Too Beautiful for the Alpha

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

The guard leaves and I stay in my room, dreading the moment when Alpha Grant comes home. He said that he'll be here soon, which makes me restless, speaking that I'm in his pack house with my own room. So much for a separate building. I can't lie to myself, the house is beautiful, my bedroom is a dream, and all of these feelings are making my head explode. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to hate it here, I was supposed to want to leave.

The bedding smells like roses; my nose stuffed into the pillows as I lay here trying to collect myself. The soothing scent helps keep my mind off of his at the end of the hall, trickling through my door. It's going to wrap around my ankles and drag me down the hall, locking me in his bedroom for him to find me as a wild animal. His scent is not my friend, but an enemy. 

My bags are set off to the side, and I refuse to unpack them, convinced that I won't be here for long. I push the promise to my mother to the back of my head, in no mood to search this place for a phone. Some girls at the pack have one, but I personally had no need for one. Everyone I know is in a three mile radius of me, and yet that number is even lower than expected. I could call my mother. Maybe the dark-haired girl from the gathering—she seems to know me.

Rolling onto my back, I stare up at the ceiling just as I hear sounds coming from downstairs. My heart hurdles forward, pulling me up, causing my throat to swell closed. In a sudden panic, I look for a place to hide before I realize how stupid that is. I'm sure sooner or later he would find me under the bed. Instead, I switch between sitting and standing before deciding to act as if I am unpacking my things. I snatch up a bag and drop it onto the bed, zipping it open and digging for my books first, moving past clothing.

Casually, I place them on the partially-filled bookshelf  beside the door, across from the bed, sliding them into their own little spot. I do this very slowly, waiting for someone to come in, checking if I am here.

When the door opens, I shoot into position and slide the second book into place, holding my breath. His scent floods the room, a tsunami washing through, drenching everything. I look to my side to find him entering, and his eyes connect with mine. I swallow and grip the books in my hand tightly.

"You're unpacking?" He questions and I nod. "Alright. I assume Theodore showed you around, where everything is?"

I nod again, lying.

"You're comfortable in this room?"

I nod. Goddess, Rae, say something!

There is a few seconds of silence between us, and my chest feels as if it is going to cave in. He speaks so smoothly, acts collected but reckless at the same time, seems to have everything under control in his life as he is the one in control. This man makes me look like a fool—pretending to put books on a shelf—for what? I can't remember the reason anymore.

"I'll leave you to it," he says.

I manage a weak, "Okay," and then he leaves, closing the door behind him.

With nothing else to do, and being too scared to leave my room, I unpack the rest of my things and find myself listening to music afterwards. I was reading for a good hour or two, and then my stomach started grumbling like a distant earthquake. Trying to ignore my hunger, I blast alternative songs and lay back on the bed as if this will feed me.

decision. Is eating really worth the possibility of running into my mate? The majority of my head says no, the

of the day—and I realize I haven't eaten at all. He must know that I require food, right? Even a pet fish has to eat, though

any voices. When I hear two people talking off to the side, I freeze. Once I realize that the voices aren't growing any louder or softer, I predict them to be

there. Suddenly, I hear different voices, feminine

peek for a second glance. Unfortunately when I do, they catch me

in with an apologetic smile. "I

seat at the small table set off to the side, where they were both sitting.

both. "I'm sure I

help run everything. There are ones who clean, ones who cook, and well, that's all I can think of. I don't know much about a pack house, but at least

don't have

again, and it's a weird feeling. "No, it's alright. I

to have caught their attention. "Sorry, but are you not—I don't mean

I am surprised they know I am Alpha Grants mate, though. Maybe Theodore did

no big deal so they don't feel guilty for asking. "I'm just a—well, a regular." I smile again for effect.

become good at simple

to the other, and the other nods in agreement. "Here, let me

really apologize. It is weird to watch someone else make you food, especially when you don't feel deserving of it. All I did was somehow be mated to an Alpha, and suddenly people are cooking for me.

sit down with the other woman at the

the gathering? I heard we

did," I fib, not wanting to explain

only dreamed of such things when I was your age," the woman says, and I have the urge to tell her that it's

completely remake myself or

one in the

I want to run up to my room

you meant Alpha Grants Beta, Will? Is there anything specific you would like for dinner tomorrow, anything special

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