Chasing the rejected Luna

12: Heated conversation

Sophia.

I turned slowly to look at Alexander and found a smile on his face telling me it was all a joke. But his face was dead serious. The room had gone quiet because of Alexander's voice.

I felt his hand at the small of my back, urging me. His grip was firm but soft. I swallowed hard and turned fully to him. All eyes were on us wondering what was going on. Wasn't Dianne his soon-to-be Luna? Then why is he taking the side of someone who killed his best friend? This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I could see the question on everyone's faces. I couldn't blame them. I would have been in their shoes if it weren't that I was the one who caused the confusion.

"I can't do that. Besides I'm fine," I said in a small voice but knew he caught on to it. He didn't say anything further but dragged me away from the room.

Before leaving the room, I saw real hatred on Dianne's face. It wasn't something that I could do about it. We came to stand in front of Alexander's room and he threw me inside and locked the door

with a click. I stumbled on my feet and fell on the floor, my head almost connecting with the foot of the bed.

My heart was beating fast in my chest. Alexander was mad at me this time around. And when I turned around, I met him by the door, his hands across his chest, giving me a death stare.

"You better start talking. What was that about?" he asked in a dangerously low tone and I gulped, sitting up from my position. My face was mostly healed but the glass shard on my temple was still bleeding and I took up my hands, removing it from my face. I bit my lips to stifle the sound of pain.

It was painful but I bore it for fear of angering Alexander more.

"I couldn't do what you asked. Dianne would have come back for more. She would have made sure I regretted the day I was born," I said slowly and hugged my legs. Alexander didn't say any more words and walked up to me. He squatted by my level and I closed my eyes, waiting for the hit I expected from him but it didn't come.

Instead, he scooped me up in his arms and I resisted the urge to inhale all of him. The familiar tingles ran down my spine, making me curl my toes in pleasure.

I was surprised by his actions. Did he really want me back? Everything he did, hinted at that. But it was hard believing it. Maybe it was just his way of getting back at me for killing Rudolph.

I went over it multiple times in my head; for him to get close to me, and eventually leave me. That would be the worst form of revenge. And I doubted I would be able to take it. I had had enough torture my entire life.

He dropped me on the sink and I became so self-conscious of myself. I watched him while he rummaged through the sink of the bathroom, giving me a nice view of his nice ass. I mentally slapped myself for thinking about that then.

He came over to me with a first aid kit. It wasn't needed. I tried to open my mouth to tell him that but the look on his face made me swallow my words. I looked everywhere but him when he sat at my side and took my face in his hand, inspecting it.

As much as I tried to tell myself this was some form of joke he was playing on me, I couldn't. My heart beat fast for him. And I was tired of it. If he was out for revenge, he should just let me know.

"Why do you care about me?" I asked him when he dabbed a cotton wool on the area of my face where it was bleeding. He ignored my question and kept on dabbing on it with a straight face.

I turned my face away from him and his hand hit my cheeks instead.

"Why?" I asked for the second time and he finally looked into my eyes. The rage was still there but not as much as the time we stepped into the room.

"Because you're my mate," he said to me and took my face in his hands once more. I turned my face away from him and shifted from him. He was more concerned about my face when I feared more damage would be done to my delicate heart.

I didn't trust him yet. Not after the hatred I saw in his eyes when he rejected me. No one could change that much within a short time. There was an ulterior motive. And I would be damned if I sat around while he played with me like I was some kind of ball.

He threw the ball of cotton wool on the floor while his jaw twitched violently. His gaze was hard and pierced my soul. But I refused to let my eyes off him.

As much as I hated the glare he threw my way, I loved how he looked so deeply into my eyes as if he could read my soul and all the memories buried within.

"What do you want to hear? That I am giving you a second chance as my Luna even if you killed my best friend?" He began to say while I shook my head at him. My heart hurt terribly at the fact that he still thought I killed his best friend.

"I didn't kill him and you know it. Everyone knows it but why are you all denying it?!" I asked him and clenched my dress. I couldn't see beyond his eyes because of the tears that gathered in my eyes.

"I'm not going over this with you again. You had the chance to show everyone what a great Luna you would have been but you didn't. Instead, you foolishly disobeyed me in front of everyone!" He barked and stood up at once, running a hand through his hair.

I looked up at him, aghast. He thought I was foolish? He knew very well what Dianne was capable of doing.

"If this is how you plan to make me your Luna, then I'm afraid it wouldn't work," I said to him and looked at the ball of cotton on the floor near my feet. I was jealous of it. At least it didn't have to go through much pain each day.

"What do you mean?" Alexander turned around and looked at me.

"I mean exactly what I said. I won't be with someone who doesn't trust me or believe what I say."

"Then who would you rather be with? Ryven?" He scoffed and walked closer to me. He came down to my level and took my face harshly in his hands. "It will never work. If I have to lock you up in the dungeon to have you here, so be it," he smiled and a chill ran down my spine at the promise his words held.

"You wouldn't do that. Your wolf will never allow you," I swallowed, trying to feign like his words didn't affect me. He laughed in my face. He looked like the Alexander I know. And not the one I have seen for the past few days.

It made me remember who I was. And who I was dealing with. I was dealing with my second nightmare. Alexander was a man of few words whose words carried the weight of the whole pack. His words meant what he intended them to mean.

"Funny how we are on the same page on this," he said and stood and I released a shaky breath I didn't know I had been holding.

I swallowed and stood up, holding the wall of the bathroom to keep my legs from failing underneath me.

"I won't let you do that to me. I have a right to choose who I want to be with. If you hate me, then let me go. I can see the struggles you have with yourself about me," I said looking at his back which flexed under his tight black shirt. "I don't care about you and you don't care about me either. So let's just end this with a simple goodbye and go our different ways."

"Never!" He turned to face me, his eyes the color of his wolf. "I would never do that. You belong to me and you will stay here with me whether you like it or not!"

"Alpha Ryven would never do this. He cares about me in more ways than I can count. Why don't you just let me go to him?" I cried and flicked my hair behind my shoulders.

Alexander stalked towards me. And I backed away until I felt the wall of the bathtub behind me. He tilted my head up so I was directly staring into his eyes.

"You smell of him. I wanted to let it slide but I won't tolerate you comparing me to him," he stared deeply into my eyes. "Now tell me sunshine, why do you smell of him?" He smiled but his eyes held nothing of the warmth that was on his face.

I tried to look elsewhere, to tilt my head but he had an iron grip on my jaw. I was sure I would have a bruise from his touch.

"He asked me to have coffee with him," I said and hoped he would free me but he didn't. It only made the look on his face scarier.

"And what did you talk to him about?" He asked with a cold smirk.

"He asked me about my life in the pack but your father came in," I said and he released me. I massaged the place his hand was on and found it to be quite painful.

"My father?" He asked me, the smirk on his face gone, to be replaced with inquisitiveness. I knew but it was no business of his what I talked about with his father or Alpha Ryven but I suddenly remembered what his father said.

"Yes. And they talked about Alpha Ryven offering you something. I feel like it has something to do with me right?" I asked with my heart in my mouth. The topic I was broaching was one meant for Alphas. But Alexander's demeanor changed instantly when the question was asked.

He turned away from me and ran a hand through his hair. I had a sick feeling I was right as my heart hammered away, fearing for his answer.

"Alexander, please tell me I'm wrong," I said to him. I watched him as he turned around with a guilt- filled face.