Sold to the Alpha With Silver Eyes - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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I stare at the window, watching the way the sun rises through the crack in the curtain. Three days. Three days I have been in this pack and yet I have not slept once. Not a single moment of real sleep despite the luxurious sheets and insanely comfortable bed.
If it had been due only to my trauma induced insomnia, I might be less upset. But instead it is due, in a large part, to the alpha snoring as if it was his job to be a band saw on a construction site.
Dev yawns behind me, no doubt rubbing the sleep he got from his well-rested eyes. The bastard looks annoyingly handsome with his messy hair and pillow seam squished into his face. He moves around and I find myself gritting my teeth so hard my jaw hurts before I pop up and throw the blanket back with a huff.
“What is wrong now?” Dev’s gruff voice floats to me, filled with annoyance.
“Nothing,” I snap at him.
“You have been tossing and turning all night again, huffing and cursing under your breath,” he sighs. “It’s impossible to sleep with you throwing a fit. Would you prefer to sleep on the couch? Or perhaps you are used to the ground?”
I roll my eyes and sneer at him in the dark.
“You have been snoring every night, so I highly doubt I kept you awake.” I grumble back, grabbing the blankets back again and laying back down.
“I do not snore.” He snorts.
“How would you know? Have you ever recorded yourself?” I shoot back at him and he grows silent. “Yeah, exactly.”
“Shit, I am so glad Leoni is back today.” He mutters. A fluffy pillow slams into my head, tossing me to the side as my mouth drops open and I scoff.
“Did you just throw a pillow at me?” I gape in his direction, but he says nothing as my anger boils over and I stand, throwing the curtains open.
He groans in pain, his arm flying over his face as I stomp over and shove the pillow directly into his face with all my weight, trying to suffocate the jerk. His hands reach out, one slipping behind my back, the other yanking the pillow from my hands.
I fall forward into him the moment the pillow is gone, my face slamming into his as he falls backward onto the couch. My hands sink into the bedding behind him as I try to force myself up, my lips pressed to his as I grow more frantic. He smiles under my lips, his body tensing as he sits up, helping me move my face away from his.
“Trying to smother me by any means necessary?” He asks, arching a brow as I struggle to get off his lap. I clear my throat, brushing my hands over my shirt to smooth it out.
“You deserve to be smothered.” I mutter at him, my nostrils flying in anger.
“That might be the meanest thing you have willingly said to me.” He says, that look of amusement still on his face I find irritating. “Who knew all you needed to get a personality was a little food and rest?”
“This isn’t personality, this is exhaustion…”
And comfortability, but I won’t ever tell him that. I am comfortable with Dev. He doesn’t abuse me. He protects me and instead of feeding me scraps after he has had his fill, he feeds me first and always offers me more if he senses I am still hungry. Dev didn’t just save me, he is actively saving me.
Dev exhales, standing from the couch, his body far too close for comfort as my heartbeat quickens. I look down, stepping around the coffee table to give myself more space. Dev moves around me, walking toward the dresser.
“I have an early meeting I need to get ready for. You should try to get some sleep while you don’t have to put up with my loud breathing.” He says, stepping around me in nothing but his boxer briefs.
I don’t notice how his back muscles ripple as his arms move while rifling through the drawers. And I certainly don’t notice his toned behind as he waltzes away to the bathroom.
It has been a long time since I have found a man attractive. Heck, it’s been a long time since I have had the luxury of even looking at a man.
Once the bathroom door closes, I make my way back over to his oversized bed and close the curtains before I crawl in. My muscles relax instantly the second I lay my head down, my body finally feeling as if it might fall away into a beautiful dream of restful sleep.
But instead heat creeps up my toes and fingers, ebbing its way up toward my knees and elbows, consuming me in a wash of panic when I realize where i am. Trapped in a memory of the one day I want to forget, the day I lost everything in the mouth of a flame made of kindling and betrayal.
I’m back at home, calling Travis down for dinner as I unpack the takeout I picked up to celebrate his fifteenth birthday. The room around me explodes, my body propelling forward as I slam into the side wall. Pain prickles through me as I try to pull myself up, only to feel something on my ankle.
