It has been two days since I got my last letter. I’ve been anticipating the next one, I was worried that they’d show up outside my room and Benlyam would find them. Thankfully, I found the next one in my dresser.
It sat on one of my shirts, neatly placed. Anyone would’ve seen it if they open the drawer. I checked to make sure the door was closed before I opened it.
A photo of Benlyam and I on a walk to see my therapist. So, he was out in the open, and no one saw him? Something didn’t add up…
‘Dear Matey,
Looks like you’re gaining weight. Disgusting, you know I hate fat fuck toys. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. I think you’re getting too comfortable here. But, I love how paranoid you always look, love seeing Benny boy panic to calm you. We need to talk about you fucking him, such a slut! Can’t wait to drill back into you! Y. H. 3.
-Alpha’
I was numb with these notes now. I just started at the indelible words.
Looks like you’re gaining weight.
I love how paranoid you always look.
Love seeing Benny boy panic to calm you.
He was watching? He’s mentioned it before but it was too much for my brain to handle. That was impossible. Someone would’ve seen, his pack is guarded, he has top-notch security. He wouldn’t be able to…
Could he be working with someone?
No. No one would go against Benlyam, yesterday I witnessed him lay into this woman.
After seeing Reseda quickly for a check-up, he went to the pack house to check on some people and introduce me. He had to go deal with something and I was left alone for five minutes. I was going to go to the lounge but I bumped into some girl. She had long black hair and brown skin with stunning blue eyes. I said ‘sorry’ but I stuttered and messed it up, this led her to laugh, demand I move and when I didn’t right away she said, ‘Did I stutter?’ then proceeded to shove me out of the way.
Benlyam walked in on that, he wasn’t too pleased. I didn’t know if she knew I was his mate or not, but Benlyam later informed me, with much distaste, that they screwed together once.
He then felt like it was necessary to announce to everyone there that they had no right to talk to me like such, make fun of how I talked or, lay a hand on me. I had to awkwardly stand there, holding my hands. He then took me out and back to his house.
He knew I wasn’t pleased with him saying that but he defended his actions saying it was ‘completely necessary.’
Currently, we were eating dinner that I made. At first, I was very hesitant about cooking for him but he said he wanted me to. He remembered it was something I liked to do.
“Flower, it’s amazing,” he praised as he cut into his meal. I gave a closed-mouth smile and nodded.
“It’s okay,” I responded.
“So self-critical,” Benylam shook his head, “it’s good. I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” I smiled at him and continued eating.
“You know I keep a journal, right?” I asked, taking a sip of water.
Benlyam nodded, “Socorro told me that he gave you one, that was about it. He’s not permitted to speak about what goes on in your sessions, you know?”
“Oh, okay. Do you- um… Do you read it?” I was apprehensive about his answer but he just furrowed his brows at me, shaking his head.
“I respect you and your privacy, so no. I don’t,” he frowned at me.
“Thank you,” I mumbled as I took one last sip of water, picking up the plates and taking them to the sink.
Benlyam got up with me and quickly took them from me. I frowned and he dismissed it.
“You’re not doing the dishes,” he declared as he set them in the sink.
“But Be-”
“No honey,” he finalized as he steered me out of the kitchen and upstairs. “I’m going to finish signing some documents, how about we meet in my room?”
“Okay,” he smiled as he kissed my forehead, parting ways.
I walked into my room, quickly stripping and showering, getting ready. Not because I was super excited to go to him, although I liked his presence very much, but because I was fearful of Chris’s attendance.
Once I brushed my hair and left the bathroom I noticed another note. Another? On the same day? Maybe it was old…