Page 8 of My Possessive Alpha

Letting go of a breath, I made my way over to the couch and grabbed one of the blankets, making myself at home for the time being. The cushions shifted under my weight as I settled in, resting my arms behind my head as I stared at the wood beams above me.

As much as I wanted to better understand Lydia’s situation and what was going on, I knew it would have to wait. I had even more questions, as the crumbs of her explanation did very little to quell my interest and curiosity.

But given the opportunity to maul it over, my mind went right back to her response.

Fleeing her alpha reduced her to that exhausted state, and in her vulnerability, I found her naked and curled up in the grass. The very alpha her parents left our pack for and ruined the tight-knit friendship between Lydia and Zoe.

Thinking about what he could’ve done to scare her off like that made my blood boil. That rise in anger made my skin run hot as I clenched my fists to keep it down.

Her parents had been brainwashed into his pack—there was no doubting that. Even with my limited knowledge of what happened at the time, I could tell that much. From my understanding, they did the same thing to Lydia.

Their sudden decision to defect before switching packs caused a rift between our parents, and because of it, she and Zoe didn’t see each other after that. That was why I never saw her again, either.

At the time, it took me a while to realize how much her presence had been missed. Aside from Zoe’s obvious sulking that went on for quite some time, I was too engrossed in my own life to notice.

In hindsight, there was a loneliness left behind in her wake, and even if I’d never admit it at the time, something in me suffered from not feeling her tentative gaze on me whenever I was near or when she’d blush every time I caught her sneaking glances at me.

I could hardly swallow how visceral her reaction to me had been. That fear and anger seemed so unfounded, and I didn’t know where to begin tackling it.

While I didn’t want to antagonize her parents, I had the sinking feeling it had something to do with them. At one time, she would’ve willingly been wrapped around my finger, but it seemed that easiness was long gone, and I was left to wonder what caused her change of heart.

I always knew there was something off about Jack, but without any proof before, I couldn’t accuse him of anything. However, it seemed my instincts had the chance of being vindicated after all.

If only I could get Lydia to open up to me fully. Maybe then I’d have a better reason to dislike the guy.

Chapter 5 - Lydia

Sunlight warmed the blankets as I remained in bed, blinking through the remnants of sleep as everything from the night before came rushing back to me.

As if it were happening all over again, anxiety swirled within my stomach at the thought of meeting with Jack, followed by running so hard I thought my heart would give out and collapse behind that bar, surrounded by strange men I didn’t know.

To cap it all off, Sebastian, the man my parents warned me about, swooped in and took me away.

A part of me felt like I should thank him for literally saving my skin, but I didn’t want to give in just like that.

As scary as it was to be surrounded by those creeps the night before, I found myself still on the fence about my apparent rescuer. Even though he helped me, I couldn’t trust him yet. Regardless of him offering me a place to rest, it didn’t mean he was off the hook for everything my parents told me.

I had no way of knowing if I was just moving from one bad situation to another, and that thought didn’t sit well with me, regardless of our history.

Letting go of a steadying breath, I pushed myself up and noticed how much better my muscles felt after having the night to recover. As it turned out, running away was taxing on the body, and getting the chance to do a complete heal made all the difference.

In the corner of my eye, I saw a small pile of clothes on the other side of the bed, neatly folded for me.

With a glance down, the reminder of my nudeness hit me again, and I was immediately tempted by the prospect of beingfully clothed again. Glancing over at the clothes again, I reached for them, inspecting the grey zip hoodie and black yoga pants. They looked comfortable enough.

After getting dressed, I did not enjoy being in the bedroom any longer, and I eventually made my way out.

I took tentative steps across the hardwood floor, taking in my surroundings better than I had the night before. It was nice—almost too nice. It made me wonder if Sebastian really had followed through with his plan to become alpha through any means necessary and if that came with the benefit of being incredibly wealthy.

From what I could remember, his family didn’t live extravagantly, so there was no way he inherited it. It made me curious, but not enough to ask.

Looking around the corner, I found Sebastian standing by the stove, shirtless, with relaxed sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he moved something around in the frying pan.

The sight of his back alone was enough to remind me of how gorgeous he had always been—and how that quality about him seemed even more pronounced than before. The pure muscle he possessed came as no surprise, but it didn’t stop my insides from doing a flip.

He whistled quietly to himself, occupied by the cooking food.

My stomach growled at the smell as I slowly entered the room, debating whether I should make my presence known or just make a run for it. As good as complete freedom sounded, that nearly painful hunger made up my mind for me.

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