TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

: THE OTHER WOMAN
FREYA'S POV:
I feel like a home wrecker.
The type you see on TV, obsessed with the husband and trying to steal him away from his plane mundane life with his family.
The heartless kind that has no care for what the outcomes of her actions may be.
I'm not seeking him out though. He's seeking me and I've grown quite fond of his sweet stolen kisses and the ones that aren't stolen as well.
I tell myself even more excuses to prove what I've done what I'm doing is okay... but nothing seems sensible with being mad at him, cause he's eventually going to end up with the girl he is currently dating.
I am the other woman.
That single fact I've pushed down deep within me and justified because Elena is simply a spawn of Satan. It stands before me as unmistakable.
Yet I'm furious, telling myself I hate the Alpha prince for deceiving me...but, wasn't it I that let him kiss me again and again despite it all?
I chose to play along and delude myself. It made no sense as to why I'm so mad about it.
In a way, it's good, right? Instead of fighting the tide, I should go with it - wish him well, and try not to waver anymore.
Damn, I've been going on about how Elena needs an exorcism when I'm not much of a saint either.
I sigh for the umpteenth time this evening. Letting in a large breath and exhaling even longer, to alleviate the pain in the chest; only it only feels worse than ever.
Something weird is wrong with me for sure.
"I think I need to go to a hospital and get checked." I think out loud, staring up at the white ceiling of my warm cozy dorm room, lost in my own thoughts.
"I don't think they treat love sickness at some clinic." Xena scoffs, testifying to how off her mood is currently.
Ofcourse, I had suspected it earlier.
She's been on her laptop since dinner, typing incessantly on some report that's probably due tomorrow.
That's why I'm lost in depressing thoughts instead of talking to her.
"I'm not lovesick."
"You sure about that? It's okay to be, you wouldn't be the first girl he's caught in his web." She comments with her mind half divided.
I scoff, turning to her now.
"I am not lovesick over Silas of all fucking people on goddess' green earth."
"Why make it sound like such a bad thing? You guys always seem to have some kind of special connection."
"I see I've lost you to the dark side."
"Oh, c'mon. Stop overreacting. You could even be mates, who knows? When's your 18th birthday again?"
"That connection you think you see is nothing but attraction. Physical attraction. He's as hot as he is a prick."
"I wouldn't let just any hot prick make out with me though."
"Yeah, just Lucas, of course."
"There's no lie there. He is a devilishly handsome prick, but at least, I admitted to myself that I liked him at some point."
I remain silent now.
Ofcourse, she's right. The difference is that she actually had feelings for that ass.
In my case, I haven't considered him in that light. He hasn't been anything other than an annoying hot piece of ass that just won't let me be.
"I don't like him. Don't think I will ever set myself for disappointment like that. After all, he's to be mated in a few months."
Xena turns away from her computer and watches me for a moment, deeply. She then nods her head.
"You're right. Once he's mated with Elena, their wolves would be forced to form a bond similar to what is between real mates. They will desire no one else but the other. It's good that you never feel anything, I suppose."
"Yeah." I agree with the truth softly, yet a feeling unnerves me.
My wolf is restless.
I chide her for being selfish though and wanting something that isn't ours, which in turn affects our rational judgment.
She stubbornly rebels against me, so I shun her, pushing the feeling of her awareness within me, down and behind my mind.
She will be pissed when next I let her out but it needs to be done for our safety.
A knock echoes from the balcony door soft and cautiously, Xena and I share a look as we already know who it is on the other side.
"You going to answer?"
"I don't think I want to though." I sigh, already slipping into panic mode.
My palms grow cold and sweaty, an oxymoron in itself.
Xena sees my panic as well and offers a small understanding smile.
"It's fine, I'll let him know you're not feeling well."
I nod to her and she walks to the door, pulling it open only slightly and walking out.
SILAS' POV:
I rub my palm together, generating enough warmth for this cold night to keep me just a bit warm, while my heart is beating louder than ever in my ears.
It's weird.
I rarely ever felt the cold, and my heart had only beaten this loud on the battlefield far away from school; on dangerous expeditions with my father. Yet offering a simple apology feels more treacherous than fighting a dozen wild rogues all on my own.
Seconds ago, I had knocked on the door, now waiting for her. I doubt she will answer, however. Freya has always been stubborn like that. Not listening and wanting to have things her way all the damn time.
This would have all been over if she had been a little more swayable... but that's not Freya at all, is it?
In fact, I'm grateful that it isn't her.
She's a hard-headed wolf with this alluring flames burning within her and sucking me in in the process.
Although Lucas would hate this so much, but I don't think I can stay away anymore. Even if I mate with Elena and we have a dozen children and spend half a century together, I would never be able to stay away from her.
The door pulls open slowly and my anticipation rises to its peak. Unconsciously, I stand erect and tall, a bit too stiff.
I'm on edge here just by the mere thought of her presence.
Another thing she's able to put me on so easily.
It all falls apart however once Xena emerges, instead of Freya.
My shoulders slump quickly.
She steps out, closing the door firmly behind her. Her actions tell me enough.
Freya is definitely inside and maybe, unwilling to talk.
"Hey." She greets informally with an obviously constructed smile.
"Hey."
"She's uhh... she's not really feeling too well at the moment. Probably sick with something." "Then I will come in and see her," I respond.
I already made the decision not to leave without seeing her at least, even if she will not talk to me or listen.
"It's pretty contagious."
"Yet you were inside a few seconds ago."
"I have some immunity." She adds quickly while her facade slowly cracks with nervousness.
"Is she that mad with me?" So mad that I'm given terrible excuses she didn't even bother to construct.
Xena sighs, seeing as I already know whatever excuse she would make would most definitely be a lie. "She's just in a tough place right now. I didn't know what it is you did, but she seems really shaken."
"I don't know how to explain it either." How do I explain that my destiny has somewhat upset her and I do not know what to do or say to her?
"You have Elena though. Yet you're here with an expression like that."
"It's complicated." "Anyway to uncomplicate things?"
"No."
She becomes silent now, watching me with an emotion that resembles disapproval. It doesn't shake me though.
I could care less about what she thinks of me right now. The one hidden in the room is who is more important.
"Go back to Elena. Whatever you think you're doing with Freya should end." She states firmly.
I growl lowly while my wolf seethes from within me.
A lowly wolf as herself, commanding me as though I am at her level or some pet she can do with however she wishes to.
I could snap her like a twig in only seconds and the only thing stopping me is Freya.
"You should not anger your Alpha, Xena. Even with me entertaining your banter, we are on levels worlds apart. You might parade yourself as fearless and strong but you are nothing in my face." I growl, taking slow and steady steps towards her. It's a simple warning, showing how lucky she is that I am in no mood for violence. But anger me further, man or woman, I will not hold myself back. She shuts up, glaring fiercely while baring her wolf's sharp claws and her eyes shimmering a pale blue of her wolf surfacing.
Yet she steps backward, bowing her head to me unwillingly. When she's backed into the wall, the door opens once more. My wolf senses her presence before I can see her and ease like warm water rushes through me.
My attention moves away from Xena, shifting to Freya in a microsecond.
Her hair is a little messy but she looks well and in good health as suspected.
"Hey." She greets nervously, playing with her fingers tips in the most weirdly endearing way.
I turn to face her fully.
"Hey."