An Hour before Quinneth came home...
"Alpha." One of the pack members say bowing to my mother. "We are all ready for you." She points over to the stage. When anyone who is not an Alpha speaks to one has to bow.
"Ok, thank you." We leave the pack member and walk onto the stage with my dad. This is the first time me and my dad have bern near each other in a while. Like my mom said, I've been keeping myself busy, trying not to think about Quinneth, but it's pretty damn hard. Only known her for a short amount of time, but she clogs my head like a drain.
I've since then had time to calm down and see his side of things. He was right to do what he did, I shouldn't have gotten all mad. Yesterday, I talked with him in his office. Apologizing for the way I acted, told him that I understood. He then proceeded to stare at me for several minutes, hugged me and said, "get back to work, slacker." I did just that.
"Welcome everyone to the night of the wolf moon." He says through the microphone. Everyone in the crowd starts to cheer. "The wolf moon represents our ancestors that howled at it when they were starving from the long winters. They were strong, and survived the harsh winters, which allows us to be here today. We honor them by appreciating the food that the pack members have made, and loving our families." He winks at me, then hands the microphone over to my mother.
"Yes, my husband very much summed up everything. This is no time to be angry, or dwell on small problems, but come as one and celebrate life. Now, let's focus our attention on this pupil who will tell us the story of Selene, the moon goddess." My mother hands the mic to a little girl with a missing tooth in the front and pig-tails. We walk off the stage and take our seats in the front.
Every year one student from the pack elementary school tells the story of the moon goddess and the creation of the lycanthrope. When I was younger, I had to tell the story, now hearing it for the 19th time I know it now word for word.
The little girl adjusts the mic in her hand, which is bigger than her own self, and begins telling the story. "This is the story of Selene, the moon goddess. Born to the parents of Hyperion and Theia. Her parents described her as a loving and adventurous child. She was smart, witty and her brothers and sisters loved her dearly. Selene was not allowed to leave her house without a chaperone, because she was so beautiful someone would try to take their as their own.
"Disobeying her parents, Selene snuck out. While walking in the woods, Selene came across a man. Now, this was not just any man, he was as tall as a tree, big as a mountain and eyes the color of the ocean. From the moment she laid eyes on him it was love at first sight. From dusk to dawn they spent all their time together, walking in the meadow, reading and eating grapes. As their love grew, she wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life being his wife. When she told her parents of this they were outraged, they didn't want her to be some 'Lowman's' wife they wanted her to be a goddess, a queen amongst men and women. Heartbroken, she ran to her room and cried all night.
"The next day she had to go to the Kingdom of Arcadia with her parents for business, still sad from last night she mustered up enough energy to go. Once they arrived, they went inside the castle to be greeted by people and food. Instantly, the room becomes silent and the king walks in. Looking up, Selene's eyes brighten as she sees the man who she was forbidden from her parent to see, he was Lycaon, the King of Arcadia." The little girl cleared her throat and kept going.
"Behind him walks in one of the most powerful gods of all times, Zeus. Lycaon offers Zeus some meat to eat. Zeus happily took the meat, but before eating it, he noticed something was wrong with it, he realized it was human flesh. If Zeus were to have eaten human flesh, he would have lost all his powers and became a werewolf. In anger and betrayal, he makes Lycaon eat the meat, turning him into a werewolf. The whole court was mortified, especially Selene. She fell in love with a cruel and impious king. She was disgusted and angry with herself, she never told anyone or her parents that the man she fell in love with was Lycaon.
"Lycaon ran out the kingdom and was never seen or heard of again. Years went by, and she focused on her work putting Lycaon, a man once thought as good, out of her mind. From her years of hard work, her father, Hyperion offered her the position of being the moon goddess, so happy she took the job. With being the moon goddess, she was able to pick the mates of the werewolves and was the person they worshiped. The whole reason she took the job was to make sure that werewolves had good mates that loved them and were true to them, not like Lycaon was. Right now, she sits up at the moon smiling down on us, happy for what we have made of her creation, thank you." Once the girl finishes up, everyone stands and gives her a round of applause.
My father takes the mic from her hands. "Thank you so much, that story of Selene was well said and beautiful." The little girl bowed and ran offstage to most likely was her mother. "OK you guys let the feast began." Everyone rushes over to the buffet tables to claim their food. One negative thing about being in a pack full of werewolves is that they have the appetite of 10 people, literally not even exaggerating.
