Raising the Alpha

Chapter Thirteen: Letting Go

Lydia

"Gross, that's gross. Get away from me!" I yelled. Damian was chasing me around the house with a huge spider he'd found in the backyard.

He caught up to me and dangled it front of my face. "You know, I'll never understand why people are so afraid these beautiful little things."

I shoved past him. "Because they're freaking gross!" I ran up the stairs and into my room. I knew locking the door was no use, but I did anyway.

Damian twisted the door knob and broke the lock. "Come on, Little Miss Muffet," he said with an evil grin.

He backed me against the wall and opened his hand. The spider was gone. I glared at him and he smiled back. Damian leaned over me seductively. He grabbed a piece of my hair and played with it.

"Stop," I demanded and ducked out from underneath him. "We've been over this."

He looked at me over his shoulder. Turning around he said, "No. I don't think we have." He smiled crookedly. "Don't you dare even deny it. You want me."

"Piss off!" I slammed my bedroom door and went into the kitchen.

Damian was right. I felt like I was going to explode. I did want him. But, I was most definitely not going to sleep with him. And he would have to deal with it. I thought too hard on this as I tried to make myself chocolate milk. When I closed the door to the fridge, Damian was standing right there.

"Holy shit! Dude, you can't do that. You scared the hell out of me." I turned my back to him and walked towards the counter.

"I'm sorry about all that. Here, let me." Damian was behind me, reaching around my waist to pour the chocolate syrup into my glass.

I watched closely because I really didn't want him to mess it up. "Stop," I said, grabbing his hand. "That's enough." I tried to turn and get a spoon, but Damian wouldn't move. I put my hand on his chest and tried to move him back. He didn't budge. "Damian. Move." I clenched my jaw, trying to look angry even though I wasn't.

Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back. He lifted me onto the counter. We were still kissing when I jammed the wooden spoon handle into his gut. Damian looked at me, confused and in pain.

"Don't try that again." I grabbed a new spoon and stirred my chocolate milk as I walked into the living room.

Damian

I pulled the wooden spoon from my gut. I guess I really should've seen that coming. I should've known Lydia wouldn't have kissed me. It was even a good kiss. That's proof that she must feel something. You can't kiss someone like that and not have a little feelings for them. And I will admit that I really do feel something for her. She had to come around at some point.

I walked up the stairs to her room and laid down. She'd be up in a little bit, and I could be asleep by then. It was freezing in her room, so I pulled the comforter over me. There was something about her house in general that made it very comfortable to be in. Maybe it was the fact that it was a pale yellow color outside, or that it smelled like potpourri and sugar cookies all the time. But even better was her room. She had a small lamp on her dresser that cast a soft glow around the room and it made the walls look golden. Her entire wall was filled with books with their pages marked. Her bed was a mess of coral colored jersey knit sheets and a fluffed up teal comforter. My favorite part was the papasan chair in the corner of her room. I fell asleep comfortably.

"Hey. Damian, are you awake?" Lydia had her hand on my shoulder.

"I am now," I replied sleepily and turned over.