I look at the red wine stains on Alpha Hall's white shirt. "Fuck me, I'm in so much trouble. I'm so sorry!" I say loudly and wipe at the stains. He stands there with his arms crossed watching me. Panicking, I start to pull up his shirt trying to take if off so I can put it in the dryer. He uncrosses his arms to make it easier on me but he's too big. "Take your shirt off and I'll dry it." I order apologetically.
Slowly he lifts up his shirt and I help him, pulling it all the way off. I run to the laundry room, throw it in the dryer and slam the door shut. Turning it on, I see one of my dad’s clean white t-shirts and run back to the living room. The Alpha is standing where I left him. I see that the other girls have their heads down smirking. I bring the shirt to him and he looks at me. Unable to read his expression and say, "It’s my dad’s."
I hear a snort and laughing. I turn and see Marta holding her stomach and the other girls are holding their hands over their mouths. "What?" I ask.
"That's not going to fit him!" She points out.
"Its cotton, it stretches and uh, breathes." I try to explain the stupidest thing I've ever done. I hold the shirt to his chest noticing its three sizes too small. This only makes Marta laugh harder and fall to the ground. "He doesn't have to wear it." I snap throwing the shirt at her.
"Good, because it would look a lot like a condom." Beta Holden remarks fighting a smile. "Although, it would be funny to see you try to dress him, too."
I turn red. "Oh, my God. I undressed you!" I realize horrified. I hear another body fall behind me. I am so happy they're enjoying this. "I swear I didn't mean to, Al-Lennox. Please, don't be mad at me." I plead.
"I'm not mad, but next time finish the job." He mutters at the same time Marta stands up saying. "Our parents are gone. You can't blame us for a little having a little fun." She pouts.
"I heard about your aunt. I'm sorry." He replies seriously.
"My aunt." I state confused. He nods. "What about her?" I ask still flustered about his earlier statement.
"The car accident." He clarifies.
"What? Why didn't my mom tell us? Why aren't we there?" I ask shocked. I look at Marta who doesn't seem surprised about the news. "You knew!" I accuse.
"She's fine, Joce. She just has a broken arm and some cuts and bruises. Mom told me not to tell you because you’re not allowed to leave the territory and I knew you'd leave and get in trouble. I was just trying to help you."
Mad at Marta I don't respond to her. I just leave and go back to the laundry room. I take out Alpha's stained white shirt just as I turn to leave I run into him. "Sorry. Here," I say holding out his nearly dry shirt.
He takes it. "I'll talk to Alpha Rhys. Maybe your aunt can come visit here."
I nod. "Thank you." Then I remember what Martha said about me not being able to leave the territory. "Why can't I go see her?"
"You can’t because you’re an unmarked female wolf under eighteen."
"That's the reason?" I question incredulously. That's so stupid.
"That along with the fact I'm claiming you on September 22nd. I don't want anyone getting to you before I do."
"My birthday." I say stunned.
"Same day as the challenge." He replies nodding.
"Why?" I ask.
He stares until I start to get self conscious. "I want you." He states simply.
"So all this isn't because I'm considered the weak link in your pack?"
"Why would you think that?"
"I can't run with the pack, you lift me in and out of your truck like I'm made of glass. You ordered me to tell you if any one showed interest in me, the same morning someone told me it was because you didn't want me to mate and produce weak pups in your pack. I fell asleep at the park and it warranted a search of the territory. I didn't eat dinner and you made it seem like you had to make sure I ate breakfast. You left for three days and I was being watched by the Beta. Is that enough?" I ask frustrated.
He steps closer his eyes on mine. "Yes, that's enough." He replies. I step back but he pulls me to him. His hand lifts to my face and his thumb traces my lips.
"Can we go back to drinking?" I hear Marta yell from the living room.
Ignoring her I say, "I can choose a mate before I'm eighteen."
He leans down and whispers, his mouth brushing my ear, "You wouldn't like what I'd do to him." I tense up. Is he's threatening me?