The Unnatural

Nineteen

Ares Silvermane

"You don't know how to play PlayStation?" Ethan inquires sitting next to Max on the couch. As much as I want to tear my eyes away from him, I find it hard to do so. I watch them as they play the thing Ethan had requested Max to buy. He said he wanted to kill his time. Of course I paid for the thing and damn, it is expensive for no reason at all.

It's been a week since he went to the town which means it has been a week of him avoiding me.
Every time, I try to talk to him, he replies in short sentences but that is not what drives me mad, it's the way he is around me. He is always looking somewhere else when he talks to me or looks at my neck or chest. He has been avoiding my eyes. He is following what I have told him from the start and it's killing me. I should be happy about it that I don't get to feel the tingles anymore but sometimes and really, sometimes, I wish his eyes to stop on mine and experience those feelings. I want his black doe eyes to land on mine and make me feel alive.

I have no idea what had gotten to my head that day. My jacket would've been enough to leave my scent on him but I wanted my scent on his body, on his skin. The way his smooth skin burned against my touch made me lose my mind and I wanted to do more to him. I wanted him drenched in my pheromones so no one would dare to look at him, keep their distance from him. I wanted everybody to know that this man was my mate.
He was the one for me.

My heart pounded as I rubbed my nose against his neck, the need to kiss his little mole filling my mind. And that, that is what I did.

I threw the fact he was a man out of the window, I forgot he was someone I had to hate. He was a human and I didn't seem to care about that at all.

I seemed to forget everything around him. All I remembered was the feeling of his skin against my lips, the way his body heated up and the little shaky breathes that escaped his lips.

The bond between me and him was getting stronger and stronger with each passing day. The need to hold him, shower him with my affection and make sure he feels protected was bottling up in my chest.

The small steps I have started to take towards him were covering huge distance and pulling me to him more than I had expected.

I'm scared of it. I'm afraid of what is happening. The heavyweight of my dead brother grows in my chest and I feel suffocated. It's taking my breath away and I don't know what I will do.

I don't want Ethan to hate me, I don't want to hate him either. I want to be with him on a certain level of understanding where I'm not hurting him.
Friends maybe.
Nothing more than that.

But what I'm doing is nothing like friends. I am kissing him. I'm yearning to be closer to him where I can feel the warmth of his body.

As I sit on the table with papers scattered in front of me, Max and Ethan are bickering as they sit on the couch across the TV, playing the damn thing. I hate to admit that I feel frustrated whenever Max is with Ethan, talking and laughing which is most of the time. But I can't take away Ethan's happiness just because I hate that someone who is not me is the reason for it. 

"I just never thought about sitting on a couch and play games." Max retorts and I just roll my eyes at him. I had send Adrien to get a record of sales from one of the shops because something was not right with the ones I got. There was a lot missing from the sales sheet and I got a feeling that the someone in the town was trying to hide the amount of sales from me.

I have never collected any money from the people of my town, except for the tax because I had to pay for the imports from the other packs. The wealth I have today is my family's wealth and some part of the profits I made from the exports. Our pack had amazing farmers and delicious bakeries.