| CHAPTER 53 : I'M YELLING TIMBER |
I sipped on the large cup of milkshake, my back resting against the windshield of the car as my legs dangled beneath the bonnet. King Alpha lay beside me with his hands crossed behind his back. The stars twinkled down at us with the wind gentle and cool. The car parked over a hill where only greenery stretched out beneath us.
The silence overwhelmed King Alpha and me. I slightly turned my head around to see him blankly staring at the sky. He looked peaceful but not entirely. His eyes would barely blink telling me he was deep in thought.
"I know you're staring at me," he muttered, not moving his eyes.
I wanted to know so much about him. I wanted to know what happened to him in his past. Why does the name 'Elias' bring out his beast? Why does he always act passive and tormented? Why does he push everyone away when instead all he wants is a family?
"Who is Ace, Elias?" I whispered.
His arms immediately tightened, and the same conflicted look crossed his features. He squeezed his eyes shut, wincing deeply to himself. A gasp escaped my lips realizing I called him by his real name.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to!" I yelled, pushing my back off the windshield and gazing at King Alpha as he struggled to push through his deep end.
A few seconds passed before he took a deep breath and snapped open his eyes, glaring at me, "Want to get killed? I dare you, use my name again."
I averted my eyes, "I didn't mean to. Besides, why does your name even bring out your beast? Like does your beast not like the name Eli-I mean E-L-I-A-H." I spelled out the name instead, "I knew I'd let my beast out -that is if I have one- if I was named Mia."
He furrowed his eyebrows, "What's wrong with the name Mia?"
"It means Missing in Action!"
He rolled his eyes.
"So why does your beast come out when someone says your name?"
"How did you even get to know my name?"
"I read one of Ace's journals."
"Sneaky thief."
"Does your beast not like your name?"
He snorted.
"Is your beast gay and had an ex named Eli- I mean E-L-I-A-S?"
"What?" He frowned, "No. When I fought during the war people called me by the name Elias. I had let my beast take over my body during the war. It terrified people. My beast is...absolutely merciless." He looked as if he were going to say more before cutting himself off, and looking away from me, "Fuck, just stop talking."
Not sure if he said it to himself or to me.
I continued talking nevertheless, "You let your beast out? Drew told me it takes a lot of mind control and that sort of thing to return back to your true form. Was it hard for you?"
He remained silent.
"Oh come on, we're all spilling some tea here!" I exclaimed, "I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours."
He raised an eyebrow, "I already know everything about you," he said before adding, "at least how much there was exposed to know about you."
"There is still one secret you don't know."
"Uh-huh? What's that?"
I shook my head, "You first."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm not telling you shit."
"Fine, then I won't tell you my secret too," I stated, turning away and continuing to sip on my milkshake.
He gazed at me, frowning for a while. The silence continued for a few more seconds before he cleared his throat.
"What kind of secret?" He tried maintaining a monotone voice.
"It's about a boy."
His eyebrows pulled together in a deep frown, as he gave me a sarcasm-filled flat look, "A boy?"
"Yup."
"Who?"
"Na-uh, you first."
"Oh, I see what you did there. Trying to raise confusion and curiosity in my mind, you sneaky brat. But guess what? These tricks don't work on me."
He looked away, gazing back at the stars.
I shrugged and laid my back down on the windshield beside him.
A few seconds passed.
"It was hard," he spoke finally, "returning to my true form. I unintentionally killed a few of my people who tried their best to revive me. The Royals kept me locked up in a cell for weeks before I finally broke through and returned back. I knew it was my responsibility to take care of the families of the wolves that I've killed," he slightly fingered the loops of his jeans, playing with it, "that's why I let wolves who had nowhere to go to live in the west wing and stay there as long as they liked, leaving them on only one condition that I shouldn't see them wandering on my side of Saludom."
I took this chance of him opening up to me to slide in another question, "Did the witches torture you?"
He nodded, "When I was a boy," he said lowly, "a mere innocent pathetic boy."
"Did they...torture you into killing...Alexandros and your mom?"
His jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto the sky with his body stiff and hard. He stayed silent for a while and right when I started thinking that he wouldn't answer, he opened his mouth.
"No," he replied, "They didn't torture me into killing them."
"Then..." I furrowed my eyebrows, confused, "why did you?"
He licked his lips, "they asked me to."
I blinked, turning my head away and looking at the sky. I wanted to ask many more questions, but I knew better than to dump everything on him at once.
"Now your turn," He almost startled me by speaking suddenly, turning his head towards me, "who's the boy?"
A smile came on my face, "You really want to know?"
"Cut that cheesy look and tell me." he glared.
I shrugged, smiling to myself, "I don't know, I have really mixed feelings about this boy. Sometimes I want to kill him and slap the shit out of him then sometimes I want to kiss him."
A sigh came out my lips.
"Go on." He gestured impatiently when I remained silent for a while.
"He's a huge jerk but I think I'm kind of getting used to him. He's super cocky and always knows his way around. I think I like him but then he acts like an asshole, and I want nothing more to fling him to Arizona."