While everyone is trying to get all the good food they can from the buffet, I look around for Aren and Christian. I haven't seen them around all day, it's like their avoiding me or something. This morning for breakfast I didn't see them and even for lunch no sign. Still looking around, I spot them by the pack doors talking to each other. I get up from my seat and walk over to them, once they see me coming their eyes dart to each other. What is going on?
"Hey you guys." I say sticking my hands in my pocket. "Good rendition of the moon goddess huh?"
"Yeah, I guess." Aren replies plainly to me while looking at her drink.
"Quite intriguing." Christian chimes in.
I cut the bullshit, "Ok, what is wrong with you guys? I haven't seen you around lately and this conversation is blander than oatmeal." I look at them intently trying to read their faces.
"It's just... Lately you've been a Debbie downer since you haven't been able to see Quinn. Also, you've been working yourself to death." Christian mutters.
Aren looks at me and nods saying she agrees with Christian.
"What?" I say shocked. "I haven't been a Debbie downer, have I?" They both shake their heads erratically.
"Sorry... It's just not being able to see her has made me feel off and kind of down. It'll be better I promise." I look for any signs of life in them.
"You sure?" They both say in unison.
"Positive." Christian tugs me by my neck bringing me in for a hug.
"Good to have our Alex back." Aren punches my shoulder. I wince in pain.
"You know that didn't hurt." She snickers.
"Actually, it did." I rub my shoulder. I felt that punch hit my bone.
I turn around to hear my father talking through the microphone. "If everyone will quiet down, I want to make an announcement. I know that everyone has been going insane since the lockdown was put in place 2 weeks ago. Since the wolf moon is tonight, everyone is happy and it's a beautiful night, the ban is officially lifted. According to Ken, the wolf situation is not a threat anymore." My eyes bugle open as a smile graces my face. All the pack members cheer loudly and start shifting into their wolfs, most likely going for a run.
I turn to Aren and Christian with desperation on my face. "Go on." Christian says.
"Yeah, go see her." Aren smiles at me.
I run towards the woods and shift into my wolf. I feel the cool night wind go through my fur. My feet prancing on the grass. As I run, I look up to the moon and howl, I know that the moon goddess had something to do with it, she always knows when to work her magic.
Once I reach Quinneth's house, I shift back into a human. Going behind one of her trees in her backyard, I grab my backup clothes and put them on. When I was here before, in her backyard, I placed some clothes here because I knew that it would come a moment when I shifted and there would be no clothes for me.
Looking up at her bedroom window, I see it's dark. Actually all the lights are off. She must not be here. Suddenly, I hear laughter coming from the front of her house. Walking off to the side, hiding myself, I look at her. Oh, crap I forgot she had homecoming tonight, I would have loved to take her to that. She looked absolute beautiful; her dress hugged every single curve just right, her legs look elongated from those platform heels. She's talking to some guy, I can't make out his face, she gives him a hug.
He gets into, what looks to be a limousine, and drives off. She stands and waves until they leave, in her tracks her eyes look up to the moon admiring it. In his moment, she has never looked more beautiful, just peaceful and calm. Turning away from the moon, she walks to her front door.
I really need to see her. I can't go to the front door because she'll know I came through her backyard and was spying on her, so I do the only logical thing and go through her balcony door. Using my super strength, I climb up her house until I'm on her balcony. My hands rest firmly on the knobs, the door opens up easily, she should lock this next time anybody could sneak up here, like me.
Once I step foot in the room, I accidently crash into her painting easel. "Shit." I whisper to myself. While getting myself together, she bursts into the room with a baseball bat screaming. Once she sees it's me, the baseball bat drops to the floor and she just stares at me. She croaks out one word. One word I've been longing to hear her say.
"Alexander."
Quinneths POV-
I stand in the middle of my room shocked by what I see. It's late at night, a big red stain in the middle of my dress, and Alexander's in the middle of my room. I never thought I would see him again, guess I thought wrong. Before I'm able to utter words out of my mouth, he speaks first.
"Who was that guy you hugged outside?" He asked looking over my balcony. Wait, was he spying on me out there? He did go through my balcony doors so that means he must have come through my backyard, because I would have seen him outside. Also, who was he to question me? He's the one who disappeared for almost two weeks.
