What is Love, Alpha?

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10





Silence, heavy and pregnant, settled over us. Even the small creaks and groans of the house seemed to stop as Anton stared at me in shock. I swallowed heavily as realization hit me. I kept my hands placed firmly on his equally as firm chest, using him as a support almost. For some reason, I was shocked at my own actions and felt like I was a little tipsy.

Anton didn't seem to notice the fact that I was using him as a stabilizer. He simply continued to stare down at me, eyes and mouth hanging open slightly. I stared back, the enticing color of his amber eyes not exactly helping my precarious balance.

"I... um... no." I stuttered, my throat burning lightly. If possible, his eyes widened even more. I shuffled my shaking legs lightly, feeling as if I was an exhibit at a museum and he was a curious little fifth grader on a field trip. Of course, no one could ever compare this man to a little boy.

"You're talking," he rumbled, eyes lighting up with happiness. I was confused but had more pressing questions at the moment.

"What... what h-happened?" I asked shyly, the small adrenalin I had leaving me. I shifted my eyes to the ground, realizing now that perhaps he didn't want to talk about it and I was just being nosey. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling completely ridiculous as I heard Anton shift slightly. Hooking a finger under my chin, I let him drag my face up and reluctantly opened my eyes.

I tensed as his eyes made hard contact with mine, digging deep down into everything that made me who I was. I fought to control my breathing, knowing he could most likely hear my erratic heartbeat. I could clearly see the surprise and amusement in his eyes, but there was something else. A feeling that I couldn't recognize was shining there too, peaking out behind all the others.

"What happened?" I questioned again as I began to grow even more uncomfortable. The feelings pouring from him were somewhat over whelming. I saw him grind his jaw together, the hand still holding my face tightening.

"I'm not sure how much I should tell," he admitted. I shuffled my feet lightly, searching my mind.

"Everything would be great," I mumbled, forgetting that he could hear my every breath. I bit my lip as he let out a chuckle at my reply, blushing.

"I should have known there was sarcasm buried deep in there," he rumbled and used his thumb to rub my blushing cheek. I didn't answer, waiting for him to decide. I didn't want to intrude and ask questions that were none of my business, but I also didn't think I deserved to be kept in the dark. "You know, I feel very honored right now." He said suddenly. Looking up, I stared at him, feeling startled; that isn't exactly what I had expected him to say.

"W-why?" I whispered. He adjusted his hand, making it so that he was cupping the side of my face.

"Your first word in only god knows how long, and I'm the only one around to hear." I blinked, feeling dizzy as he smiled at me, his pearly white teeth and the beauty of him momentarily chasing my breath away. I hummed lowly in the back of my throat at this, unsure of how to answer. In a way, he was right. I had been, unintentionally, saving my first words for him.

I wasn't sure why that meant anything to him but didn't question it.

"What happened?" I insisted again, fighting off a wince as my throat constricted painfully. He sighed and his hand slipped away from my face, making it feel bare and exposed. I subconsciously wrapped my arms tightly around my mid-section, taking a step back and pressing my back to the door. It was hard to think around him, let alone form coherent sentences.

"Do you know what a rouge is?" Anton asked after a small silence, one that he seemed to use to collect his thoughts while I attempted to get a grip on my current situation. I nodded slowly, biting my lip gently. He stared at me as we fell into a short silence again and I ducked my head down, feeling my cheeks burn at his chuckle.

I should go back to having no feelings; it saved me quite a few red cheeks.

"A few of them stumbled into my territory; I protected what was mine and... got rid of them," he rumbled. I saw his fists clench gently out of the corner of my eyes and pondered silently over his words.

Protected what was his?

"Y-you killed t-them t-to protect your...p-pack?" I asked while looking up at him hesitantly, feeling my eye twitch as I heard my own stuttering. He didn't seem affected by my impaired ability to speak, however, as his gaze flashed instantly to mine. Not answering immediately, he stared down at me keenly, his amber eyes darkening with an emotion I easily didn't recognize. I felt something deep inside stir at the look in his eyes, something that made a delightful shudder race quickly up and then back down my spine.

"My pack is mine to protect, yes; but not exactly who I was referring to." He muttered. As he took a step closer, my heart plummeted down into my stomach and seemed to sprint around in circles there. I quickly placed my palms against the wood of the door behind me, using them to support me as I felt my legs wobble vicariously. I swallowed violently as he lifted a hand, placing it against the door above my head. His shirt rose up briefly at the movement before settling back down, allowing me to get a quick glimpse at the dark, tan, muscled skin of his lower-much lower-stomach; talk about a pleasurable heart attack.

NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo

I shuddered out a breath as he slowly leaned in, a determined and slightly amused look on his extremely handsome face. "So, you know about rouges," he muttered distractedly, trailing his knuckles gently down the side of my face. I nodded mutely; now I wasn't sure I had the ability to speak.

"Do you know what a mate is, then?" he questioned quietly, his liquid like eyes drilling into my own dull ones. I shook my head in a jerking motion, feeling totally confused as his close proximity played games with what little feelings I had.

It was extremely quiet again as he stared down at me, his knuckles still brushing along my cheek. The only sound to be heard was my heavy breathing, something that made me flinch constantly. I watched his eyes flash like a movie, feelings and other things dancing though his eyes like a hot pool of lava. I could see he was in deep thought, even as his gaze locked tightly on me.

Finally, just when I thought I was about to pass out, he took a small step back and let his hand drop with a sigh. He gave me a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, and spoke.

"It's late and you need rest," he murmured, and it was then that I looked over his shoulder and realized that the sun had gone down a good half an hour ago.

Oh, how the time flies when your heart is beating a million miles per second.

I nodded and awkwardly shuffled to the side, biting my lip as I cleared a way for him to exit. He opened the door as I stood next to it, his eyes staying trained on me. Once the door was open, he didn't leave, however. Staying put, he continued to stare at me, seeming deep in thought once again. I stared back, for once meeting his eyes without looking away shyly.

"Thank you," he finally said, eyes flashing bright and he continued on before I could ask. "You're more special to me then I think you realize," he admitted randomly before slipping through the door, closing it behind him and leaving me to my thoughts.

Well, I guess it was bed time for me.

.......



I couldn't sleep. Three hours had passed since Antons' dramatic departure and sleep was still evading me. My mind just refused to calm down and shut up, constantly repeating his last words and causing a warm, buttery feeling to overtake my stomach every time.

"More special to me then I think you realize... special... to me..."

I groaned lightly and threw the covers away, slipping out of bed quickly. No use lying there when it was obvious I wouldn't be able to sleep. I stood beside the bed for a minute, trying to decide my next movie. Gazing over at the window in the room, I decided and slowly made my way over. I glanced down at the window seat sat before the grand window itself before settling down on it, placing my back against the wall and pulling my feet up in front of me.

My arms immediately laced themselves together over my stomach as I stared down at the view below me. The moon gleamed full tonight-go figure-and its mysterious, milky color spilled out over the lawn. It made the trees outlining their back yard forest sharper, more dangerous and taunting. The light breeze that flowed through their leaves made the trees sway lightly in a hypnotizing way.

It was then, as I sat and slowly feel under the swaying leaves power, that an uncomfortable feeling washed over me.

I was being watched.

Sitting up straighter instantly, I gazed more intently out the window, searching now. I had been taught over the years to trust my instincts, and they were telling me I was being watched; very closely. I leaned closer to the window as a movement caught my wondering eye.

Something adjusted itself, the movement not matching up with the tilting of the trees and fluttering of the leaves. My eyes narrowed in as I leaned ever closer, searching desperately for another strange move. I saw nothing more, but the feeling was still there, strongly. I could almost feel their eyes glued to my skin. What was worst was the fact that it all felt like a strange sense of déjà vu. I could almost recognize the feeling, could almost identify the person staring so intently and... possessively at me.

It was an often occurrence for Christian. Sometimes, he would just take me from my cell and place me in his room, only to stare at me for hours. His stare would sometimes shift; curiosity, anger, frustration, lust... it all depended on the day. But it was always possessive, as if he was observing an object that belonged to him. In a way, I did belong to him; he had taken my virginity, my first kiss and so much more. He could do whatever he wanted to me, because I was too weak and there was no one else there to stop him.

But that was over now; I was free and Anton seemed to want to protect me, so I was safe from Christian now.

Right?

Despite my attempts to reassure myself, I still felt the fear creep over me as the feeling continued. It wasn't possible; Christian would never be able to get close to me now, hopefully. I still quickly stumbled away from the window, wanting something or someone who would comfort me and promise me I would be safe. One name came to mind.

Anton.

I was quickly out the door and across the hall before I could stop myself. I didn't want to over think it and worry about his rejection. I was terrified, probably for no reason, but still terrified, and I knew deep down that he was the only one who could comfort me. Stopping outside of his large door, I bit my lip and knocked quietly once.

