The Millennium Wolves novel Chapter 2

Sienna

As soon as I sent the last text, I burrowed myself deeper under his covers. I hadn’t intended on ending up here, in his bed, but after I finished the painting… I just started wandering

It felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, the urge inside me to find him, to keep him next to me So I sent the goddamn text. And now I was in his room, in his bed, because that was the closest I could get to him right now.

What is happening to me?

I was sending passive-aggressive texts. I was fantasizing about cuddling. I’d become the kind of girl I swore I’d never be—the kind that depends on a guy. The truth of that realization made the tears start falling. Great. I‘m even more of a cliche now.

I was flipping the pillow over, trying to give myself a fresh start and calm down a little, when the bedroom door flew open. I hadn’t heard a car pull into the driveway. I hadn’t heard the front door open or close. But it didn’t matter. Aiden was here.

He growled, and the sound sent shivers down my spine. His hazel eyes were on me, I could feel them, but my own eyes were closed. It wasn’t that I was scared of facing him after what I’d sent. I was dominant. I could always handle myself.

No, it was the embarrassment that I didn’t want to acknowledge. The shame that filled the room and left the air feeling thick, making it hard to breathe.

Because now it wasn’t just me who knew how much the Alpha affected me. No, now the Alpha knew too.

And then he was on me.

“Look at me,” he growled again, and I could feel the heat in his hands radiating through my shoulders as he pulled me up. I was sitting now, looking right at him, and he hadn’t let my shoulders out of his grasp. “You’re crying.”

I immediately wiped the tears away from my eyes, or tried to, at least. I knew if I tried to say something back my voice would betray me and he’d hear the shame loud and clear.

So

I just focused on his face. His beautiful face, the one that was almost too much to look at.

But now, with his hands on my shoulders, he made sure my gaze stayed on him.

I tried to look down, but he put his thumb under my chin and lifted my face back up. “Talk to me,” he ordered.

“I shouldn’t have—”

“You shouldn’t have questioned my masculinity.” He growled at me, so low, so heartfelt, that the weight of what I’d done lingered between us. I had questioned the Alpha. “But more importantly,” he continued, “you shouldn’t have been here by yourself. Crying. Being sad. No more of that.”

And in an instant, he jumped over me and pulled me to him so we were lying on our sides pressed up against each other. His arms pulled me close to him, and I could feel him smelling my hair.

“I’m here. And I’ll be here.” His voice was right in my ear, and it made me feel like my entire body was wrapped in velvet. All warm and smooth.

I wiggled around so we were facing each other, lacing my arms around his back. Our mouths were centimeters away. Our eyes were wide open, locked on each other.

“I hate this,” I said softly.

“You… hate this?” he asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes. “Not… this. Not you. But yes, this. And yes, you. I’m not this girl! I’ve never been this girl. And now I’m crying, and I’m missing you, and I don’t like that feeling. Of needing you.”

“Needing me isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“Sure feels like it.”

“Well, I could be offended,” he said, sliding his finger down my nose. The contact made my body quiver. “But as a real man, I’ll just say… that I won’t ever leave my woman alone. Not again. I promise.”

Something about hearing my words come

from his mouth, about the closeness of how we were, all entangled in his sheets, made the sadness of before disappear.

It was like everything inside me was telling me to let him in, to trust him, to rely on him.

It was still scary, but it felt manageable now. Like I could overcome the fear so long as he was wrapped around me. I looked at him again, feeling safe and sturdy with a man who’d been a stranger a few short weeks ago.

***

Warmth. Dim light. Wrapped up in… something

“Mmmm.” I let the sound out before I could stop it, before my eyes could even open. It was all too… too delicious. Like a warm apple pie.

My eyes flashed open. Warm apple pie.

Everything came back to me. The tears, the text, the growl. And the man next to me, still tangled around me, fast asleep.

Sun was shining in through the space in the window that the curtain didn’t cover. “Hey,” I said, nudging Aiden’s bicep. He looked so peaceful, so calm, that I didn’t want to wake him. This might’ve been the first time he’d been more vulnerable than me.

But I knew that he’d left work early to be with me yesterday and that he had to take care of business.

He was the Alpha, after all. “Aiden.” I nudged him again, and this time he stirred.

His eyes opened slowly, and he let out a big exhale, stretching his arms into the air. “Gr morning,” he said, and then he pulled me back to him.

“I can’t… breathe…” I said, laughing and squirming against him. I could feel him get excited as I moved my hips, trying to break free, but he just held me tighter. “Aiden!” I let out, and he released me.