Big Bad Alphas novel Chapter 13

Slipping into the bedroom, I sneak over to my side of the bed once I spot Eric still asleep. The pillow wall has been torn down, as his arm is laying across the ruins. Sighing, I climb on the bed and start to reconstruct the divider, but Eric grabs onto me and surprisingly pulls me over to him, holding me snugly against his body. With my eyes wide open, I make no sudden movements.

I lay frozen in his arms, and soon enough I realized that he is thankfully sleeping despite what just happened. My mouth is hanging open, and my limbs do not know what to do. His scent invades my nose, causing me to relax on instinct.

My eyes begin to drift closed even though I am mentally fighting to keep them open. Darkness consumes me, and I have never felt more comfortable in my life as if the bed has suddenly transformed into a cloud on a breezy day.

Just as I begin to feel myself slipping away, Eric's unexpected array of movements causes my eyes to fly open. He shoots from the bed, and I turn to find him leaning against the wall with his head in his hands. "Your neck," he murmurs lowly.

Promptly, I sit up and try to think of what to say, how to explain what happened. "It is really, I don't think—"

"I can't believe I've done this," he mutters and comes to my side. "Are you in pain? Does it hurt?"

Utterly confused, I wipe my mind of all current thoughts. "Wait, you can't believe you did what?"

"Your neck, the marks—"

"You think that you did this?" I gape while pointing at the now darkening blemishes.

"Well, who else could have? You were with me the entire night. God, Isabella, you do not know how terrible I feel about this," he tells me while I can see the self-hate clear on his face. Eric believes that he's the one that hurt me.

"No, no, no, no," I say frantically, "you didn't do this."

He peers into my eyes, prompting my heart to jolt. "Then how did you get the marks?"

My gaze floats to the side. "Well, Olivia."

"Olivia?" He repeats. "When did this even happen?"

"Around three in the morning maybe," I shyly admit. "I realize that I have a lot of explaining to do for this all to make sense, so it all began because I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get Kendra off my mind, and I just had to see her. Then I stupidly decided to pack up some things in the middle of the night, so I could take a quick trip home."

Eric's mouth hangs slightly open, making him look more human rather than his usual hard stares. "And you planned to leave without telling me?"

"Well, you see, I did leave without telling you, and I do know how bad this all sounds. Obviously, I wasn't thinking clearly—and to be honest, I'm probably not thinking clearly now—but I left with a little bag and began to head South off of pack land—"