Page 14 of Rise of the Alpha

“Bish, please. You’re my girl. Chicks before dicks,” comes from her with a wink as she steps inside the room.

“Aww, I feel so loved,” I tell her, placing my hand over my heart in fake adoration.

“You are,” Wylla says so softly, if not for my wolf's hearing, I never would have heard it.

This woman has me so confused with her comments. It’s bad enough I don’t even know how to process what I’m feeling for all these people I’ve met today. Fuck, is it possible to be drawn to different people, so intensely you want all of them with every fiber of your being?

I close the door behind me as I step inside the room. Turning around, I catch Wylla mid-change. Her bare back is to me. Her shorts drop to the floor as she stands there in her fuschia-colored thong. She has her juicy ass on full display for me. I bite down on my lip, needing to hold back the groan that wants to escape my mouth.

She turns around as she slips her nightgown over her head, exposing her rose-colored nipples that had been covered by her clothing. After a minute I look up and catch her staring at me with curiosity filling her eyes.Fuck, did she catch me staring? Is she upset about it? Does she hate me? She’s gonna want a new roommate.

So many thoughts are racing through my mind that I can’t focus on one long enough to plan an answer.

“Magz, are you okay? Is the shit that happened earlier still bothering you?”

“Umm…” I stammer out, not sure what to say or how she’ll react.

“No! Stop right da fuck there,” she orders, stomping her foot on the ground before making her way over to me, taking my hand in hers, leading me over to her bed, and sitting me down.

Fuck, her hands are so fucking soft, and when she touches me, I swear it feels like a heat wave rolling across my skin.

“Now spill it, or I’m gonna make you.”

“Fuck, I don’t even know how to start. It’s just that everything has been so much. New place, new people. Meeting that wolf who says he’s my mate, and as much as I hate it, my wolf felt the pull to him and he’s so fucking hot. Then there’s this mystery guy I ran into by the bathroom and there’s a pull to him. Then, when I was dancing with you and the hot guy upstairs, all I could think about was being between the two of you as we made out. Fuck, how can I be attracted to you and them? And now all I’m worried about is how this is going to affect us.” Looking over at Wylla, I see her frozen with a blank expression on her face.

“You were worried about how this would affect me and you. You’re attracted to me and them?” Her voice is husky as she speaks and scoots closer to me.

The impact of her question comes barreling into me like a wrecking ball. See, this is what I get for opening my mouth when I’m so emotionally overwhelmed.

“Oh my goddess, Wylla. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have word vomited that out to you. It’s just I know you don’t feel the same way. I heard how you were talking about Jude and the way you two were tonight; I could tell there's tension between the two of you.” She just stares at me. Nothing, not a word or even a noise comes out of her. Fuck, I’ve ruined this friendship before it flourished.

She scoots even closer to me, our thighs now grazing each other as she angles her body toward me. She reaches up, takes the strands of hair that have fallen into my face, and pushes them behind my ear before placing her hand on the side of my head, pulling me into her as she places her lips on mine and kisses me softly. Her tongue dances along the seam of my lips, begging for me to open them, which I do. She deepens the kiss as her tongue caresses mine.

My hand instinctively moves up, cradling the side of her face as we continue to kiss like we are starved for each other until she slowly pulls away. She moves her hand down the side of my face so that she can glide the pad of her thumb over my lips.

“Does that feel like I don’t feel the same? I’ve been attracted to you since the moment you stepped into this room.”

I’m awestruck. She leans back into me, wrapping her arms around me as she gives me a passionate kiss. My arms go around her, and we fall back onto the bed. I can’t get over how amazing she feels in my arms and how great she tastes.

I’m so lost in her mango scent. My legs wrap around her as she moves on top of me in between my thighs. Her hand moves down, cupping my tit, and I’m immediately rocketed back to reality and what’s happening between us.

I push her away and jump up from the bed. Hurt is written all over Wylla’s face at my abrupt change in behavior, and my heart and my wolf both want me to run back to her. But I fight them both. This can’t go further. My father would never approve of it.Gosh dammit, I need to shake this daddy won’t like it shit.

“I’m so sorry, Wylla. I shouldn’t have. I need to go run.” It’s all I can manage to get out before I turn, running across the room to the door, grabbing the handle, and rushing out. Never once looking back because the hurt I saw on her face at my rejection will be forever etched in my memory.

I race past the elevator, straight for the stairs, and rush down them. The only thought running through my mind is how my stupid emotions have fucked up everything. Pushing open the door, I run into the night, straight to the woods. Tossing my head over my shoulder, I look back, but no one follows, and I’m struck with both happiness and sadness for it. I make my way deeper into the woods until I find a tree with an opening in the trunk's bottom small enough to hide my clothes that I was still wearing from the party tonight before I shift, allowing my wolf to take over.

We run for hours as I replay all the events that happened since I left home this morning over and over in my head. My wolf whines for me to quit being a bitch and shut up. Begging to be with her mates, and hoping that what my father doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Mates! What the hell is this crazy wolf of mine talking about? We have one mate. One that we can’t even be with as it breaks all our pack rules.

My wolf runs until she is exhausted, finally finding a large pile of leaves by the base of a tree and curling up in them. We lay there, exhausted as sleep overtakes us, and I dream of the three men I’ve met here and my gorgeous roommate.

Waking with the bright sun beaming down on me, I realize I’m still in my wolf form. I know I need to get back to my room and deal with the fallout from last night. My wolf, the fucking bitch, is perfectly content to lie here in the pile of leaves and bask in the sun's warmth. She never cared for the pack rules and longed to be free of them, so she sees this as the perfect opportunity to do it.

“We need to head back now!”I command her.

“To be with mates?”

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