The Mark of an Alpha {Book 1}✔

Twenty Three

At the moment all I want to do is be in the safety of my home.

The rain hits my head hard as I run up to the pack house. I yank the door open and run inside my body shivering as I am wet to the bone. I am surprised to find Andrew standing in the living room staring at me.

"Where were you?" He is angry that much is clear. Andrew narrows his eyes at me as if to scold a child.

"I went for a run," I growl at him, "That's when the storm hit." The footsteps behind me stomp away as the door opens once again and I know it is Hunter.

Andrew's eyes look over him and then widen. Hunter stands behind me and I am instantly relaxed.

You slept with him!

One thing I am thankful is that he did not voice his thoughts out loud but his words do come out loud and clear. There is no way for me to misinterpret them.

Go fuck yourself! Do you think I'm a whøre?

The anger that surges through me is as if some opened the floodgates.

My hand whips across his face.

How dare he!

I have never felt so much anger towards him.

How can he assume that about me?

Do I sleep around?

For his information, I am still a virgin. I did not even give it up to my own damn mate. Maybe that is why it hurt more than it should have when he left.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself next time." I run away before I can do or say anything else. Running into my bedroom I slam my door pressing my back against it.

"What the hell is his problem?" I yell. My entire body aches from the cold I am feeling at least that is what I am going to let myself think. I head to the bathroom and take a hot shower. The heat massages my tight and sore body.

My thoughts drift back to earlier today. How Hunter's wolf was with mine.

He is a playful beast.

A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth.

I put on my father's old hoodie. It is a faded dark gray hoodie and I can easily get lost within it but it keeps me warm and it makes me feel as if he is here with me. Some black sweats and I am dressed to stay in. Stay in the house with that asshole known as my beta.

My bare feet make their way to the door the house is silent with the exception of the rain and the television. I walk down the hall listening hard to see if I can hear Andrew. I do not want to and feel like talking to him at the moment. If I run into him he might see my fist heading straight for his face.

Heading downstairs it seems as if the whole pack took off somewhere. The living room is dark with the only source of light coming from the television someone is sitting on the couch.

Their eyes on me from the second I step off the stairs.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" His golden eyes are full of concern and I give him a weak smile.

He is wearing a pullover sweater and sweats as well but he has socks on. "I'm fine I guess," I shrug. My eyes dart to the kitchen and hold my breath as I try to listen for my beta.

"He left when you went upstairs," Hunter must have sensed me searching for him.

The thunder makes me flinch, "He went out into the storm?"

What a moron!

"Yes, are you scared of storms?" His face shows no emotion. No amusement.