What is Love, Alpha?

Chapter 15

A/N
HIII GUYYYSS.
Yeah it's been way too long since I updated. But a lot has changed. Since our last update, my dad has lost his job, we've been kicked out of our house, and forced to move to another city.

Oh it's been a blast. -.-

Anyways, I hope you guys like and PLEASE POINT OUT ANY ERRORS. I was forced to write this on my phone and am counting on you guys to help me go back and fix them.
Enjoy.
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"Emily," I sat on my bed, legs pulled up underneath me as I lightly rocked back-and-forth. I ignored Anton and his light tapping on the door. My cheeks were still red and hot to the touch. It was as if my heart was geared on sending all of my blood straight to my cheeks, making my normally dark blush even more prominent.
But could you really blame me?
No less than half an hour before, I had been kissing Anton; the big, bad, tall, dark and handsome alpha. And he had kissed me back.

That was the part that was really messing with me. Like usual, I had instantly fled. Fled wasn't a strong enough word though - I had bolted. The moment I had stepped back after he had released me was the same moment I was running through the house, nearly killing myself on the stairs. And now I was regretting it.

Or at least, my body was.

The cut in my leg was throbbing and I could feel a thin trail of blood flowing freely. My wrist was also protesting with a scratchy, irritating feeling. Sighing, I gently pushed my thumb against the red skin, biting my lip against the pain.

The brand on my shoulder throbbed as a reminder of my last, dangerous encounter with fire.

"Emily!" Anton's sharp voice startled me and I jumped with a small squeak. I heard him sigh outside the door and pictured him lowering his fist. "Emily... I can smell your blood; please, just let me help you." Frowning lightly at the door, I lowered my wrist and blinked quickly. I had to pull myself together, get myself sorted out. This type of behavior was taking twenty steps back in the wrong direction.

It was a jolt in itself to feel how much that irked me.

Slowly, hesitantly, I shuffled towards the door, pausing just as I reached it. It was silly, honestly; I had no reason to be nervous.

I scoffed lightly at that thought. This is Anton I was thinking of. A big ball of nerves was all I was around him; in a good way, though. If there even was a good way to be a nervous wreck.

How in the world had I gone from 'girl who doesn't care' to 'ready to rip out my own hair'?

At least my feelings were confined to him. After that, I still felt the same. Was that a set back, or an advantage?

Shaking my head, I forced my self to unlock the door and pull it open. Anton, with his height, had his forearm across the top of the door frame and was leaning towards the door. He slouched a little as I pulled it away from him, making me think he had been leaning his head against it.

I stared up at him as he straightened, fighting the urge to nervously twist my fingers together. My eyes automatically trailed over him, noticing easily that he was still without a shirt. Heart stuttering over the image, I briefly took in how his wet sleeping pants clung onto him before forcing my eyes back to his hands, swallowing the blush that threatened to dramatically darken my cheeks. He was clutching something I recognized easily as an emergency aid kit. The big red plus sign was almost like a ghost of the past, something to remind me of all my injuries. Christian had often liked to tend to my wounds himself, chastising me for whatever he thought I had done to deserve them.

Scenes threatened to over rule what I saw before me, but I forced them away, swallowing viciously again before meeting Anton's eyes.
'Anton' I chanted in my mind. 'Anton is the one in front of me, not Christian.'