Loving wolves

Chapter 28

Alex's POV

I spend most of the time with dad if he's in the house. But occasionally he would have to leave the house for a couple of hours for work. He's never had a sorted schedule of his days of working. He works in a factory ten miles from the wood. It produces raw material to export to countries around the world. Of course I was less interested in that topic. I have my dad to bug me with this useless information of what he does in his job. 

If you're thinking I'm a bad friend for not calling or going to Chase's house, you might want to rethink that. Brooke of course would be busy with her mate and Chase with his stringent girlfriend and her  ludicrous threats. How very pleasant. Everyone is enjoying themselves with people they love surrounding them. Apart from me.

Instead I have a blanket wrapped around me and I am consuming words off old pages. Consuming a dozen more chapters to extinguish my deadly boredom. Jane Eyre has been a great deal of company for me. As the book accompanied me when no one else was near. Now that everyone is occupied in their own business and Ruben stuck in wolf training. I have so much time to myself that I may die of thoughts.

I place my book face down on the bed and looked around. My room was a mess. Clothes piled up carelessly and my sketches placed at random on my study table. I walked to the table and picked the sketches with my hands but they slipped and were scattered on the floor. I knelt down to pick them up. Slowly gathering each page and piling them up neatly when I stopped at a drawing in particular. It was the sketch I did of a random wolf at the top of my head. I remembered it clearly. The messy black fur. And electric blue eyes which seemed so demanding and dominant. The wolf's chest was baring and teeth hidden behind it's slight smirk. 

I also remember clearly Brooke saying that it looked like Hunter. I strongly disagree. If I sketch a black wolf it doesn't necessarily mean it's Hunter. I  piled the sketches neatly, placing them on the corner of the table.

Hunter's POV

I lay still on my bed. My mind drifting away. My body was empty. Empty of everything. I hadn't eaten for a few days. Lilly has been constantly at my door offering food for me but I refuse. Food cannot be swallowed into my empty body. Nor did hunger visit me like death comes every second. I had dreams of handing my offspring the label of an alpha and teaching him how to rule a pack.I've always wanted to be a father. And I'd love to be one. But there is no chances of me becoming a father to my pack and now I'll have to pick an alpha from one of the future beta's. The idea of a new alpha who does not share the same blood as I do makes me want to hurl. As over dramatic as it sounds. It breaks my heart knowing that I will never have my own cubs scurrying back and forth the hallways. Or the constant giggling keeping me up all night.

I can't stay depressed forever. I have a pack to lead and so much to do. My thoughts were disturbed by a knock on my door it was a gentle knock, as if the person was debating with themselves if they should knock on my door. "Come in" I murmured from underneath the covers it came out more like whisper. I was so used to the silence in the room that it felt weird to even let words come out of my mouth. I heard the handle turn and someone had stepped in to the room. 

Recognizing the scent of the person who entered my room I immediately threw my covers to one side and tried to look dominant, which is hard as my hair was flattened from one side and I was not wearing a T-shit. Ruben looked at me weirdly then at the duvet which was sent flying across the room when I threw it. 

"Yes?" I said. His attention was then drawn to me. "I came to talk" he answered nervously. I furrowed my eyebrows waiting for him to explain. "It's mainly about training the cubs" He explained. Yet from this small sentence I figured out exactly what he wanted from me. "Can you may be appoint others to train the cubs than me? For I have a lot of work to do on my own" He asked. "If by work you mean slacking off. Then I stand by my decision. You are given one job and I order you to do it. No compromise will be made." I answered.