Smoking with The Alpha

"You should put that down." I say, my eyes shifting between the cigarette and his lips.

"Give me one good reason." He says in a raspy voice, I could feel his burning stare.

I meet his gaze, "It kills."

"So does love."

I feel his pain, I feel the anger laced within those three words because they are voiced at me. I'm the reason for it, but he doesn't understand, as much as my wolf is lured to him - as inevitable as it is that I belong to him, being with him is more harm than good.

"Don't do that!" I shout, choking out a sob, "Don't you dare try to guilt me."

"I didn't do anything." He says in a monotone voice, no longer looking at me.

"Look at me. Look at me!" I demand.

He doesn't care, his wolf does, but he does not.

"How can I let myself be with- be with you?" I mumble, "you're toxic."

And our eyes meet once again. He stands up, throws down the cigarette and steps on it. He takes out his Marlboro pack and lights up another one. This is all too familiar to him, this routine.

"You made this choice Noah." I let out a whimper unwillingly, "you are killing yourself."