Game on, Alpha

Chapter 10

Candace P.O.V

The cool air made it feel like I was transported to Antarctica. I expected to see penguins flying out of my ass or something similar to that. I quickly ran to the floor where my duffle was located and scooped it into my arms. So far I haven’t caught a fresh scent from Noah so I am fairly sure I dodged a bullet. This was confirmed when I safely made it to the bathroom without any confrontations. Fortunately, or unfortunately as my wolf reminded me for the thousandth time, I was able to dress myself and take a brush to my head without being interrupted. I walked out of the bathroom and there was still no sign of my mate. Just knowing him for 2 days was enough time to know that this was not like him. According to my sense of smell he had not been in the room since a little after I stepped in the shower. That was very suspicious to me. I decided that while he wasn’t here I might as well explore the house that I will soon call home. I opened the wooden double doors and exited the room. I wandered down the hall way in hopes of finding another human being; surely we’re at his pack house right now. From what I’ve seen this house is pretty big so I doubt he lived here alone. Taking too many twists and turns and turns to count, I ended up outside of a door that had my mates scent wrapped all over it. From the way my wolf was reacting I could tell that Noah was right inside. I contemplated knocking but decided against it, just walking into the mystery room. Noah was sitting behind a mahogany desk with his nerd glasses on. I had to bite the inside of my cheek so I didn’t start laughing at the big bad alpha that looked like a big bad nerd! Instead of laughing like a hyena I switched my gaze to the rest of the room which I can now safely say is an office. There were quite a few bookshelves filled with books, a glass globe, and a mini fridge. Typical office items for a not so typical kind of guy. When Noah noticed my presence he looked up and motioned me to come towards him, so I timidly walked behind his desk. He again motioned me to his lap, but apparently I wasn’t moving fast enough for him because he grabbed my waist and pulled me to the chair on top of him. Like usual, his face went to my neck and he inhaled my scent, which now due to my shower smelled like floral scented body wash and green apples. I pried my neck away from his nose and looked at him with a curios expression. Without using words he would be able to tell that I wanted an explanation as to why he demanded that I take a short shower then leaved to his office. He seemed, or acted like, he didn’t get the memo and continued to stare at my neck. What is with this guy and my neck? Do all male wolves have a weird obsession with their mate’s neck? I wonder what he’s thinking about when he looks at my neck. Not the point… Okay, here is where I tell him why I’m so curious. I get distracted by the craziest shit ever, I swear! Okeyyyyy

“What are you doing in your office?” My voice sounded like nothing but a high pitched squeak in comparison to his answer.

“I figured that while you were taking care of yourself I would take care of some important pack business and get some things straightened out.” His voice was smooth and deep, it almost sounded like my own symphony. Cheesy, but true.

“Oh,” Why did I always manage to come up with some stupid response when I was in his presence? It’s like he brings out the retard in me. He didn’t respond but just turned back to the screen of his laptop. He surely did not expect me to sit here while he did pack work. I’m not here to be his secretary! I never had a chance to tell him this, for after a couple key strokes the computer was turned off and he was lifting me up. He swung me over his shoulder like I was some sack of potatoes of something! I kicked at his back, yelling for him to put me down.

“Just pipe the fuck down okay, I have something planned if you’ll give me a damn minute to get you to the car,” His tone was emotionless, and I couldn’t see his eyes to truly tell what he was feeling about the so called thing he had ‘planned’. That still was not excuse to treat me like a bag of potatoes and then tell me to ‘pipe the fuck down’!