Another Day in Paradise

Chapter 31

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Chapter 31

Marc

            “S’alright man, just sit down.” Saxon told me, handing me a cup of what smelt like coffee. Staring into the espresso colored liquid, I took a sip, choking down the scalding drink.

She rejected us.

‘You thought she wouldn’t be mad.’ My tone was accusatory.

In my defense, I was 99.9% sure she wouldn’t be!

‘Next time, make sure it’s 110%.’

Her wolf was confused. Did you see her eyes? My wolf ignored the small jibe.

‘No I didn’t see her eyes! I was too busy being REJECTED.’ My yell was furious, causing the wolf to snort.

Oh, that? I’m not too worried about that.

‘You’re deaf, aren’t you?’

I prefer, selective hearing.

            Trace sat down across from me, the bench creaking under his added weight. Cayden came into the kitchen, causing me to snap my eyes to him. All he did was shrug. Was he going to tell me what Dakoda said to him?

            “Give her time.” He told me, going over to the sink. Slouching back down, I began to take another mutinous sip of coffee. Dakoda had rejected me. I couldn’t believe… it wasn’t fair. If she would’ve let me explain-

            “Marc, do you need some air?” Saxon asked, stretching from where he sat by the wall. “I could go for a Shift and a run.” He told me, but his eyes were cautious; wary almost. Saxon was only trying to help me feel better, which was strange, considering he told me straight to my face that he hoped Dakoda would be mad at me.

            “No.” I mumbled, leaning my head onto the table. Sleep sounded good, hadn’t gotten that in a few days.

            “Marc, we need to talk.” Trace sighed, standing up. Lifting my head up, while glaring slightly, I groaned in protest.

            “No.”

            “Now. I’ll take you for a drive.” He tried to persuade me, while sounding authoritative at the same time. If it came down to it, he couldn’t make me do anything if I didn’t want to.

            “No.” My head clunked back down onto the table. Dakoda may have rejected me, but this was my house. Leaving after being rejected was admitting defeat.

Not rejected. She’s just mad.

‘We were rejected.’

You were rejected, to be more specific. I could’ve gotten away with it.

            “Marc, we have some things I need to discuss with you.” Trace had lowered his voice into a growl. My eyes rose back to where he stood, tensed shoulders, eyes lowered, posture stiff.

            “Fine.” I surrendered. Couldn’t let this whole thing depress me. I needed to stay upbeat. If I were going to be the alpha, I needed to show I was strong. Not a whining, whimpering, lost pup. It shouldn’t be that hard to pretend everything was fine. Standing, my feet led me to follow Trace out of the door, to his truck. It roared to life, pulling out of the driveway rather smoothly. It wasn’t until Trace had left the city boundaries that he spoke again.