Running From The Alpha

Chapter Twenty

We haven’t kissed since that first night we got back. Part of me wanted to kiss him so badly but the other part knew that I was not ready. Not yet.

Peter caught my eyes and his smile hinted that he knew where my mind had wondered. I looked down at my hands feeling my cheeks heat slightly. Cynthia shook her head. “You two are just… you two are something.”

Peter and I shared a look and shrugged. “Cynthia!” Luna Kiara called. “Your mother wants you home!”

“When?” Cynthia yelled back.

“Two days ago!” Luna Kiara answered.

The three of us sat in silence for a total of three seconds before laughing. For a moment it I felt okay before the laughter stopped. I gave her a tight grimace. “You should go home Cynthia. You have school.”

“And you don’t?”

“Homeschooled,” Peter said a little too smugly for my taste.

“We’ll actually be going back to school Monday,” I told her and the smug fell off Peter’s face and landed flat on the ground.

“What?” he asked frowning.

“Your dad is going to make sure we are in the same classes,” I told him. “I talked with your mother about it. We both agreed that it’d help me to get back in public so I can adjust.”

“When did you talk to my mom about school?” he asked with a cute little confused look on his face.

“The other night while you were asleep and she came up to check on me,” I told him patted his cheek gently while Cynthia curled up into a ball of giddy laughter.

He pouted. “But I don’t want the other males looking at you,” he whined.

I rolled my eyes at his antics. “I am just one girl in an entire high school you over-possessive fool.”

“No, you are the most attractive and beautiful girl in a compound of horny teenage wolves that I do not trust around you.”

Cynthia is just curled up over there dying isn’t she? I threw a pillow at her and focused on Peter. “What would they do Peter? I know that you made sure everyone knew I belong to you. What idiot would hit on the Alpha’s mate?”

He looked down and mumbled, “The one who saw you. You are too hot for my peace of mine.”

Cynthia is in tears. “Peter, you don’t see me being overly possessive of you.”

Cynthia cleared her throat. ‘Um actually you did growl at a girl who touched him.”

Peter gave me a pointed look and gave Cynthia a look of my own. “Don’t try to help. And Peter would do a lot more than growl.”

“I would not,” he lied.

I smirked and wrapped my arm around his neck placing my other hand on his chest leaning closer so our faces were an inch apart. Cynthia left us alone muttering about best friend stealing. I moved so I was straddling his waist and his hands traveled up to the back of my thighs. “Peter,” I whispered in what I hoped was a seductive tone and kissed the side of his neck. He closed his eyes and groaned in the back of his throat and his hands moved a little North and I kissed his neck again. “Imagine another male with me in the same position you’re with me right now.”

He growled and his eyes turned black. “I would kill anyone who tried.”

I pulled back with a smirk. “Thanks for proving my point.”

He took a deep breath through his nose taking in my scent. “You don’t play fair Violet.”

I chuckled taking a metal note that he still hadn’t removed his hands from my rear. I pushed him back so he was laying on the bed beneath me. I kissed his neck just below his ear and he shuddered. “Do you really want fair play?”

“God no,” he moaned before flipping us over finally moving his hands using one to support his weight and the other lingered at my waist. He lowered his head to the pit of my neck and placed an opened mouth kiss on it.

I moaned and my hands latched onto his arms. I felt his smirk against my skin before he nipped it with his teeth. “Peter,” I gasped.

He pulled away and pressed his forehead against my own. “We… I need to stop before I mark you.”

I expected to be overwhelmed with fear considering what happened that night. But this is Peter. He knows everything about me and he isn’t running in the other direction. Peter would never hurt me. Sure I’m scared but it’s different. It wasn’t anything like it should have been. “Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing,” I told him softly.

Peter lifted his head slightly, “Violet, after what happened…”

“I have to move on,” I told him. “Peter for the past eight years I’ve let what happened that night control me, control my life. I don’t want to, I can’t live like that anymore.”

He kissed my forehead. “Not like this Violet. I have more respect for you. You deserve something like roses and candlelight and…”

“And a scene from a cheesy romantic comedy?” I finished.

He blushed and narrowed his eyes at me playfully. “You think you’re so cute don’t you?”

I nodded fighting a smile and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Peter…” I trailed off unsure of how to say it. For him the words came so easily but for me it would be the first time I’ve said the words to someone in eight years and this time the meaning was something completely different.

This time it would change things. I would be giving him a part of myself that I swore to keep to myself all those years ago when that man ruined mates for me. Something I wouldn’t be able to take back.

But this is Peter and I don’t think I will want it back. “Peter… I love you.”