Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 69

Later in the night, I find myself sitting on the stairs at exactly the time Alpha Grant is in his bedroom—hidden away over a boundary I don't dare to cross—and exactly the time she comes for her overnight visit. I believe that he thinks I've lost my mind, so I might as well lose it.

I thought about grabbing a bottle from the odd cabinet to amuse myself while I wait, but I thought it best if I'm not drunk while this happens. I need her to be afraid of me and no one is afraid of a crying loser.

When I hear the front door open, I straighten up. As expected, she comes sneaking across the foyer and towards the stairs. When she appears in front of me, I suck in a breath and puff up my chest, ready to wave my arms around as if I'm scaring off a bear. She stops abruptly and stares down at me, waiting for my response. "Leave," I say strongly, "go home."

An eyebrow raises on her beautiful face.

I stand up. "Your brother, Theodore, wants you to stop coming here at night," partly him and mostly me, "so you better go home. People with nothing are dangerous." I smile tiredly.

She looks uncomfortable, and she speaks. "Only Alpha Grant can tell me what to do." Her voice is soft, soothing almost, like a baby animal—too young to know what's good, like me.

"Alpha Grant is my Mate. Now go."

Her face drops, her once flawless features now overcast by disappointment. She looks down, saying nothing, and she turns back to the door, and just before it closes I swear that I hear a quiet sob. I swallow, locking the door. Theodore said she would be hurt, welcome to the party.