The Pack Slut

sixteen

I woke up in a bed that was clearly and most definitely not my own. And to compliment my already profound confusion, a headache had instilled itself upon me.

I groaned as I sat up, realizing I was in Kal's bed. How did I get here? And where was Kal?

I couldn't smell him in the room, and since his scent was faint, I assumed he had left a while ago. My eyes wandered over to look at his bed side clock.

12:01pm.

Had I really slept that long?

I bit my lip trying to remember how I ended up here. I do remember going out with Mirren to her friends house. But I do not however, recall what happened afterwards.

I frowned as I looked around the large room. Papers, books, cologne, a huge closet, a huge bed...my eyes stayed on the bed, imagining all the things that could take place here. It was then I remembered that this was the very same bed that Kal had had sex with other women on. I huffed again and pushed myself off of the bed.

I didn't want to be mad at him for having sex with others, for I had done the same, but still. It still felt wrong. He still lied to me. He still made me feel guilt for something he also did. Oh Kal...

Why can't I allow myself to reject you?

I made my way to the door, not wanting to stay here even though my wolf was protesting to stay in the bed a little longer.

I looked over my shoulder and back into the room, not wanting to give up how relaxing his scent made me feel. Without even thinking, I grabbed a shirt from his dirty clothes basket and made a dash to my room, closing the door quickly.

I sat on my bed, and inhaled the black t-shirt, sighing in content.

God, this was embarrassing.

As much as I wanted to deny, my wolf still needed him. Just his scent could calm me down and relax me.

This way I could have Kal, without all the terrible things that came with actually dealing with him. T-shirt Kal was just so much more accessible and more reasonable (considering he didn't talk) and plus, he was always there when I needed him. If only the real Kal could...

There was a knock on my door. Why did it feel like there was always someone knocking on my door?

"Come in," I called, pushing the t-shirt under my bed.

Jax opened the door and waited by it, his eyes skimming over my room, and then stopping on me.

"I was told to check on you," he said leaning over the door frame.

"By who?"

"Kal."

I scoffed. "Where is he anyway?"

"He left early morning around 4am, to go meet with Alpha Sebastian." He put his hand in his hair.

My body cringed at the sound of his name.

"So that he can see for himself that that Sebastian guy was the one who came onto me?" I rolled my eyes and got off the bed. "If there's anyone who should have difficulty trusting the words of someone it should be me to him."