TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

: PLAYTHING
FREYA'S POV:
"What's with lover boy though?" Silas asks casually as he tags along despite my constant complaint.
He's insistent on following despite me trying to get rid of him for a while now.
Lunchtime is almost over and I'm famished, yet I'm unable to go to the cafeteria because he's bent on tagging along and that's the worst place to be seen together.
"He's so annoying." He adds, snarling in annoyance.
I sigh, simply looking up at him.
"You sure? He kind of reminds me of someone I know."
"Who?"
"If you really want to know, try asking the mirror in the morning." I quip.
He glares at me momentarily.
"So, are we going to eat or not?"
"Not."
"Are you really going to do this?"
"Yes. I'm not walking in there with you. I'd prefer we maintain a platonic friendship where we simply nod a greeting to the other when absolutely necessary in the open."
He snorts suddenly like it's a joke, chuckling a bit while looking at me. I maintain my stoic expression and his laugh fades instantly.
"Wait, you're serious?"
"Does it look like this is a joke?"
"You know I'm not going to do that, right?"
"C'mon, Silas. You're on a whole different level than I am and..."
"Yeah, yeah, you hate being seen with me and you're tired of me." He adds with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
I hear it even though he tries to pass it as a mere observation and he looks away, hiding the hurt in his eyes.
Regret fills me instantly.
I regret ever saying those hurtful words last time, brutally asking him to let me be. I never meant them, but it was necessary.
And I couldn't take them back now.
I decide it's best he believes it to some point, so he doesn't get too close but my heart stings watching him.
"We can be friends, Silas. But not in the open." For my safety.
"Yeah, sure." He responds dejectedly.
It's clear he's given up on pushing further.
I stand there for a second more for reasons unknown to him. I don't want to leave him here like this, not after hoping for this moment for days.
But too much is at risk and well, I shouldn't expect much from him.
I turn and walk away without another word.
SILAS' POV:
Just as soon as the final class ends, the class dismisses abruptly with almost everyone running out and exclaimations of joy and freedom everywhere.
But my eyes remain fixed on her, a good distance away from me.
Ofcourse, she had purposefully chosen that one to be as far as possible.
A hot sensation like fire burns within me watching Freya load her things into her bag as quickly as she can to escape.
No matter how much I try I can't shake off the resentment within me, it still burns.
She dared try to hide away from me. To distance herself from me.
It had taken a few days but I had finally found her after searching.
At first, I had suspected that Elena had done something but it was far from that. Somehow, some stupid law was pushed and she had to be transferred into the program for struggling students.
Luckily I'm an Alpha that makes such laws.
Her frizzy curly mass of hair falls over her face as she struggles to stuff one large book into her bag.
Unconsciously, I remember the soft springy texture on the pad of my fingers, the way her pretty always tries to get in her face, her habit of unconsciously pushing them away from her face when she's focused.
An urge builds within me to just reach out and tuck the hair behind her ears but I catch myself before I do any more stupid things.
She dashes out the door without a second more to waste once they're all in, but leaves behind her pen on the table.
Interesting.
Just when she leaves, the group of guys at the back of the class refusing to leave begin mumbling even louder than before.
The annoying mutt from earlier stares at her retreating back with his eyes lingering a bit longer than necessary.
My wolf growls at this.
I clutch onto the edges of my desk to hold myself back from doing something too drastic.
The way he watches her leave sets my blood ablaze and pokes at my rage.
But she wasn't even mine.
He notices my scowl from a few feet away, turning to me and turning pale instantly as our eyes meet.
In seconds, he picks up his bag, bidding his gang goodbye and leaving swiftly.
Runt.
Is that who she prefers hanging out with over me?
If it is, her taste in men is just a big joke. He has nothing else to offer her, he's weak and puny. I could snap him like a twig with one blow.
The thought of her being closer to another werewolf unnerves my wolf and he threatens to break free and take over, but I restrain myself.
I leave class, making my way to the dorm rooms. It's been a long stressful week transferring into a new building and finally catching her.
I step out into the cool evening air whishing around and I can smell the seasons changing. Autumn is almost here.
I walk for minutes before seeing the dormitory building a good distance away from school now.
The walk is enough to sort out the few things in my head, though half my mind is somewhere else, irking me only more.
Just as I approach, I see Lucas standing just by the entrance. As he spots me from afar, he turns fully, making steps my way.
"Silas, where have you been all day?" He asks with some urgency.
I remember no one else was aware of my sudden transfer asides from Freya.
Not like it's something that should remain hidden, I just didn't bother or care to relate my plans or whereabouts with anyone.
Yet, him asking like he has a right to know adds to my already present annoyance. "Nowhere," I respond curtly
He sighs, looking elsewhere while still standing in my way.
"Do you know how worried I've been, searching for you in all your classes? You missed Nature Chemistry and Combats gym class. Elena has been on my ass."
"I don't remember needing to answer to anyone," I growl. Lucas is usually nosey but lately, he's just been a tad bit too inquisitive in what I'm up to, which frankly makes him more questionable and annoying than normal. "C'mon, man, what's going on? Is this about that
Freya girl?" He says her name in a manner that seems almost disrespectful and rubs me off the wrong way instantly.
"You win some, you lose some. Just drop her case once and for all. We'll find some new plaything you can play on to keep you busy."
My rage peaks again and I'm taking a step further toward Lucas, menacingly looking straight at him.
"What did you call her?" My voice is low and threatening.
"This is a game, Silas. All this is some game to pass on time. The same game we play over and over again with countless girls. And just like every chick we come across, we drop their asses and move on." He points out more bluntly than normal. Despite the intimidation, he stands before me, unfazed with a frown wrinkled on his forehead.
I take a step back now, looking away. As much as I just couldn't admit it, he was right. This was all a game from the very beginning. There was nothing different between her and other girls. Eventually, she's going to be on her own and guys like her obnoxious friend would be waiting on the side to take up from where I left.
The thought of it alone though, a disgusted and uncomfortable feeling settles in my gut. I clench my fists at my sides.
"She's just... she's just different."
"Get over your ass, Silas. You're only smitten because she's a bit different and resistant to your charms. This attraction you think you feel right now is all in your head." He chides, implying that I'm being delusional.
"I don't need you telling me what to do. I'm already well aware of all that."
"Are you really? You have a fiance by the way and a whole lot more is riding on that." He questions. I pause for a moment now. He's right. Whatever hold she has over me, I need to shake it off.
"I know what I'm doing."
"I hope you do." He stares into the back of my head for a while before turning around and leaving me.
'I know what I should do' should have been my response.
I know what I should do, yet I find myself going the opposite way.
I should leave her alone. I should be pissed enough to never want to have anything to do with her, yet I spent weeks getting where I am. The line between wanting to win this bet and doing this because I want to begins to blur.