To Catch an Alpha

Chapter 2- To Catch a Kiss

"I don't understand," I punched the punching bag harder as an image of the dark eyed wolfman clouded my thoughts. Kick. Punch. Kick. "How could nobody know who he was?" I punched the bag again and again. "I don't know Chase, maybe he was a rogue?" James didn't meet my eyes as he explained his theory. "No," I kicked the bag again and nearly knocked James over with it. "He smelt too... good, I guess." I didn't know how to explain it. James looked over at me with an unknown emotion in his eyes. "He was too powerful to be a rogue." I said, looking at the ground as I threw a half hearted punch. "He's off our lands anyway." I walked over to the treadmill and began to run on it.

The man had to have been near my age. No one could tell me who he was or what he was doing on the pack lands. It was like he was a ghost. James hopped onto the treadmill beside me and ran, catching up to my pace. "I just don't get it! Something should have been said by now-" James cut me off with a sharp tone in his voice. "Just leave it alone Chase." He spat at me. "We couldn't have had a security breach, but he just walked in-" "Dammit Chase, just drop it!" He yelled, stopping the treadmill and walking towards the gym door. The walls shuttered as he slammed it shut on his way out.

I was shocked. James has never spoken to me like that before. Ever. Stopping the treadmill, I grabbed my water and left the gym. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside. James laid by the oak tree outside the gym. His chest rose in short, ragged breaths. His strong hands covered his face and his sweaty blonde hair looked like it needed to be combed. I wanted to comfort him. He is my best friend and seeing him in this state hurt me. I slowly strode towards him and sat down in the grass beside him, putting his head into my lap.

"You shouldn't do that Chase, I'm still angry with you." James whispered calmly to me, his hands removing themselves from his face. His blue green eyes bore into me as I blushed and turned away. My fingers wove through his blonde locks, tangling themselves with it. "I'm sorry, but tell me how I have upset you?" I questioned him. He has been acting strange towards me ever since Braxton had asked me to be his date to the ceremony. James sighed and turned his head away from me, revealing the tattoo he had gotten onto his collarbone. James had gotten it on his sixteenth birthday at the small tattoo shop in the human town next to ours. The olive branches across his collarbones symbolized peace and honor,both things James Valued greatly. My hand slid down from his hair moved his shirt, tracing the lines of the blank ink. He shivered under my touch, but I ignored it.

"Chase," he breathed, moving himself so that he was facing me. I sucked in a breath as I looked into his eyes which displayed an emotion unknown to me. He moved closer to me, his lips almost touching mine. "James," I questioned with a whisper as he leaned in closer, capturing my lips with his. His hands snaked around my waist as he pushed me onto the grass, trapping me beneath him. I had never kissed anyone before, let alone my best friend. He continued to kiss me, licking my lips, digging his nails into my hips, silently begging me to get into the kiss.

Then he stopped after he noticed that I wasn't kissing him back. He got off me, muttering a short apology as he sprinted across the clearing towards the pack house. I sat up from the ground and put my shaking finger to my lips. He had just kissed me. James Garrison, my best friend in the whole world had just kissed me. I stood up and dusted the dirt from my workout leggings and shirt. What just happened? I didn't even know where to go. Could I even look at James the same again? I started walking, not exactly knowing where I was going.

"Chay, Chay, come play with us," I looked down to see Rosalie, a young pup that I sometimes watched at the orphanage. I hadn't noticed that I had wandered further into the town. Rosalie smiled up at me with her four year old toothy smile. Her golden hair sprung around her small face in little ringlets. Her bright golden eyes looked into mine as she begged me to come visit her. I let her pull me towards the playground as she and a few other pups ran around.