The Fox and the Alpha

Chapter 35- Conecting Pt.1

(A/N: Hey guys! So this is the first chapter I star writing from scratch so after all this time I need to put a bit of a reintroduction just to locate myself and focus again on the story.)

Recap:

"Come on your highness, I'll show you to your chambers."

I was surprised however when he walked confidently passed me, climbing the stairs as if they were his own stairs in his own house, having me off dismissively.

"Do not trouble yourself dear sister, I have already visited this house while you were busy, I am well aware where the guest room is. I trust you can bring my luggage to my room? I am quite tired after walking all this way and I'm finding myself a little too fatigued to carry those on my own." He said with a daring smile, continuing then to walk towards his destination, leaving me with my mouth hanging open, knowing not rather to cry or to scream at his infuriating behavior.

'This is going to be fantastic'

It had been a week now since my brother had forced his way into my home, and much to my own surprise, my house had yet to be burnt down to smoke and ashes, and my brother was nothing less than an exemplary guest.

In all honesty, I found his good manners, his excessive need of keeping the house perfectly clean and obsessively organized, as well as his astonishing will to comply to my request for him to stay in the house, unless anything such as food, detergent or other cleaning products were needed, in which case he would willingly go fetch them, extremely vexing, to the point where I would delay my arrival home as much as I could, sometimes not even going home at all, because I knew I would find it almost unrecognizable. The house's own smell had changed, it smelled almost exclusively like cleaning products and my brother's excessive perfume, and I was beginning to catch that repulsing smell as well.

The whole point of being a Foxspirit was not to have a scent, and I very much liked to be that way, for it made me feel occulted from the world somehow, but that quality had been stripped from me by my brother and his obsessive compulsive behavior.

Although my brother's actions were so irritatingly gentlemanlike, his words were quite the opposite. He could be cooking dinner for us and saying telling me about how deeply he despised small town such as the one I was living and how profound his hatred for its people was, insulting them in the most arrogant and vile way. It sometimes frightened me how kind his actions appeared and how cruel the words that fled his mouth were, made him look like a psychopath house wife that was carrying a miserable life but still did the chores and fed her husband. At least I got the psychopath part right.

I was not entirely clear about what had made him come live with me, and much less clearer about what had caused him to stay, and although sometimes it wasn't bad to have something other than Ketchup and spoiled milk in the fridge, it didn't at all compensate the fact that I did not feel safe on my own house, and the impossibility of being able to have friends over without Zack scaring them away. This would limit my time with my friends and Ashton if it wasn't for the fact that I avoided being there quite a lot, which I'm sure my brother had noticed, but if so, made no comment whatsoever about it, which I was grateful for.