“Pardon me?”“He states, appearing irate.” He disengages his arm from the blonde, providing me the opportunity to seize him by the throat and propel him to the ground. All individuals are presently in our vicinity.
“What is occurring here?”Alpha Gavin enquires. He gazes at me, and subsequently at Gamma. “Bradon?”He interrogates his Gamma.
I am uncertain. This individual unexpectedly assaults me.
I deride, “It was not arbitrary.”
What is occurring? Gavin exclaims.
“This individual possesses the finest woman present, yet he is engaging in a flirtation with this undesirable.”I emit a loud roar.
“Please refrain from referring to me as a Mutt,” he protests.
“What are you referring to?”Gamma exclaims.
“Celine!”I emit a growl. All individuals are regarding me as though I am irrational at this moment.
“Disgusting!””Gamma states.” What audacity he possesses! I lunge at him, and Alpha Gavin restrains me.
“Cohen, they are siblings!”He shouts.
“What?” Negative! I observed you and Alyssa together yesterday. She resembles you as well, and the manner in which you conversed with her, and ….
“I resemble her only in having blonde hair.” She is my niece. “Celine is my sister,” Gamma states while rising. excrement!
“I apologise; I believed I could not pursue her due to her familial ties with you, and upon witnessing what I perceived as your mistreatment of her, I became overwhelmed,” I confess. I sense a burden has been alleviated from my chest. However, who is the father? “Is she paired with someone?”“I inquire.” Alpha Gavin and Gamma both decline.
“Did you depart from the hospital last night under the impression that we were in a relationship?”Gamma enquires, and I assent. He erupts in laughter, but then his expression becomes exceedingly grave.
“He admits that she believes you were upset and departed upon discovering she has a child.”
“What?”My heart is racing.
“I believed she became overly attached to the mate bond and was attempting to maintain her distance due to you, while you cast me disapproving glances… this only reinforced my hypothesis,” I elucidate.
I require a conversation with her. Could you escort me to her?I enquire.
“Indeed, you do, but she will return shortly. She has merely returned home to take a shower. “This is hardly the appropriate location to converse with her,” Gamma states. “I am Bradon, by the way,” he states, offering his hand.
“Cohen.” I grasp his hand firmly.
“Who is the father of Alyssa?”“I inquire.”
“That is a discussion to engage in with Celine,” Bradon asserts decisively. I acquiesce. I hear cheers and turn to see my warrior Antonio standing triumphantly over his opponent, Ryker. The identical Ryker who was previously flirting with my Celine. My circumstances continue to improve.
Celine’s Perspective
I am astonished that I have just emerged victorious. I am unable to comprehend it. I am experiencing a blend of emotions. Shock, excitement, disbelief regarding the altercation, accompanied by anger and anguish due to my companion. The mix of emotions made me lose control in front of everyone a minute ago. I expressed the necessity of a shower due to my uncertainty about my ability to endure much longer.
I sprint home and hasten upstairs to the loo. I disrobe and enter the shower. Upon contact with my skin, the water induces an overwhelming release. I am seated in the shower, water cascading over me, weeping into my hands. He was in proximity to the altercation. I could perceive his scent, and I was aware he was observing me, yet I could not bring myself to gaze at him. It is exceedingly challenging. I’m having chest pains, and all I want to do is get Alyssa, curl up on the couch and fill up on pizza and ice cream, but I know I need to get out there to support Brandon in the Beta and Gamma fights.
After 10 minutes of crying and losing control, I get up and wash my hair and body. After the fights, I’ll take care of myself and Alyssa, and avoid the world. Right now, I need to get my shit together. I get out of the shower, blow dry my hair, and wear it down, letting my natural loose curls hang. I put on some skinny jeans, and a plain baggy v-neck white t-shirt, half tucked in.
My eyes are a little puffy, my nose is red, and my lips look swollen and red from the crying. I put on some mascara, a natural coloured lip stain, and some powder on my nose to hide the evidence of what happened in the shower. My lip and nose are already healed from the fight. It wasn’t serious, and werewolf healing is great.
