is the rarest of rarest, the one in a million breed. Every thing, every thing I do will remain a mystery-to you, and to me."

It was when I finally stopped complaining did I hear a growl reverberating through my mind; quickly snapping my eyes towards my body, I release a relieved sigh when I realize I wasn't the one growling.

"Then, whose growling?" I silently question as I gaze around the room before I hear that thing.

"I'm growling. What's it to you, idiotic boy?"

"I'm not an idiot!" I abandon all plans of ignoring the thing when my intelligence is called into question.

"Oh, yes you are," The thing seethes as it emphasizes every word. "Not once, not once, did you listen to me when I said get away from that Jett man; not once did you listen to me when I said don't let him touch you and don't talk to him. But did you listen? Of course not! Instead, you let another man, another Alpha, touch you and converse with you so easily!"

Scoffing, my glare grows heated as I stare down at my clenched hands and begin ignoring the thing.

"Adrian's a nice, respectable human," I seethed internally as my fist tightened until both my knuckles were ghostly white and the pencil I had been holding snapped into perfect halves.

"Idiot," Was the last word the thing snarled before quieting down, leaving me to brood over its mood and words until the teacher came in and handed me a perfect distraction.

The class was smooth and the lesson comprehensible, but when    his    scent infiltrated my nose, I was forced to breathe through my mouth; but, the change not only was futile but made the situation worst as I began tasting the smooth texture of chocolates and the diverse flavors of nature roll over my tongue like physical candy. Clenching my jaw shut, I firmly sealed my lips and took shallow breaths in hopes of reducing the potent scent from poisoning my mind; the action helped, but it made concentrating more difficult: half of me was focused on the lesson, and the other half of me was focused on breathing without the deep breaths.