I turn to look over my shoulder to find someone covering their face as they grip my leg and drag me away from the stairs leading to where my little brother is. Travis screams out painfully and my intestines twist as I try to fight myself from this person who things they are my savior.
My body clunks down each step, not a sense of care for my wellbeing as I am tosses to the side, away from the burning house.
My lungs ache as I suck in clean air, trying to clear them of the soot I inhaled, only to fall into a coughing fit. I find myself on my hands and knees, crawling back toward the steps leading into my home, but again, someone takes my ankle and yanks me back.
“Stay here, dog.” A hoarse voice grits out and my brows furrow, turning to look up at a massive warrior I have never set eyes on before. I scan around and notice a perimeter has been set up around the house, large men stopping anyone from entering or trying to put out the flames where my family is.
“MOM!” I roar out, my heart shredding as I hear her screaming for my father to get to Travis, who is no longer making a sound. “Please! That’s my family in there!”
No one gives a shit about what they are witnessing, everyone just watching as the flames take my world from me. I try to sprint in but I am grabbed at my shoulders, my head jostled as they shake me hard.
“No one enters. Alpha’s rules.” He says, his voice robotic and entirely lacking human emotions.
I grit my teeth, mustering all my strength as I deliver the full force of my kick to his genitals, taking sick pride when his face contorts and he releases me.
There is no time to waste as I sprint into the house, finding the stairs in the black smoke. My heart drops when I look and see the majority are missing, but then Travis lets out a heart wrenching whisper for help and I throw myself at the tops stair, my fingers grip tightly as my body swings, and then, in slow motion I slip, and fall.
“Travis!” I scream his name, just wanting him to know he isn’t dying alone.
I happily go with him as I land with a bone shattering crunch. Air is impossible to suck in, my lungs restricted as the taste of blood fills my mouth. The house creaks and I look up, watching as a flaming support beam comes crashing toward my face. I try to protect myself, but fail as pain takes hold for a mere moment and suddenly I am in darkness.
Voices echo in my ears, everything so far away at a distance as I am stuck in my darkness. I touch my face, hissing as I feel gauze and wetness. Everything aches, my head feeling like it might explode as someone takes my hand in there’s and cradles it. They say nothing, but their thumb gently stroke the top of tender skin, bringing me comfort.
“Edy…” My best friend’s voice makes me wince. She is so loud, so close, as I sense her presence and I squeeze her hand tighter. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
I can hear the pain in her voice, the way it breaks and how she sniffles.
She doesn’t have to say the words for me to know it. They are gone. All three of them, I can feel it, the hollowness in my chest. I try to move, but she gently puts her hands on my shoulders, pressing me back down.
I am jolted from my nightmare, feeling like I am pinned to the bed, my chest rising and falling as sweat pores from everywhere. It takes effort to suck air in as I gulp for the oxygen that seems to evade every attempt.
The room light flicks on as I sit up, clutching my chest, and I look over to see Dev casually strolling into the room with a plate in his hand. When he meets my eyes, he freezes, his brows pulling together as he seems to assess my mood. Then he places the plate to the side as he makes his way to me.
“Nightmare?” He asks like he is actually concerned. I shake my head no, unable to speak the lie of the words. “Then why are you so sweaty and flushed?”
I wave him off, shuffling to the bathroom as quickly as I can, shutting the door behind me. He knocks lightly and I clear my throat.
“Sorry, I was overheated, and I got sweaty, so I am going to shower.” I rush out.
“Take your time. I brought you a snack between meetings. Make sure you eat it and get your things packed. Leoni says she is ready to have you come stay with her. She is hesitant to stay alone as Hastings’ parents are staying here in the pack house.”
“Okay.” I mutter out, knowing I have nothing to pack. There is nothing I own of value, considering I met him in a sheer dress. I take a quick cold shower, rising the dream and heat of the memories away before I get dressed and step out again.
My eyes grow wide when I notice the numerous shopping bags on the bed with a note. I reach out with hesitant fingers and grab the letter with my name on it.
Eden,
Thought you could use some things so you can stop stealing my shirts and shorts. These should be your size. I will leave the rest of the shopping to you and Leoni. She has the pack credit card to get you what is not in here.
See you around,
Dev.
