Her Alpha

Chapter Eight

Reagan's POV

The next morning I easily avoided a conversation with Remington by heading to breakfast with my family. It really got two birds with one stone--no heart to heart while also assuring them that I was, in fact, eating. My wound had closed overnight but I was still unsettled so I didn't eat much, but anything was better than nothing.

After breakfast, however, I had no way to avoid the inevitable. I couldn't go for a run, since I'd been injured last night and though the wound had closed it was still a little painful. I didn't think shifting forms and being active would help. I didn't have any friends because I trusted almost no one. I couldn't just hang with my brothers, because they actually had stuff to do. And that was it, there went any and all excuses I might have been able to make for why Remington should leave me be.

"Last night--" he started as we approached my door.

Spinning to face him, I held up a hand to cut him short. "Remington. We don't need to have this conversation. It took an extreme situation to do it, but I learned my lesson. I won't go anywhere without telling you first. I know it's unsafe. And I know you got caught in the heat of the moment last night and said more than you meant to say." Just because he surely was thinking it didn't mean he'd meant to say it out loud to my face, and I could respect that. "We don't need to discuss it. I know where you're at and you know I'm not going to act stupid again. So can we just leave it be? Please?"

He watched me for a moment, a slight tick in his jaw. "I believe you. But I don't think you actually get where I'm at. What I said..." he trailed off.

I didn't give him the chance to decide what to say next. "It's okay. You're here to make sure I stay safe. I put that in jeopardy. It makes sense you'd be...angry." To put it lightly.

He sighed. "I still think you have the wrong idea, but I can see you're uncomfortable so I'll drop this. For now."

His for now was going to turn into forever because I never wanted to talk about this again, but I nodded anyway. "Great. Now I'm going to take a nap. Didn't get much sleep last night."

He seemed to accept this, since he knew it was true, and didn't stop me when I went into my room. Once in there I decided taking a nap actually wasn't a bad idea. Maybe some rest would turn around my less than cheerful mood.

I was awoken sometime later to incessant knocking on my door. Startled out of my sleep, I jumped up, wincing as my leg gave a slight throb. Not as bad as that morning, at least, which was a good sign. Out of sorts from being woken so suddenly, I stared at the door until the knocking stopped.

A moment later, I heard Remington say, "Last I checked she was heading in to take a nap. Give her a second." Then another knock sounded on the door. "Reagan?"

Sighing, I went to open the door, expecting to see one of my brothers on the other side. It had to be someone Remington had met, otherwise he would have questioned the visitor further--and he'd only met my family so far.

I rubbed my eyes as I pulled open the door. "What do you want?"

The voice that answered had my eyes flying open wide. "We need to talk."

"About what?" I asked, meeting Ezra's hard gaze because I would not let him intimidate me. He didn't hold all the power here.

He gave a pointed look at Remington before turning back to me. "A few things. One of which has to do with something I just learned at lunch with your brothers."

Well, crap. They'd been sharing about me. I had an idea of what they'd told him, and I knew good and well why they'd given that information even though they knew I'd rather not share. In fact, my hesitance to share was more than likely why they'd gone ahead and done it themselves. But the reminder of that had me turning to Remington and asking, "Did I really sleep through lunch?"