Thelma’s POV
My body felt as though it was on fire. I didn’t believe that the Alpha would still fuck that bitch even when I had already made up my mind to ask for his forgiveness. I wanted to brush the thought aside but I just couldn’t. I wobbled on my feet on the way to my room until I finally got there. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried. If my memory serves me right, I think I did that shit was when I was still seventeen. I had already made up my mind since then that no matter how hard a situation becomes, I would never shed tears for it. I had maintained this as a law to myself and it had feigned out well so far. But today, I didn’t think I could hold it anymore. Seeing that good-for-nothing moron under the Alpha’s arm pained me so hard. I never knew I was this jealous. I had never known myself to be a jealous type anyway. It might be a quality one gets to develop as he or she finds someone they love, I thought. I wish I could just meet Bridget there and drag her away under his arm and blow the hell outta her.
I sat back on my bed. Slowly, tears began to trickle down from the far corner of my left eye. At first, I barely noticed it until it fell on my lips and I felt the salty taste. I tried to fight against crying out loud. I think I won but not entirely. More tears emerged and the more I wiped it off, the more it welled down my face. Fuck it. I stopped holding myself. I cried as much as I wanted. That way, I hoped would ease the pain, I thought. I shouted. I screamed. I cringed onto my pillow and hugged it really tight. I would hit it sometimes on my head frustratingly. I just wished the whole event could really be unseen. But it was just mere wishful thinking because it had been stored in my memory and might not be deleted anytime soon.
A knock came at my door and without a second guess, I knew who could be there. It was either Bridget had come to laugh at me or Drake had come to say something stupid, I thought.
I grabbed the pillow, buried my head on it. “Go o’way,” I said in between sob. I think the pillow I had placed on my mouth blocked my voice, forcing me to speak incoherently.
I wish I had remembered to lock the door. I sure didn’t want anyone to see me in my present state of sorry physical impression. Whoever it was, adamantly pushed at the door and walked in. The sound of the heavy boots told me that it wasn’t Bridget.
I squinted up, eyes heavy, vision blurry. I saw Drake, his big chest making rapid movements- he did more breathing than usual- as a result of the activity, he had engaged himself to with that crazy bitch. There was a sudden mixture of pain and anger mixed that roared down my throat. It was as though I had seen my worst enemy right inside my home uninvited. Home? Wait, that was right inside his home, not mine. True, I was angry at him and I was also mad at him for being the first person that made me cry even when I had promised myself I would never do that shit again. But yet he wouldn’t have come to my room if he doesn’t have anything to say. I didn’t want to allow my anger to cloud my sense of reasoning. I fought against it. I quickly wiped away my tears, making it look as though I hadn’t been crying right before he came. I wanted to allow him to say whatever shit he wanted and get his ass moving. I was pretty sure that there would be some element of evidence left there. It doesn’t matter anyway.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked me. I couldn’t hear that sweet voice anymore. What was left was a voice so husky.
“You don’t have to explain anything in case that’s why you are here.”
“I have come to do more than that,” he said. “I have come to, well, you know-”
“Please, Alpha. Go away.”
“You need to hear me out first, please.”
Please? I saw you fucking that bitch. “Make it quick and get the hell outta here.” I didn’t allow him to hear me crying nor did I want him to know that I had done stuff like that.
“Thank you, Pretty.”
God. Maybe he didn’t understand the level of anger and rage flowing through my sensory nerves. He walked in and came closer. I drifted back on the bed when I saw him coming toward me. He sat on it and then looked at me. His oblique emerald eyes fell on me, making me anxious, and for a second, I found myself engrossed in looking at those beasty, seducing eye sockets. His heavy scent fell over my nose and all my sensory cells got shut off that instant. I tried to focus but the little gap between us wasn’t helping out the situation. What kind of crazy bitch am I anyway? A few seconds ago, I felt like smacking or even spanking the son of a bitch. But now, I was feeling different. Fuck. I closed my eyes, trying to focus.
“Speak, please.”
“Why did you come to the room?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” I furrowed my face in a frozen frown but still didn’t look at him.
“It does matter, Pretty.”
I waited until I was able to say, “Please, leave,” without crying. But the idiot wouldn’t leave me alone. I found my muscles growing weaker and weaker as he continued to drift closer to me on the bed, his eyes burning with lust- maybe. Anyway, it was still mere sensational reasoning of mine which I was yet to prove. The closer he came, the more I perceived her scent on him; Bridget’s scent. It made me mad, angrier.
“Not until you answer my question.”
I frowned. “What is there to say?” I said. “I didn’t come to say anything.”
There was a brief silence. I didn’t care to look at his face but I knew he had his gaze focused on me. “Oops. Frankly speaking, I thought you had come to make amends. I was open to accepting the responsibility of the reckless action I thought I had taken.”
I looked at him. I frowned until my face began to ache. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It doesn’t matter now anyway, does it?” he said. “When you are already leaving.” He leaned very closely until my head hit the wall behind me. I could feel his shuddering hot breath falling on my nose, sending erotic sensations down my midbrain. It would be very difficult for a lady in distress to fully ignore or resist Drake’s charming body without offering occasional sexual thoughts in that special part of the brain made for feelings. I was that lady in distress. But I was also a lady in anger. He rose, his expression was now unreadable. He looked at me for a while and sighed. He was almost on his way out, his hands on the door handle, his back facing me when I heard him make another statement.
“It hurts so much to see you leave.”
I scoffed. “And it doesn’t hurt to see you fuck that bitch right in my face?” I asked. I wasn’t aware if he knew, but there was a sudden rush of an avalanche of anger- jealousy may be- trying to swallow me up that instant. If he had been a kid, I would have beat the hell out of him for making such a stupid and careless statement. “You wanted to know why I had come to your room, isn’t it?”
He turned around, but couldn’t speak. His expression now enigmatic and weary. “I came to your room because I thought you truly deserved an apology. I came because I thought something was going to work out between us. I came because you are the first person who had put me in a position where I had to swallow my pride. I was even at the brim of asking for your forgiveness, Alpha when I had done nothing serious.” I sobbed when I added, “But look at you. . . you are good for nothing motherfucking son of a bitch. I don’t care anymore if you reject me as your mate. I don’t fucking care. Tomorrow, you are free to take me back to my father’s packhouse. I would rather enjoy the humiliation there than endure the embarrassment here.”
The Alpha swallowed, enough for me to hear it as he gulped down his spit. He looked at me blankly without saying a word. But I noticed something about his beautiful eyes. He directed them on me, long, without even blinking. My eyes were burning, tears trickling out, anger surging up. We stared at each other for a long time. Slowly, he turned around, gently opened the door, and silently walked away.
What a day!