And just like that, he passes me off and washes his hands of me. I plop down on the bed, torn between the gesture of him buying me clothes and the meaning of the words he left me.
If it had been due only to my trauma induced insomnia, I might be less upset. But instead it is due, in a large part, to the alpha snoring as if it was his job to be a band saw on a construction site.
Dev yawns behind me, no doubt rubbing the sleep he got from his well-rested eyes. The bastard looks annoyingly handsome with his messy hair and pillow seam squished into his face. He moves around and I find myself gritting my teeth so hard my jaw hurts before I pop up and throw the blanket back with a huff.
“What is wrong now?” Dev’s gruff voice floats to me, filled with annoyance.
“Nothing,” I snap at him.
“You have been tossing and turning all night again, huffing and cursing under your breath,” he sighs. “It’s impossible to sleep with you throwing a fit. Would you prefer to sleep on the couch? Or perhaps you are used to the ground?”
I roll my eyes and sneer at him in the dark.
“You have been snoring every night, so I highly doubt I kept you awake.” I grumble back, grabbing the blankets back again and laying back down.
“I do not snore.” He snorts.
“How would you know? Have you ever recorded yourself?” I shoot back at him and he grows silent. “Yeah, exactly.”
“Shit, I am so glad Leoni is back today.” He mutters. A fluffy pillow slams into my head, tossing me to the side as my mouth drops open and I scoff.
“Did you just throw a pillow at me?” I gape in his direction, but he says nothing as my anger boils over and I stand, throwing the curtains open.
He groans in pain, his arm flying over his face as I stomp over and shove the pillow directly into his face with all my weight, trying to suffocate the jerk. His hands reach out, one slipping behind my back, the other yanking the pillow from my hands.
I fall forward into him the moment the pillow is gone, my face slamming into his as he falls backward onto the couch. My hands sink into the bedding behind him as I try to force myself up, my lips pressed to his as I grow more frantic. He smiles under my lips, his body tensing as he sits up, helping me move my face away from his.
“Trying to smother me by any means necessary?” He asks, arching a brow as I struggle to get off his lap. I clear my throat, brushing my hands over my shirt to smooth it out.
“You deserve to be smothered.” I mutter at him, my nostrils flying in anger.
“That might be the meanest thing you have willingly said to me.” He says, that look of amusement still on his face I find irritating. “Who knew all you needed to get a personality was a little food and rest?”
“This isn’t personality, this is exhaustion…”
And comfortability, but I won’t ever tell him that. I am comfortable with Dev. He doesn’t abuse me. He protects me and instead of feeding me scraps after he has had his fill, he feeds me first and always offers me more if he senses I am still hungry. Dev didn’t just save me, he is actively saving me.
Dev exhales, standing from the couch, his body far too close for comfort as my heartbeat quickens. I look down, stepping around the coffee table to give myself more space. Dev moves around me, walking toward the dresser.
“I have an early meeting I need to get ready for. You should try to get some sleep while you don’t have to put up with my loud breathing.” He says, stepping around me in nothing but his boxer briefs.
I don’t notice how his back muscles ripple as his arms move while rifling through the drawers. And I certainly don’t notice his toned behind as he waltzes away to the bathroom.
It has been a long time since I have found a man attractive. Heck, it’s been a long time since I have had the luxury of even looking at a man.
Once the bathroom door closes, I make my way back over to his oversized bed and close the curtains before I crawl in. My muscles relax instantly the second I lay my head down, my body finally feeling as if it might fall away into a beautiful dream of restful sleep.
But instead heat creeps up my toes and fingers, ebbing its way up toward my knees and elbows, consuming me in a wash of panic when I realize where i am. Trapped in a memory of the one day I want to forget, the day I lost everything in the mouth of a flame made of kindling and betrayal.
I’m back at home, calling Travis down for dinner as I unpack the takeout I picked up to celebrate his fifteenth birthday. The room around me explodes, my body propelling forward as I slam into the side wall. Pain prickles through me as I try to pull myself up, only to feel something on my ankle.
I turn to look over my shoulder to find someone covering their face as they grip my leg and drag me away from the stairs leading to where my little brother is. Travis screams out painfully and my intestines twist as I try to fight myself from this person who things they are my savior.
