The Pack Slut

seventeen

Kal looked at me intently, eyes lightening to a soft green before quickly darkening again. "Let go of her, pup," he growled.

The man immediately let go off me, letting my arm drop to the side again.

Kal then looked directly at me, and I felt my insides squirm. I scolded myself hastily.

"Eve, go to your room," his voice boomed commandingly.

The crowd around me took in my name, seeing if I was responsive. But I just stood there, eyes trained on Mr. Alpha, trying to understand him.

"Now!" He roared, and fear quickly flashed through my eyes before I turned around and ran back inside the pack house and all the way to my room. Once inside, I heaved, and crashed on my bed.

The way he commanded me to the room was so...irritating. It was so embarrassing to just be yelled at and told leave like I was his fucking dog or...I don't know.

But that look in his eyes...it was terrifying. It was a look I never wanted to see from him again. I closed my eyes and pulled some covers on top of me. Was that the look he got in his eyes after killing? Or was that just how he looked, when he was angry at me?

Soon enough, I fell asleep, but one thing was certain, I was to stay as far from Alpha Kalthius as possible. If possible. I groaned and shook my head, already knowing it wasn't.

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He looked over at me, his grin wide as we lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. My grin was almost as wide as his.

"You look so beautiful, Eve," he said, his hands going around my waist as he pulled me on top of him. My heart beat sped up.

"Only for you," I said, giving him a kiss. He immediately deepened the kiss, his hands already trailing inside my shirt.

"Prove it," he said breathlessly, roughly ripping the shirt from my body.

I helped him take of his shirt, feeling his hard abs beneath me. I pulled away for a second breathless, to ask him a question. "Do you love me, Ryder?" I asked, hoping he'd say the words I wanted, not knowing if they would even be truthful or not.

"Of course I do, Eve," he said, eyes darkening. "Now take off that goddamn skirt."

I gasped for air as I woke up from my dream. But it wasn't just a dream, it was a flashback, a re-living, a pull from my past.

I remembered that day so vividly, it was when I was 19, the morning of my nineteenth birthday actually. I had snuck into his room and that just kinda happened.

He said he loved me, and I believed it.

After the sex, he said he'd take me out to dinner, and I believed it.

Truth be told, I went to my room and waited for him to pick me up for dinner, but he never came. I didn't cry. I wasn't upset. I was just happy that he loved me. Even when the smarter part of me knew better.

The next morning, he said he was caught up in pack business, and I believed him.

A part of me still believes him. A part of my heart was still with him.

I shook my head, not wanting to think about it any longer. I pulled the t-shirt that was still tucked under my bed and brought it up to my nose, inhaling it and calming me down.