Jason is still beating on the door, and I'm ignoring him. In fear, I scrambled to the far side of the bed on the floor. Jackson had come out, I could tell by the way he was pounding on the door.
"Dakota, please come out."
Silence.
"Answer me!"
"I have nothing to say," I finally replied.
"I beg you, please," he pleaded. His words seemed so sincere, but I wasn't sure if I could believe him. "Dakota, honey, please. Come out, I want to talk."
Breathing deeply, I went to the door, considering opening it. I could still smell him on the other side, but I also smelled the faint smell of salt. He had been crying too.
Opening the door, he was standing there, red faced, puffy eyes. In between there was a minor pause, which must have been when he went to throw on a pair of sweatpants. At the same time, I heard him yelling at Sadie, and forcing Andrew to remove his sister from his home.
"Dakota," he breathed out.
He took a step toward me, and I backed up. "Don't come near me."
"Please let me explain," he begged. "I don't know why Sadie was in my bed; I swear to god." I crossed my arms; I wanted to believe him, but I know what his reputation was before we met. Girls were part of his daily life. He dropped to his knees. "Please, baby, don't leave me."
"Nothing can change what I saw, Jason."
"Give me the chance to make it up to you, please."
Thinking about it for a moment, I closed my eyes and considered the fact that we would both be miserable if I walked out. "You are going to have to really work to make me believe that you want to be with me."
A smile came across his face, "I will, baby. That's all I want, a chance to show you how much I care about you."
"For now, I don't know what I want to do."
Standing up, he took a step back. "Come to my room, let's talk."
"No. If we're going to talk, I want to do it downstairs."
"Okay, let me get dressed, and I'll meet you down there."
He walked back to his room to finish getting dressed, while I ventured down to the living room. Plopping myself on the comfy couch, I was thinking of all the things I wanted to say to him. I wanted to say things that made him truly realize that I was not going to let him treat me this way.
His stomping was coming closer, and I readied myself for our talk.
Curling myself up into a ball, Jason walked up in a tight fitting white t-shirt, and straight leg jeans, with his motorcycle boots. Oh god, please stop being so attractive.
He sat down rather close to me, but when I recoiled, he moved back to give me more room. "Why can't I sit near you?"
"I'm not ready for that, yet."
Nodding, we started the talk. "I know what you saw, Dakota. And I have to tell you that Sadie means nothing to me. She's just the pack slut. Yes, we did have a...thing, but we don't associate anymore. I only put up with her because she's Andrew's sister."
"Why was she naked in your bed?"
"She must have run here as her wolf; the gym door must have been open, and she snuck upstairs past everyone."
"No one else smelled her?"
"After a long training session, it's hard to pick up each others smell through the sweat."
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The Alpha's Little Mate
WerewolfDakota Mayfield, the only daughter of the former Alpha of the Moon Goddess Pack, younger sister to the current one. She was always the smallest wolf in the pack and in her family. Standing only at 4'11", Dakota never felt like she amounted to anyt...