"Oh and he's super hot," I said, looking at him.
"How hot?" He questioned.
"Like more than the sun, I guess."
A smirk lifted his face as he nodded. I nodded along with him.
"So what are you planning to do with this jerk?" he asked.
"I'm gonna be his Ride," I said before adding, "The good one."
His eyes flickered to the tattoo on my arm before flickering back to my eyes. Our faces lay only four inches apart and the heat from his body became more evident as the second goes by. I wanted to lean in closer.
"What does Ride mean?" he asked, softly.
"Just my own made-up theory."
"Mhmm?"
"Yeah."
The black flecks contrasted against the icy colour of his eyes. They looked like two circulating stars reflecting on a calm wavering sea. They gazed at me, engrossed. He inhaled once, deeply.
"What are you thinking?" I whispered.
His eyes roamed over my face, "That I'm a man and not a fucking boy." He whispered back.
I furrowed my eyebrows, frowning at him, breaking our precious moment, "Who said I was talking about you?"
"Who else could you talk about?"
I shook my head at him, "Ego much?"
"It's a quality."
I shook my head once again before looking back at the stars. My milkshake was coming to an end, and I tried sipping harder which made those ugly surp, surp, surp noises at the end.
King Alpha found that annoying and snatched the cup out of my hands, tossing it into the air. The cup flew high in the sky before it disappeared.
My mouth dropped open.
I turned to him with a wobbly bottom lip, "Why'd you do that?"
"It annoyed the fuck out of me."
"Is it in space now?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, "No, it just flew a few miles away."
"I was still drinking that."
"Stop talking."
"You don't even realize the true beauty of flavoured milk. Especially when it's Milk. Shake."
"You still haven't shut your trap."
"And also it comes in so many flavours."
"Literally, stop talking."
"Chocolate, banana, vanilla, strawberry."
"Don't wanna hear it."
"Will you buy me another?"
"Will you stop talking?"
"Yes."
"Let's go."
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"Marry me!" I demanded.
He only gave me weird look.
"Please," I whined, grabbing his coat sleeve and halting him from walking away.
"I'm-urgh-sorry," he grunted as I tugged on his arm while he tried to pull away from me, "Miss, but I need to catch my bus."
"But you can't leave me! You're supposed to be my husband!"
"I don't even know you!" He let out a small scream when I latched onto his leg.
"Marry me!" I demanded.
"Somebody, help!' The cute British guy yelled.
"I promise I won't steal your money. I'll be a good wife!"
"I'm already married!"
"Who says you can't have two wives?" I grinned up at him.
"Somebody help!"
"Damnit." Someone cursed behind me before hands latched onto my arms, pulling me up abruptly from the cute British guy, "I fucking told you to wait outside until I got your fucking milkshake. Where the fuck did you fucking run off to?"
I clamped my hand on King Alpha's mouth, "Don't ruin my baby's virgin ears."
King Alpha bit my hand lightly and I yelped.
I moved my hand from his mouth and waltzed over to the British guy, "King Alpha, meet my kid. I gave birth to him when I was twelve."
King Alpha slapped his hand to his forehead in a facepalm.
The British guy gave a pleading look in King Alpha's direction.
King Alpha inhaled deeply before turning his eyes in my direction. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could a squeal came out my mouth.
"You got me a milkshake." I snatched the milkshake from his hand and took a sip, "Here, my sweetie pie, have a drink." I forced the straw into the British guy's mouth.
The British guy moved his head away from the straw and yelped when my hands landed on his zipper.
King Alpha snatched me away and shot the British guy a look that said, 'Scram or I'll slice and dice you'. The British guy ran away without giving a second thought.
"Sing with me, King Alpha," I grabbed his hands, dancing while forcing his hands to move around in a weird dance, "IT'S GOING DOWN, I'M YELLING TIMBER! YOU BETTER MOVE, YOU BETTER DANCE!"
People around us on the street shot us weird looks.
King Alpha unlatched his hands from mine before placing them on his face, "What the fucking hell did I ever do to get this? For hell's sake, I don't think I've ever done that big of a sin to suffer like this."
I laughed, patting his head, "You're funny."
He removed his hands from his face, glaring at me.
"LET'S MAKE A NIGHT, YOU WON'T REMEMBER! I'LL BE-Mrshh." His hand clamped on my mouth.
"Quiet," he snapped, "for fuck's sake, just stop talking."
"Mmmm."
"Now you better listen to me," he demanded, his hand still on my mouth with the other holding the back of my head, "we're going back to Saludom whether you like it or not. I'm fucking sleepy. You see the dark circles in my eyes, do you?"
"Mmm-mmm."
"Exactly. So quietly get your ass seated in the car so we can go home, and I can get my sleep. I need that energy to fucking kill Diego tomorrow for feeding you vampire blood, compadre?"
"Mmm-mmm."
"Good." he said, "now get your hands off my pants."
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Date: 29 August 2021