If he didn't answer after the first knock, I'd just sleep in the hallway; I couldn't find it in myself to head back to that room. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, feeling as if his sinister eyes were still glued to me. Shivering lightly, I jumped as the door to Anton's room suddenly opened, light softly spilling out into the dark corridor. I looked up at him and away from the floor, feeling my voice shrivel up and my mouth go dry as I gazed upon his very... bare chest.

I gulped audibly at the sight of him shirtless, his broad shoulders and strong torso tightly wrapped up in dark, tan, slightly Mexican skin. The size of his solid arms made me shiver slightly, a warm feeling wrapping around my every nerve.

"H-hi," I said squeakily, my breath stuttering from me. His brow wrinkled in confusion and concern as he stared down at me. I blushed lightly when I realized I had tried to sleep in only a large t-shit... his large t-shirt.

Great.





"Emily, what- come in, it's cold out here," he demanded quickly, lightly grabbing my arm and pulling me into his room, concern lacing his voice. Shutting the door behind us, he made his way around me and grabbed a small blanket from onto of his very large bed while I stood awkwardly next to the door. He wrapped the blanket around me tightly and I gripped the ends, only realizing then how cold I had actually been out in the hallway. I didn't take much time observing his room as he placed his hands on my shoulders, seeing a lamp on top of a big desk in the corner, giving off the only source of light.

"What's wrong, gatito? You're too pale," he said softly, using one hand to brush my hair from my forehead. I happily basked in his touch, feeling comforted already.

"I... uh," I trailed off quietly, not really wanting to say. I was suddenly worried of him thinking I was insane. Biting my lip and looking down at the ground, I took a deep breath. "I just... didn't feel c-comfortable. L-like someone was...w-watching me," I stumbled out pathetically, internally wincing. "Like... h-he was watching m-me," I added almost silently, the words slipping out almost without my permission.

Almost instantly, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he tugged me into his very bare and warm chest, hunching over my protectively. I felt his chest vibrate as he let out a small growl, but instead of terrifying me like it should, it made me sigh in comfort.

"You never have to worry about him, sweetheart, I promise." He softly purred, his voice still sounding rough even as he tried to lighten it. I liked the rougher part of his voice; it made me feel even more protected. "As long as I'm around, he'll never hurt you again; and I don't plan on going anywhere or letting you go anytime soon."

I pulled away lightly at this, feeling confused when I was comforted by his words.

"Why?" was all I could ask, but it had a lot behind it. Why had he saved me? Why was I still here? Why was he so nice to me? Why didn't he like other males around me? Why was any of this happening?

He didn't answer immediately, staring down at me as his arms stayed tight around me.

"I can't answer that totally yet, it's too much for you," he finally muttered and before I could argue-who was he to tell me what was too much for me-he continued. "But I can tell you that I hate it; I hate the fact that you had to go through what you did, the fact that I wasn't there to protect you and that it still scares you. Like I said before, you mean more to me then you'll ever realize, precious." He answered firmly, his hand moving so that his thumb could almost lovingly stoke my jaw.

I couldn't answer so I settled for staring up at him, dumbstruck.

"That's enough for tonight; you need rest," he repeated in a mumble and before I could worry too much about him sending me back to my room, he bent down and easily picked me up, causing a quiet squeak to leave me. He chuckled lightly and carried me bridal style to his bed, gently placing me down. Keeping the small blanket wrapped around me, he also pulled the thick quilt over my.

Turning away from me, I saw him make his way to the big desk in his corner and I laid there as his tempting scent suddenly hit me; spicy, strong, and all Anton. I closed my eyes in bliss momentarily, only for them to fly back open as Anton suddenly turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness, a darkness only interrupted by the light from the moon spilling in. I turned onto my side, facing the door as he slid in behind me, and bit my lip nervously.

I closed my eyes again, attempting to relax and fall asleep when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around my waist. My lids flew back as Anton dragged me back into him, his chest placed very firmly onto my back as I felt him rest his chin on my head.

"I need you here," he muttered as I instantly felt myself relax.

I wasn't arguing.

That's how I fell asleep, surrounded by Antons' protective heat and happy. However, just before falling asleep, I heard him mumbled something almost silently that sounded something like "How are you doing it? I'm already in love with you,"

Yeah, right.







Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....

Is anyone else saying that? I think they're utterly adorable together.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. I loved writing it XD And look! For once, it isn't a cliff hanger. You know, If I was reading my own books, I'd strangle myself for all of the cliff hangers I leave you guys with.

Yessh

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Translations:

gatito: Kitten

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Next update: Aug, 17


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