Chapter 6

Running to the forest I picked a tree then stripped behind it, keeping an eye out for any bystanders. Without giving it a second thought, I shifted into my pure grey coated wolf and ran freely. I guess I lied when I said I was just ordinary. I mean I was, but I was also somewhat special because out of all the wolves I have encountered, I am the only known wolf who has a pure grey coat. Most wolves had multiple shades of fur or were purely black or white. I knew this was dangerous. I didn't know the territory or even where I was going, but I did know that I wanted to get as far away as I could from my mate. Why, why me? Why on earth would I be paired with a monster like Wilder? As soon as that thought registered in my mind, I regretted it. I may hate him, but my wolf sure did love him. I can't do this. I can't ruin my whole life because of him. I know what I had to do. * * * "Greg!" I shouted in relief at the sight of him. "Where is Alpha Wilder?" I got straight to the point. "What's it to you?" "Look Greg, I really need to talk to him. So, if you don't mind, just tell me where he is!" I knew I shouldn't have taken my anger out on him, but I couldn't stop. Greg seemed to have an even shorter temper than me. Standing at his full height, he towered well over me, coming up real close so our chests were almost touching. "Don't disrespect me, pup." His voice was hot and I practically felt small specks of his spit flt at me. "You can't go around ordering people. There is no way-" "Gregory!" Suddenly, as if there was a mute button, he stopped talking. With a smirk playing on his lips, he told me the Alpha was in his room. I wanted to question his change in heart, as he quickly went from screaming in my face to looking mischievously with his smile. "It's on the fourth floor. There's only one room there, don't worry you'll find it." Happy that he was listening, I smiled and thanked him. See, all he needed was for me to scream at him back. Using his directions, I finally found myself planted right in front of what should be Alpha Wilder's room. My mate's bedroom. I was going to knock but realized the door was slightly ajar. "You look stressed." A voice commented. Unfamiliar, but I knew it belonged to a female. "I am stressed." A deep voice replied. Unfortunately, very familiar and belonging to Alpha Wilder. "Tell me what's wrong." The girl cooed. I knew I shouldn't have been listening and that Wilder would be furious if he knew I was, but then again, he has another woman in his bedroom, I should be the furious one. "I don't feel like sharing." His voice was soft and caring. Something so strange to my ears. Why has he never spoken to me like this? "You always tell me what's wrong." The girl mentioned. "I told you, I'm not in the mood to share," Wilder spoke again, a little less patiently now. "Well then let me give you a hug." No. He'll say no. Since when does the bad-ass Alpha give hugs? Especially when he has a mate. He wouldn't. Oh, but he did. I may not have seen it, but I sure as hell felt it. Our connection was stronger the closer we are to each other. I could practically feel what he felt. I sensed his fury, his confusion, but also his relief that there was someone there for him. That someone should have been me. "Thank you, Emily. You should go down and eat now, I need to finish some paperwork anyways." His voice was so delicate, I almost forgot that it was Alpha Wilder. "Alrighty." Realizing that the girl would walk out the room at any moment, I ran down the hall only to realize there were no more rooms to hide in. Who makes a floor with only one room! Reaching the end of the hall, I tried sticking myself to the wall, looking almost invisible. I tried sticking my stomach in as much as I could to make myself more visible. You would think as a werewolf I would be ripped with flat stomach or abs, but no. Sure, I used to be thinner a few years ago, but when my father died a lost a lot of motivation to work out and go out. So I gained some weight, sue me. The girl, or Emily as Wilder called her, walked straight from his bedroom door to the stairs, walking down without another backwards glance. I felt more self conscious when I noticed her perfectly thin physique. Is that why Wilder didn't accept me yet, I wasn't good looking enough? I felt utterly and completely broken. I felt as if my heart had been smashed into millions of pieces. I could even feel my wolf's sadness as it mixed with mine. He never wanted me. What a hypocrite, telling me that I couldn't talk to boys while he himself had a girlfriend. My sadness formed into anger. I felt disgust for him and any respect I had for my mate was gone. Without thinking, as everything I do now a days start like that, I march into that room ready to confront him. Ready to yell, my words get mumbled between my lips at the sight. In front of me he stood half naked without a shirt. His toned chest stuck out, making me almost drool. Key word: Almost.