Page 46 of Alpha
“How about we start with why you slapped me?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly to the side.
The answer was going to anger him. I knew he wasn’t going to be happy that I’d hidden the fact that I knew he was my mate from him. I took a deep breath and released it.
“I was jealous,” I admitted as I held his gaze. His self-assured smile widened.
“Jealous?” he asked. He was so enjoying this.
I narrowed my eyes.
“I didn’t want some other girl with her hands all over mymate,”
The smirk disappeared and his forehead creased.
“You knew I was your mate? How?” he asked in a calm voice. It was way too calm, if you asked me. I kept watching him, waiting for him to explode with anger, but he remained calm. Then I noticed his hands had tightened at his sides. He wasn’t calm at all.
I stood up and showed him the birthmark on my hip. He walked over to me and his fingers traced over the two teardrops.
“You saw mine when you came to my room to get pain pills,” he murmured more to himself than to me. I sat back down on the sofa as he took a step backward.
It was like the silence before the storm.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as he crossed his arms. His voice remained calm, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.
“I wanted a chance to get used to the idea,” I explained. He might not like the answer, but it was the truth.
“How long were you planning on keeping it to yourself?” he asked softly as his jaw tensed.
“A couple of days,” I answered.
“Why a couple of days?” he questioned, looking a little perplexed.
“Blake saw it. He told me I had two days to tell you and if I didn’t, he would.”
“Blake knew you were my mate!” he exploded. The storm had hit.
“He saw my birthmark,” I tried to explain as I stood up, but I didn’t take a step closer to him. He was furious. Normally, I didn’t feel intimated by him, but it was hard to hold my ground when I could feel the anger emanating from him.
“He saw your birthmark,” he repeated in a deadly tone as I watched him try and control the anger flowing through him. “How did he see it?”
He closed his eyes for a moment; it was like he was convinced the answer was going to upset him even more. I gave him a confused look and then I realized why he’d asked the question.
“He saw it yesterday morning when I was reaching for cereal,” I explained to him, a bit of exasperation creeping into my voice. Trust him to jump to the conclusion that Blake and I’d been getting better acquainted, and that’s how he saw it.
I was the virgin, he was the alpha of a pack with all the girls falling left, right and center for him. And he had the audacity to get angry because he thought I was fooling around with Blake?
“So you and he didn’t…” he said, unable to say the words. His anger began to disappear as he realized he’d overreacted.
“No, I’m not like you,” I stated as I crossed my arms and glared at him.
“How are you not like me?” he asked, not sure what I was getting at.
“Not even an hour ago you were getting mauled by another girl,” I said, trying to contain the jealously that I felt as I remembered how he’d enjoyed the attention. “And if I hadn’t slapped you, you’d probably be screwing her already.”
“I thought you had a thing for Blake,” he tried to explain as he held the back of his neck. “You spent most of yesterday treating me like a leper.”
“I don’t have thing for Blake, I was just trying to make sure I didn’t touch you by mistake.”
He was silent for a few moments and then he let out a sigh.