"What are you doing in my house?" I ask putting my hands on my hips.
"I asked my question first." He turns around with a scowl on his face. He really has some nerve walking in here demanding me to answer his questions.
"My question automatically trumps yours this is my turf." I say angrily.
"I came to see you." His eyes scan over my face. The last time he looked at me like that was when we made out on my couch.
I throw him a dirty look as I turn away from him. "Oh really? Well, your two weeks too late."
"I know." I can feel his eyes burn in my back. "I missed you."
I swiftly turn around, heat surges throughout my body. "You miss me!?Missed me enough to break into my house. You do know that this is breaking and entering right? A crime that could land you in jail." I point over to my door and the easel that he ran into.
"Mostly entering I didn't break anything." He smirks.
"It doesn't matter. It's still breaking and entering. So, are you going to tell me the reason you were gone for almost two weeks? The reason you didn't return any of my calls nor texts?" I cross my arms while waiting for him to explain himself.
He turns his eyes away from mine to his shoes. If I'm seeing this correctly, he's nervous. "I can't tell you." I let out a sigh and roll my eyes.
"Unbelievable. You came all the way here because you missed me so much that you were able to ignore me for two weeks. Then you come back and can't tell me where you were."
"If I could I would." He walks up to me and grabs my hands with his. I can feel his warmth migrate in my now shaky hands. How I longed to be able to hold him again. Just to be near him, I hate how weak I am around him. "You just have to know the reason I was away was a good one." I look at him suspiciously, he isn't lying I can feel it. Still, I need to know where he actually was, for clarity.
Maybe he was with another girl. "Just FYI I wasn't with another girl." He says reassuring me. That's nice to know. I mean, he isn't my boyfriend or anything, but it would hurt me to see him with another girl. Touching her, kissing her. Hell, the thought of it just makes me want to vomit.
I pull my hands away from him while pacing across the floor. "That's not a good enough excuse. You know what? You're just another typical guy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I can tell from his manor that he's mad.
"I mean that your just another typical guy." I say, repeating myself. "You find an innocent girl like myself and charm them with your...charm. Then she's so dumb that she falls for you and your dazzling smile. As the days go by, she falls harder and harder, then the guy goes and have his way with the girl. Lastly, once he gets what he wants, he disappears and may or may not come back. In this case you actually came back." I let out a breath that has been held in my throat and plop down on my bed. Looking up at him, his face is filled with guilt and a mix of anger.
"Quinneth no." He interjects.
"Just stop with the charade, ok. Other than Myers, you're the second guy to show some interest in me. Admit it Alexander you used me, and I'm dumb enough to fall for it."
Suddenly, I feel myself being snatched up from my bed and shoved into a muscular chest.
Alexander holds my head in his hands facing me up to him. Since he's so tall, I have to crane my neck, I'll totally be having neck cramps tonight.
"Is that what you think of me? A flake, someone that would use you. If you find that to be true then you really must be dumb. You don't know how crazy I've been going in my mind without being with you." He suddenly stops talking, his hands clench on my face ever so delicately. I can feel tingles from his hands escalate through my body. His smell is intoxicating, it's a mix of pine and a natural manly smell. Whatever he's going to say it looks like it's eating him alive.
"I'm madly in love you." My eyes widen by what he just said. Is he sure? We've only kissed twice and hung out maybe 6 times. "I know that it's early, but when I'm around you I feel a sense of euphoria and I know you feel it to. I love it when you get nervous you fumble with your fingers, or when you rant your eye does that twitching thing and those darn short skirts, they'll be the death of me." His eyes gloss over, like he's remembering the moments. "I would never in my life use you, I need you to understand that. Do you understand that?" He asked slightly shaking my head, I give him a nod.
"That's very passionate of you, but my question still stands, where were you?" My words come out soft, I'm surprised he could hear me.
"I can't tell you." I scoff and push his hands away from me.
"Then that whole confessing your love for me is kind of redundant don't you think. You can't have the confidence to say you love me and then keep secrets from me. Get out."
"What?" He says in disbelief. I didn't know where I was going with this, but I was on a role and wasn't about to stop.
"You heard me, I want you not only out of my house, but out of my life. I cared for you, like deeply." My voice starts to crack. "I let you touch me Alexander, touch me in places that no one has before. Kiss me in- it doesn't matter- then you just leave me, alone, not knowing where you were. At one point, I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere like that guy on Dateline." I stroke my hands through my hair in frustration.