My body clunks down each step, not a sense of care for my wellbeing as I am tosses to the side, away from the burning house.
My lungs ache as I suck in clean air, trying to clear them of the soot I inhaled, only to fall into a coughing fit. I find myself on my hands and knees, crawling back toward the steps leading into my home, but again, someone takes my ankle and yanks me back.
“Stay here, dog.” A hoarse voice grits out and my brows furrow, turning to look up at a massive warrior I have never set eyes on before. I scan around and notice a perimeter has been set up around the house, large men stopping anyone from entering or trying to put out the flames where my family is.
“MOM!” I roar out, my heart shredding as I hear her screaming for my father to get to Travis, who is no longer making a sound. “Please! That’s my family in there!”
No one gives a shit about what they are witnessing, everyone just watching as the flames take my world from me. I try to sprint in but I am grabbed at my shoulders, my head jostled as they shake me hard.
“No one enters. Alpha’s rules.” He says, his voice robotic and entirely lacking human emotions.
I grit my teeth, mustering all my strength as I deliver the full force of my kick to his genitals, taking sick pride when his face contorts and he releases me.
There is no time to waste as I sprint into the house, finding the stairs in the black smoke. My heart drops when I look and see the majority are missing, but then Travis lets out a heart wrenching whisper for help and I throw myself at the tops stair, my fingers grip tightly as my body swings, and then, in slow motion I slip, and fall.
“Travis!” I scream his name, just wanting him to know he isn’t dying alone.
I happily go with him as I land with a bone shattering crunch. Air is impossible to suck in, my lungs restricted as the taste of blood fills my mouth. The house creaks and I look up, watching as a flaming support beam comes crashing toward my face. I try to protect myself, but fail as pain takes hold for a mere moment and suddenly I am in darkness.
Voices echo in my ears, everything so far away at a distance as I am stuck in my darkness. I touch my face, hissing as I feel gauze and wetness. Everything aches, my head feeling like it might explode as someone takes my hand in there’s and cradles it. They say nothing, but their thumb gently stroke the top of tender skin, bringing me comfort.
“Edy…” My best friend’s voice makes me wince. She is so loud, so close, as I sense her presence and I squeeze her hand tighter. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
I can hear the pain in her voice, the way it breaks and how she sniffles.
She doesn’t have to say the words for me to know it. They are gone. All three of them, I can feel it, the hollowness in my chest. I try to move, but she gently puts her hands on my shoulders, pressing me back down.
I am jolted from my nightmare, feeling like I am pinned to the bed, my chest rising and falling as sweat pores from everywhere. It takes effort to suck air in as I gulp for the oxygen that seems to evade every attempt.
The room light flicks on as I sit up, clutching my chest, and I look over to see Dev casually strolling into the room with a plate in his hand. When he meets my eyes, he freezes, his brows pulling together as he seems to assess my mood. Then he places the plate to the side as he makes his way to me.
“Nightmare?” He asks like he is actually concerned. I shake my head no, unable to speak the lie of the words. “Then why are you so sweaty and flushed?”
I wave him off, shuffling to the bathroom as quickly as I can, shutting the door behind me. He knocks lightly and I clear my throat.
“Sorry, I was overheated, and I got sweaty, so I am going to shower.” I rush out.
“Take your time. I brought you a snack between meetings. Make sure you eat it and get your things packed. Leoni says she is ready to have you come stay with her. She is hesitant to stay alone as Hastings’ parents are staying here in the pack house.”
“Okay.” I mutter out, knowing I have nothing to pack. There is nothing I own of value, considering I met him in a sheer dress. I take a quick cold shower, rising the dream and heat of the memories away before I get dressed and step out again.
My eyes grow wide when I notice the numerous shopping bags on the bed with a note. I reach out with hesitant fingers and grab the letter with my name on it.
Eden,
Thought you could use some things so you can stop stealing my shirts and shorts. These should be your size. I will leave the rest of the shopping to you and Leoni. She has the pack credit card to get you what is not in here.
See you around,
Dev.
And just like that, he passes me off and washes his hands of me. I plop down on the bed, torn between the gesture of him buying me clothes and the meaning of the words he left me.
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