My Possessive Alpha Mate

Chapter 4

I woke up to a loud knock on the door. Alexa was still asleep and wrapped up in the surprisingly warm and comfy hotel blankets. With a small groan, I rolled out of the bed as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Alexa. I stumbled while pulling on a pair of leggings I'd left lying on the floor the night before. I rushed to the door, wondering who the hell it could be considering I'd only met a total of 3 people the entire time I'd been in town.

Cautiously looking out the small hole in the door, I saw an anxious looking Derek. I quickly checked my hair in the wall mirror next to the door. It looked like a rat's nest. Just my luck, I thought bitterly. I took a deep breath, I cannot believe I'm about to do this. 

Opening the door, I found his beautiful eyes on mine. They were this amazing emerald color. I began to wonder if he was an angel sent to guide me on my way because no one deserved to be so damn good looking like he was. It wasn't fair. 

"Are you done checking me out now?" He smirked, finally breaking the silence. I blushed and he moaned, "You can't blush, it's too hot and it just makes me want to bed you right here." Of course, that just made me blush that much harder and as much as I hate to admit it, turn me on. Who uses the term 'bed you' in this century??

"Did you come here for a reason?" I asked, as rudely as I could muster. I casually leaned against the doorway, holding the door open with one hand. He lifted my arm, walked through the door, and wrapped my arms around him in one swift movement. Everywhere he touched me felt amazing and I began to wonder if he could feel it too.

"Don't tell me you don't feel it too." He smirked down at me and I found it nearly impossible to look away. I was very aware of his hard member against my core. I looked away and shook my head, trying to clear the erotic thoughts. Why did he do this to me? Alexa was in the other room. Plus I hadn't known him for that long, not even a full day technically.

"Your dick? Yeah I got that one loud and clear," I replied, trying to avoid the real question. His whole body erupted into laughter. His laughs were these deep rumbling sexy things obviously constructed to seduce women. It was so adorable seeing him laugh, that I couldn't help but smile at him a little bit. I mentally punched myself in the face for giving into my feelings for him for even a second. Or even admitting that I had feelings for that matter.

"Well, yes, I do want you to know how much you turn me on, believe me. But you can't tell me that you don't feel the tingles every time I touch you, the butterflies in your stomach telling you I'm someone you're afraid to let go of, whether you realize it or not. Tell me you didn't think about me last night before you fell asleep, that you didn't miss me. Tell me." This was getting too out of control. Why did I feel like this and how did he know? I was becoming frightened.

"Why? Why are you saying all of this? How could you possibly know what I'm thinking and feeling?" I demanded, my brows pulled together. He just smiled, a real genuine smile, and crushed me to his warm well-muscled chest. I tried not to feel content, I really did... but his chest was just so perfect and he smelled amazing. Sort of woodsy but also like expensive cologne, the scent was tantalizing. I briefly forgot about what I'd asked, but after a whole minute of trying to remember what had been so important only minutes before, he replied.

"You're my mate, Arabella. I'm a werewolf." He said, with my face still burrowed into his chest. I immediately pulled away, scrambling to put as much distance between us as possible. He had a hurt expression on his face that was so quickly replaced with a guarded look, I almost wasn't sure it was ever even there.

"You're crazy. Oh my god. Oh my god! What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled, forgetting Alexa was sleeping in the bedroom. He took a step toward me and I took a few steps back. He winced before he held up his hands to try to make me feel safer, I'm sure. What was he playing at? Was this all just some sick, messed up game to him? What had I gotten myself into? How could I get out of here with Alexa safely? So many thoughts flooded my mind.

"I can prove it, I swear!" He exclaimed, before starting to strip. Yes, I'm serious. He started taking all of his clothes off until he was down to his boxers. I just stood there in shock. Poor Alexa, I thought, she'd lost her parents and now I'd be gone, killed by a psychopath. At least he's a hot one, the more optimistic side of me fought. I rolled my eyes at that, trying to avoid the lump forming in my throat. Possibly getting killed by a weirdo who thought he was a werewolf was one thing but crying was another. I wasn't raised to be a damsel in distress. I was not going to cry. I prepared to use the scarce few self defense moves I could remember from the lessons my dad had imposed on me when I was younger, in an effort to prepare for when he wouldn't be there to defend me one day.

A noise scarily close to twigs snapping spanned across the room, knocking me out of my thoughts. I turned my sights back to werewolf weirdo boy and instead of even trying to process what I was seeing, I screamed as loudly as I possibly could.