The Alpha's Siren Song

Chapter 29

"Kaia," Easton said, his voice low and menacing. His hair was still wet, but his eyes were focused and his usual smile was gone. He knew what this meant. He knew what I could do.

And he no longer wanted to play his soft and patient game.

"It's alright, we just gave the poor girl a fright," one of the men murmured, seeming both confused and horrified.

I didn't care about those two men so much anymore. Hearing the anger laced in Easton's tone made my hackles raise. But instead of being able to turn into a wolf, I felt my hair lift higher, swaying like water currents had captured it. My eyes glowed as bright as neon lights now. He might have been half beast, but I had powers of my own. 

"Kaia, what are you doing to my parents?" Easton demanded, narrowing his eyes. 

"Easton, it's alright, you're only making it worse," the shorter man insisted. "She's just afraid. Yelling at her isn't going to make her calm down."

Easton's mouth fell open like he was about to say something else, deny everything that was being said to him. But he locked his eyes with mine, seeming strangely calm. The fight, the rage, evaporated. Seeing me like this should have sent him running. I was a landlocked medusa, using what I could to control the men around me. And Easton knew my words could be just as damning as stone.

His chin raised a little, but it was an act of self control. And through that small movement, he expressed his dominance over the situation, but also dropped out of his defensive position. His arms fell limply to his sides and he straightened to his full height. 

I just watched him, my chest heaving, water still pouring over my hand. 

I could still get out of this. They still posed a threat to me. 

But no one did a thing. All of them just watching me. 

And I realized that maybe this was not what I had thought. Fear controlled my life. Fear had always controlled my life. And I had acted without thinking. Again.

My hair fluttered down to my shoulders. My sight bled back into the blurry limited lines that my humanity could comprehend. 

"There, that's better," the shorter man soothed. 

And I just stood there. Staring. At Easton's parents.

My fingers trembled as I shut the faucet off. This was a complete and utter dating fail.

"I've told you not to drop in unexpectedly," Easton snapped, the worst of my outburst evidently over. Which made all the room for his. "I told you that I would introduce you all when I was ready, when she was ready. She's not one of us, she doesn't understand that it's normal to just accept each other and move on with life. We are taking it slow. I thought you understood that."

"We tried to text you. We didn't know she would be here. We just wanted to check on you," the taller one defended.

"I'm sorry," I blurted, completely unprepared for them to be arguing, especially when I caused the whole debacle. My tongue felt like wool in my mouth, but I forced myself to speak, even when I would have preferred it if the world swallowed me up and never spat me out again. "I just had my first formal encounter with a werewolf and it put me on edge. I didn't mean to upset anyone."

"Oh, honey, it's not your fault," the shorter one promised. 

"But strange that you are supernatural yet seem to unfamiliar with werewolves," the other mused.

My tongue was tied up in my mouth again. I had no idea how to steer this conversation without landing myself in hot water. Option one was telling them that I was the siren that slipped through the clutches of a violent alpha. Option two was keeping my lips sealed.