"I understand Quin-." I hold my hand up, not letting him finish his sentence.
"NO." I scream at him; fright succumbs to his face. "You don't understand what it's like to care for someone and not know where they're at. I want you out." Tears stream down my face, I didn't think I would cry but yet again I thought wrong.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I know he was hoping that I would say no and change my mind, but I will stick by my word. I usually don't, but this time I will.
"Positive." I turn away from him trying to dry my face. "I- I don't have time for liars." He slowly walks up to me, bringing my face in his hands yet again.
His lips plant a sensual kiss on my cheek, kissing the salty tear that glides down my face. Once his lips leave my cheek, they go to my ear. "You look marvelous tonight." He whispers. I turn away from him, not wanting to see him go. "Bye Quinneth." A gush of wind leaves behind Alexander, pushing my hair in my face.
What did I just do? Get rid of the one person that really loved me, in that kind of way. It was difficult to do, but I just had to say it, you know. I swiftly turn around hoping he would still be here or came back, he was gone. Almost like he was never here, vanished from his very earth.
I walk onto my balcony and lean against the doors. I hug my body trying to console myself, it doesn't work. Sitting down on my balcony, the cold air makes the hairs on my arms stand up. What just happened?
Alexander's P.O.V.-
I walk hastily onto the pack; my hands ball up in a fist as the blood in my body boils.
I can't believe she just... Dismissed me like that. I understand why she doesn't want to see me again, I wouldn't want to see me again either if I was ignored for two weeks. In all fairness, I didn't ignore her on purpose it was the stupid ban.
If I would have told her where I was, I would have had to tell her who I was, which is a werewolf. Giving up my identity would have been also giving up my family and friends identity, which I wouldn't do. I so much wanted to let her know, when I stopped talking, I was originally going to come out and tell her I was a werewolf, but instead I told her that I loved her. Honestly, I never thought I would tell her that, but something overcame me.
Riddled with frustration, I lay down on the grass and look up at the stars. It must be so simple to be a star, the only thing you have to do is glow. This is so complicated. While just lying on the grass, existing, I hear footsteps coming near me.
"I can feel your anger. It's practically suffocating me." I hear Skipper say behind me. Sitting up, her black wavy hair sloshes against my shoulder as she sits down next to me.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." She gives me a side smile while shrugging me off.
"It's fine, I needed to get out the house anyways Christian is on the phone with Luci." She rolls her eyes in disgust. Helena, also known as Skipper, is Christian's little sister. She's more mature and tolerable than Aora, her counterpart. "Why are you angry?"
"It's just... Work stuff." I say lying to her.
"You know I can feel emotions right, so I know when you lie to me like right now." Her eyebrow lifts up. Did I forget to mention Skipper can read emotions? No one can lie to her or deny their feeling because she'll know. "I'm going to let you try again in telling me the truth." She tucks her black locks behind her ear, waiting for me to talk.
"I found my mate." I mutter, but her being a werewolf she heard me clearly.
"Oh my god this is thrilling news. Is she here at the pack? Don't tell me she's from Luxor or Almeeria? I bet she's from Luxor you guys will have cute babies with white hair." Excitement escapes her lips.
"No Skip she's a human." Her smiles fades away from her lips and a plain look forms on her face.
"A human? An Alpha hasn't been mated with a human in ages. This is... interesting. So, I'm guessing the reason you guys fought is because you couldn't tell her you were a werewolf."
"Exactly. I so very much wanted her to know who I am, but it would only put her and us in danger. I can't risk that." My hands come to my face rubbing it in agony. "What to do, what to do."
"I can feel that you have hope, that you know this isn't the end but yet you act like it is." Sometimes her gift can be really annoying.
"That's really annoying you know that?" I tell her. Her green braces glisten in the moonlight as she laughs.
"I know. She will forgive you Alexander she's your mate." I shake my head erratically disagreeing with her.
"No, not this time you didn't see the look on her face. It was decorated with despair, anger, sorrow and betrayal. I don't think she'll forgive me." We spend the rest of the night just talking and staring up at the sky. Skipper is the best person to talk to, because you can't hide your emotions around her so your forced to confess. Which is nice, sometimes.
One question sits on my mind throughout the night, Why does love hurt so much?
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