The Alphas Sociopathic Mate

Chapter 10: Spending Time With Johnny

Chapter 10: Spending Time With Johnny

Logan

I froze as I looked up at Johnny. His gaze was trained directly on me, his mischievous smirk only adding on to the persistent need and ache growing in my stomach. I had to bite down on my tongue to hold back the whimper that threatened to leave. If he didn't stop staring at me like that, Dean and Jake were definitely getting a call about me jumping someone.

"Hey pretty girl." He said smirking down at me and I let out a shaky breath at the nickname. The same pet name he called me in my very real and very hot dream. I did my best to straighten my shoulders and I lifted my chin, to try and take back some power.

"I thought I told you to stay away from me." I snapped, my voice faltering pathetically and he just laughed at me. I so desperately wanted to curl up into a ball and die. I was so weak and powerless in this position and state, I hated it and now he was laughing at my attempt at being in control? For fuck sakes.

"By the way you're squirming it seems to me that you don't want me to leave." He said bending down so that his warm breath was on my ear. His voice so low, only I could hear it. My breathing hitched and then I felt him reached out and gently nip at my ear lobe and I used all of my strength to pull back and stick my arm out to keep him away.

"Johnny, you have no idea what this is. Please, leave me alone." I practically begged. I didn't want to beg, but, he needed to back up because I was ready to pounce, my wolf was dying for it.

"I can help you." He said, his voice like silk as he reached out and I so desperately wanted to grab his arms and let him pull me into him and take care of me. For once, have somebody take care of me and my needs. However, I watched his hands ghost over my thighs and I could feel his fingers burn through the fabric of my leggings. I sucked in a breath and groaned keeping myself from grabbing his black shirt and pulling him to me.

Strength, Lo. You are a badass.

"Johnny, leave." I ordered pathetically and of course Johnny fucking Blackwood just laughed at me and licked his lips slightly and my mouth dropped at the sight.

"Come on, pretty girl. Just give me a chance." He said bending down so that we were eye level and I stared into his green eyes and shook my head slowly.

"Johnny, you don't understand; I don't want a mate, I don't want to love." I said and finally, I felt it. There were stages to the heat as I liked to remember them:

Stage one. An inexplainable and incurable horny-ness that could only be lessened by your mate.

Stage two. A pure annoyance with everything and everyone. Most commonly cured by being alone, smoking and/or drinking.

Stage three. Unwanted and definitely not needed, sadness. Usually resulted in crying, sobbing and everything in-between. Once again, it was usually fixed or lessened by your mate.

And finally, stage four. Rage. I'm talking mega bitch, burn everything down, fight everyone who looks at you wrong rage. I remember our house getting fixed after some of the females in our pack went through heat. The rage was scary.

Judging by the stages, I had now moved into stage three. The horny-ness and annoyance still there, but now my emotions and the thought of not being in control consumed me into unprovoked sadness and the only way to help it...was to cry my eyes out.

So, slumping down against the tree and landing on my ass, I looked down at the grass as the saddest sob I ever heard, broke through me. Hell, even I have never cried like this. I think the last time I did was when I ran away and I broke down in the forest and cried my eyes out. Even past heats were never this intense, I think this was only happening because of the unwanted arrival of Johnny.