Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"Arleigh," The voice was faint, but continued to grow louder, "Arleigh!"

I turned to face Hayden, whose face was blank as he looked at me. Stiffly, he asked, "Are you alright?"

"You have an entire room of silver down there," I stated.

Hayden sighed, "Are you going to get over this anytime soon?"

"Why do you have that?" I shook my head, trying to make sense of it. Actually, I was trying to make sense of anything, but that wasn't working out too well. My brain was malfunctioning, and I couldn't think straight.

"She's just in shock, she'll be fine," Gemma spoke up, which earned her a cold glare from Hayden.

He snarled at her, "I didn't ask you, Gemma. Now shut up and check on Olivia."

His cruel behavior towards Gemma finally registered and I sprung up, glowering at him, "Don't treat her like that! She was just trying to help!"

"She was being disrespectful!" He bellowed, arguing back.

"No!" I screamed back, "She was trying to reassure you, and you retaliated for no reason whatsoever!"

Hayden's jaw clenched, "You don't know what you're talking about."

I scoffed, "And so I'm clueless now, too? You really know how to treat a girl well, don't you?"

"Shut up," He spoke through clenched teeth.

Taking a step closer to him, we were face to face. His hands were at his sides, fists clenched. My arms were folded across my chest as I glared at him, "You, sir, are a dick. You won't even tell me why I was forced into that torture chamber!"

"Because there were rogues trying to breach the border!" He shouted back.

Taken aback by his tone, I covered the hurt, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

With that, I stormed away and up the stairs. Turning down a hall, I opened up a door and found a dark purple room, with Gemma sitting on the bed, reading a book, "Hi."

She looked up, "Hey?"

"Mind if I come in?" I asked her.

Gemma smiled, "Not at all, just close the door behind you. So, can I help you with anything?"

"Does Hayden act like that a lot?" I asked her, getting straight to the point as I sat cross legged on her bed next to her.

She furrowed her brows, "Like what?"

I rolled my eyes, "You know, like a total dick."

She pursed her lips, "He's strict and keeps us in line, which helps the smooth function of our pack. It's good that he's sometimes brutal."

Groaning, I fell back on her bed, "You sound like a brain-washed zombie robot!"

"What would that even look like?" She laughed.

"I don't know, it was just a simile," I shrugged, making her laugh again.

Rolling on my stomach, I frowned, "I need a shower."

"You can use mine," Gemma offered.

"Thanks," I began, "But I don't have anything to change into."

She smiled, "We're pretty much the same size. You can borrow my clothes until I can take you shopping. Here, I'll help you raid my closet."

I laughed, "You have no idea how weird that sounded."

After a much needed shower and messing around in Gemma's closet for about one or two hours, I was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, ready to go to sleep.

The TV was on and we were watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians when, without warning, her door opened. I rolled my eyes when I saw it was the notorious Hayden Cross.

"Arleigh, can I talk to you?" He asked. I ignored him and focused on Kim yelling at Khloe. He sighed and walked further into the room, "Arleigh, I know you can hear me. "

Turning, I feigned innocence, "Oh! I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

"Can I talk to you?" He asked me, obviously using massive self control. He then added, "In private?"

I gave a smile to my new friend, "Be right back, Gemma!"

"Bye," She waved, smiling at me as I skipped out of the room, right past him. He closed Gemma's door and suddenly I was shoved and pinned against the wall by him.

His eyes were dark, and I could tell his wolf was on the edge, "I need you to stop fighting, Arleigh."

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head, "It's not my fault you have zero control over your wolf."

A growl came from his chest, "Don't-- Push-- Me."

"Or what?" I challenged, "Are you going to lock me in the weapon room? Are you gonna hold me hostage? Are you going to kidnap me? Oh, wait; you already did all of that."

He slammed his hand into the wall right above my shoulder, "You do not want to test me right now."

"I don't?" I questioned.

Suddenly I was picked up, bent at the waist over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway. I glared at his jean covered butt. I could feel him staring at mine and hit his back, "Stop staring at my ass and put me down!"

To my surprise, I was let down. Actually, I was flung onto a large bed and was engulfed in his scent-- honey and pine. Looking around me, I decided I was in his room.

"Why am I in your room?" I demanded.

He shrugged, an annoying and arrogant smirk on his face, "Why not?"

Talk about mood swings.

I gave him a sickly sweet smile, "Can I go back to Gemma's room now? Or are you just going to barge back in and drag me back here?"

"The latter," He answered while walking into the joint bathroom and I groaned, rolling off the bed. Making my way over to a bookshelf on the wall, I ran my hands along the spines of them. Sadly, I had to admit that his taste in books was superb.

Pulling out one of the books, I sat in his desk chair and began reading as I heard the shower water start running.

I had already reached page seventy-eight in "Moby Dick" when he walked out of the bathroom, chest bare with a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets still on his body and dripping continuously from his hair.

Trying my hardest, I averted my eyes from his toned stomach--the chiseled abs and chest, the large biceps and obvious strength. I shook my head, and continued reading from the book.

Nonchalantly, I told him, "Put some clothes on."

"You don't really want me to do that," Was his reply, that signature smirk still planted on his face.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Actually, I do."

He chuckled, and walked into his closet. he walked back out in a tight-fitting v-neck white t-shirt that you could totally see through and gray sweats. So, basically, we were matching. I rolled my eyes at the smirk he gave me.

Closing the book on page ninety, I stood up and placed the book back on the shelf. As soon as it was in place, the lights turned off and I gasped at the sudden arms around me, a warm tingling spreading through my body at the touch.

He picked me up and laid me down on the bed. My eyes finally adjusted, I glared up at him, "Asshole."

Rolling over to the edge of the bed, I grabbed all the blankets and put forth 110% of concentration towards ignoring his perverted and pestering remarks.

Finally, sleep overcame me.