Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 29

  Hehehe.

  That was fun.

  And terrible.

  But mostly fun!

  . . . Not really, it was pretty unbearable.

The way his scent felt all over me and in my nose and lungs was heaven.

What I didn't like was what it did to my head. It made me feel out of control. I'm no stranger to the feeling, but the consequences are the opposite of heavenly.

  When he took off that d@mn shirt of his, my lungs felt like they do when I see a needle or. . . Never mind. They felt like they were closing in on me, and my heart was beating tens of beats per minute.

  All my instincts were telling me to take a bite.

  A loonnggg, delicious bite.

  But if I expect him to show restraint, I have to too.

  But now I'm in some room in their pack house. I don't quite know why I chose this one to run to. It's on the third floor and pretty deep within the house.

  All I know, is that it smells like him.

And is covered in pictures of him.

So it's probably his room.

Great place to hide from him, right?

Definitely not, but that didn't stop me from slowly running my fingers along the desk. Or taking one of the pillows and holding it to my chest.

I took in a long, deep breath and the smell of guy's shampoo and him flooded my senses.

I should really get out of here.

Oh look, pictures. Fun.

I walked over to the full body mirror with pictures taped all over the perimeter, pillow in hand.

Where to start?

My eyes were drawn to one of him, Happy, and some other guy at a lake. They were all wearing swim trunks and no shirt.

I think I'm developing an obsession with his chest.

But his arms are so nice too!

But those abs!

Apparently the obsession is with his entire upper body. Good to know.

It might even compete with his eyes or smile.

But I digress. My eyes kept skimming around the mirror and it seemed that in every single one of the pictures he was smiling.

Smiling a beautiful and dangerous smile.

It's only dangerous to me really, but that doesn't take away its merit.

. . . It's a smile that hasn't been directed at me since. . . Ever. He hasn't smiled at me once. Only smirks and vexing grins have been sent my way.

And it f**king hurts.

  So much.

Why does it hurt so much? And why does it only hurt sometimes?

. . . I guess the same reason all the bad memories only hurt sometimes.

But when they do they hurt like a b***h.

Makes sense.

F**k, now I'm crying.

And cussing. Telltale sign I'm f**king sad.

I tore my eyes away from the mirror covered in something I may never experience, someone I might never meet, and walked right into another picture of a happy Wolfie. But this one was framed.

And with a girl.

I realized I've had a sad smile on my face throughout this whole ordeal, because it dropped a centimeter. And so fallowed a small tear.

I guess looking at my beautiful mate and his heart stopping smile is something to grin about. And the fact I'll never have him is certainly something to cry about.

I stared at the picture.

They are in the woods, probably the ones right outside this pack, and she's on his back giving him a kiss on the temple. His smile is more radiant than I'm sure the camera could capture.

Another tear.

I don't know if the tears are because of this picture or their just the build up of moisture in my eyes overflowing from this whole experience.

The picture may have just tipped the scale.

Yes, I think that's what happened.

Though, the sad smile's still on my face.

"That's his cousin."

"Holy crap!"

I tried to throw the picture back to its rightful place on the desk, but it only ended up tumbling down. I caught it before it could hit the ground and fumbled to get it standing.

I made my first glance towards the intruder and found the luna. Wolfie's mom.

I let out a nervous laugh, "Wow, I didn't. . . I didn't even hear you." I stuttered.  Why am I panting and why is my heart beating so fast? "Which is. . . Weird," I furrowed my brow. I don't just not hear things. I didn't smell or feel her either.

  "Um, how long have you been standing there?" I asked, my toe digging into the ground.

  "Since you smelled the pillow."

"Oh."

. . .Well. . . She saw everything.

  That's embarrassing.

  ". . . Um," I dropped the pillow back on the bed.

  She chuckled.

  What does that mean? She just found the one who just kicked her son's @ss in his room.

  Laughing doesn't seem like a fitting reaction.

  I suddenly remembered why I was alerted of her presence in the fist place.

  "Who's his cousin?" I tilted my head. We're the only ones in here.

  She nodded her head to the picture as she came deeper into the room. "The girl in the picture," she smiled.

  "Oh. . ."

  Thank the goddess! HA! IM the only girl for him, d@mnit!

  The luna came closer. I eyed her and watched as she fixed the pillow on his bed and redirected her attention back to me.

  "So," she said seriously, "what were you doing in here? Poisoning my son's pillow with some vampire voodoo?"

  My eyes bulged, "U-um. . . Um."

  NO!

  Why can't I just say that?!

  I'm freakin out!

  She burst into laughter, "I'm kidding with you dear," she watched me warmly.

  I sighed in relief.

  She giggled at that.

  "Of course you'd come here," she smiled, looking around, "It's covered in his scent."

  I nodded and followed her gaze. I've already fallen in love with this room.

  I guess it makes sense why Wolfie picked my room to sleep in back in my house then. I don't even think he knows it was mine.

  I looked back at the luna and found her staring at me.