"I really don't know what is happening anymore." I mumbled at Mavis as I sat on her bed and played with my fingers, occasionally twirling random strands of hair around my finger.
I huffed and fell back on the bed as Mavis sighed and sat upright looking down at me.
Damon had told them about where I had disappeared to for more than a week when I was with Jax. Thankfully, he didn't disclose too much of what happened.
Maybe because he himself didn't have the full play by play of what went down after I nabbed his car.
At the back of my mind I wondered if he knew that all my wounds were inflicted on me by Cassandra since I hadn't actually said it yet.
But then I remembered how she looked like when he brought her that day and how he'd ended her.
He knew. Definitely.
And if he didn't, I don't even want to imagine what he would have done.
Mavis came by the house a couple of times when I stopped answering my phone, which I guess I lost at some point when I went to meet Cassandra.
I even had it back with me now.
James had told her at the time that I'd taken an impromptu trip with Damon and probably forgot my phone.
And he also told her that he'd have to take a short trip as well, to help the Alpha with his business.
It wasn't up until we got back and I was in a funk because of what my parents did that James let her in on all that happened in England, well, as far as he knew.
I'd refused to see anybody when we got back so let's just say it's been quite a while since I saw my favourite redhead.
It showed on her face as well, when I knocked on her door this morning. The joy she had at seeing me again, in one piece, after so long.
The immediate aggression towards me for putting myself in danger and getting kidnapped.
The sympathy or pity she felt towards me from my encounter with my parents which made her rethink giving me the scolding sermon that she'd probably already prepared in her head to pelt me with. And then just relief at seeing me, outside of my room. Here.
It was quite a novel sight seeing her go through all these emotions in a matter of five seconds.
Finally she just smiled and stepped towards me and settled on, 'I've missed you.'
And then she hugged me.
And I squeezed her back, as tightly as I could. I'd missed her too.
A lot.
She still hadn't let me go when she started, " Adriane..."
Oh boy, here it comes.
I really thought she was gonna give me at least a couple of hours before reprimanding me.
"I know, it was a stupid move, I shouldn't have done that." I told her before she could get it out.
She pulled back slightly and put her hands on my shoulders to look at me, "Yeah, it was." She smiled. "But most importantly you shouldn't have done it alone." Her face became serious again. "Why didn't you come to me? You know I would have gone with you if you didn't want anyone else to find out." She actually looked a bit hurt as she said this.
In that moment I knew, she would have. After trying to talk me out of it of course, but in the end she would have still come with me.
I smiled at her, I just smiled, I had no other words to say.
So I pulled her in for another hug.
It was early afternoon now and after a whole lot of catching up we were just lying on her bed. I smiled as I looked around the room that I'd gotten so used to. She and James would be moving out of their room in pack house into their own home. Apparently, now that the gamma had found his mate, he wanted his own space.
He is always so cute with Mavis. It was so nice seeing her like this, excited for what their house was gonna look like, how she'd lay it out, furnish it, all the interior and exterior decorations, just all of it. The house wasn't located far from the pack house though and still under construction, but I was sure that it wouldn't be too long now till they left. I was happy for her.
This is what I needed. Sharing in other's joy, it was a lovely feeling.
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The Rejected Alpha
WerewolfAdriane was living a life she thought was normal, that was up until her sixteenth birthday. That was the moment she first turned. She had absolutely no knowledge of what was happening and no prior warning about what she was about to go through. It...
