The Alpha's Done. Rucas Fanfiction.

Chapter 15. Molten Lava Cake.

I felt something stirring deep inside of me. Shaking, grasping the very essence of myself.

My stomach turned to knots, my heart began to flutter and race all at the same time. It was overwhelming. A similar feeling that Lucas gives me by one simple glance or subtle smile. Glancing to my right I see said man sleeping soundly beside me, not a care in the world. My worries were forgotten for a moment when I saw how serene he looked. We were in his home tonight, the pack house, even though I was somewhat skeptical. My presence around here was tolerated, but not welcomed though a few wolves were very friendly and offered me congratulations and introductions.

Either way, I swallowed what little discomfort I did feel because Lucas was overjoyed that I had even thought about it. 'You are incredible,' he had said before lifting me off my feet with a large grin and I was a goner, I want him to continue to think that about me as long as possible. Then every time one of his pack members came along to announce themselves to me, an even bigger grin overcame his face and didn't leave for minutes after the introductions had ended.

It was in that moment that I felt a pinch of guilt eating away at me. I had only then realized how selfish I was being with Lucas and his time. This was his home, his safe place from the outside world and I hadn't even thought of staying over here willingly. Until today. Lucas had just always come to my place, he'd pick me up from work and that was where he drove. I never thought anything of it.

Granted, I never woke up in the middle of the night to watch him when staying over at my apartment but I don't think he could have been more relaxed.

'Riley.'

My entire body froze as a chill shook my spine.

'Riley.'

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This wasn't me.

I wasn't walking outside, barefoot into my alpha mate's werewolf territory. I wasn't the one who left my mate in the middle of the night to follow strange, creepy whispers. Whispers that were calling my name.

It was freezing if the goosebumps across my entire body were any sort of indication of the temperatures. However, it seemed I had no control over the movements of my body. As if some outside force was forcing me to walk, that would be the only logical explanation. Though it certainly isn't 'logical', but neither are supernatural creatures. Logical or not, one thing is certain – I am certainly not brave enough to do this. 'Closer. Almost there.'

My brain could comprehend the sound of rushing water and see the edge of a cliff coming into view a few yards ahead of me but no matter how much I screamed at myself to, stop, I didn't. I kept taking steps, uncaring about the rocks, and random twigs tearing up my feet and arms as I walked. I tried to dig my heels, intentionally tried to trip myself – something I succeed at with no avail.

'Look.'

On instinct, I glanced down towards the water now that I was at the edge of the cliff. "RILEY!" But didn't get a good glance before they fluttered closed.

My entire frame shook from pure pleasure at the sound of his voice. I could hear crazed footfalls, and leaves cracking as he stepped. I could hear the fear and worry from his voice and I'm sure if I were closer or supernatural, the latter most likely, I would hear him breathing in deeply and trying to catch my scent. That thought alone, no matter how odd, made me smile. I loved it when he inhaled me deeply like a drug. "RILEY! PLEASE BABY! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Like I thought, that something was controlling me, that same something lifted its hold and left me standing at the edge of the cliff, my toes hanging off. Gasping loudly from fear, I fell backwards on my butt and crawled away from the edge. "RILEY!" Before I can blink, strong, warm arms encircle themselves around me, holding me tightly. Safety. That's all that I feel surging through my veins, the safety and comfort the familiar tingles provide. "What were you thinking, baby doll? Huh?"