TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

I'm discharged earlier due to no injuries or scratches from the attack but still grateful for the brief opportunity to just rest from the whole school drama.
The next day, however, I couldn't escape from it. I am more nervous to walk down the school hallways but Xena had my back through most of it. We've grown closer with every interaction and I know we were destined to be friends.
The sun is exceptionally hot today and worse of all is we have P.E. I'm mortified, not because I despise running - far from it. I had somehow managed to escape running infront of everyone else at the Moon ceremony but today, the sun was out and bright and the whole class were to participate in the running exercise. It isn't a race but I couldn't risk exposing my very inferior physical prowess.
The run begins once the gym teacher blew his whistle. Into the vast green landscape of a backyard the school owned.
It is somewhat a of jog. No one is supposed to be breaking a sweat, yet with much of my might, it's such a struggle to keep up with their taller and more agile bodies. Times like this, I wonder if I should ask for a physical boost as well as a masked presence.
Despite the stress I feel, the wind and my wolf feels somewhat free. "Hey, shorty."
I wish I can tune out his voice that breaks through my reverie, enlisting a very slight headache in my brain.
"Shorty."
I ignore his ever humorless taunt as he calls to most likely me again. He runs at my pace, just by my side. Here he is, trying to casually spark conversation while I'm wheezing for air and struggling to survive.
I speed up, straining my muscles to get away, forgetting who he is - a powerful alpha and for him, keeping up with my increase in pace is nothing.
"Freya." He calls me once more and I snap.
Since it's impossible to run and explode into a fit of aggravation all at once, I come to a sudden halt. I'm gasping for any gush of air I can get in my lungs and my chest contracts and expands painfully. It takes minutes for my breathing to steady but it does and then I turn to
Silas, scowling at his amused face.
"What is your problem?"
"You sure you're okay? You looked like you couldn't breathe for a second."
Of course I couldn't, but I can't admit that.
"That's not the point right now, Silas. Do you want something?"
I see a flash of something like hurt in his cold eyes. Definitely it can't be, because he's the heartless Alpha prince, arrogant and unrepentant without a shred of humanity.
Maybe it's something else and definitely not hurt. But my chest does constrict a bit. Guilt pangs at me for being so cold after having my life rescued, but it needed to be done. Even if he had a chewy center, I still need to stay clear.
"I haven't seen you since the ceremony." His voice sounds softer than the usual arrogance laced tone he pulls off effortless.
It almost made my heart melt for a second but then, I remember the rumors about him and Elena.
"Don't worry about me, I'm peachy."
I try to walk out but he's holding onto me again, just like that night. He tries to say something but we're interrupted by an angry coach. "What are you two doing here? You're supposed to be running!"
We both freeze in place on getting caught. I almost want to dash off before it gets worse but I know I can't. We had been caught the same way on the ceremony night by the same teacher and now, we had unconsciously repeated the same offense. There's no way Alpha boy's privileges is going to get us out of this one.
"You two wait behind after P.E infront my office." With that, he stalked off in obvious anger.
I sighed, knowing what's going to follow. More and more, it seemed like there is nothing but bad luck when he's next to me.
An hour late and we're seating on benches just outside his office after rearranging the sport equipment room and sweeping up the race tracks. I'm sore in my joints with sweaty pits, my brown hair clinging to my face from moisture. I look like a sweaty monkey while Alpha boy next to me still retains his flawless glow, like he hadn't done anything.
Everything about it only infuriates me more but I say nothing, sitting quietly on my own side of the bench with enough distance from him - enough to avoid triggering another bad luck. But I forget how truly annoying he is, how putting some distance between us isn't enough for him to let me be.
He slides over to my side, staring at me intensely for some reason. I feel his blue eyes watching me and it gets annoying pretty fast.
"What?"
"You look like shit."
"Really? I look like shit? That's all you can say after getting me in trouble? This is all your fault!"
"Technically you're the one that stopped running. I was perfectly fine jogging next to you." He answered matter of factly.
I groan out, folding my hands and looking the other way - choosing to do what I should have done earlier. Ignored his ass. Another wave of silence engulfs us again. He's still staring and I still pretend like I'm unaffected by the pressure of his eyes.
"I'm sorry about what happened at the ceremony." He speaks suddenly, starting with an apology. His tone is soft as before. I try to remain firm but he speaks again. "I should have known when we were crossing pack borders. It's never happened to me before. I've never not been aware of my surroundings. I was distracted and you almost got hurt."
Was he really trying to take all the blame right now? My walls shatter, watching his shoulders sag suddenly, very different from his usual well squared and raised ones that stand tall and proud. Right now, he's blaming himself for something that was my fault.
I couldn't take it.
"Hey, I was the one that ran the wrong way. I should be the one apologizing for causing such a riot. You only rescued me. If it wasn't for you, I would be..." my words pause at the mere thought of what could have been.
An omega doesn't stand a single fighting chance against rabid pack- less rouges. I could have died right there, on my own, without a single soul to tell what had happened to me. The thought of it is terrifying.
He remains silent, probably realizing the truth in my words, realizing that I had indeed put our lives at risk. It's okay if he realized it finally, though the thought of him thinking I am some fool scared me. For some reason, I want him to think highly of me?
Now, I sound laughable and pathetic.
"You probably think I'm some wimp, screaming and passing out right when we were attacked." I say the words without thinking. Essentially, I thought out loud.
Why it was one of my many fears, I still hadn't figured out, but it plagues my mind. What does he really think of me? I want to know. "I don't." He spoke suddenly. I looked up at him wide-eyed, not expecting him to actually answer my useless rant.
"What?"
"I don't think you're a wimp."
"Why?"
"Yeah, you screamed and passed out when we were attacked, but it takes more than a wimp to stare back at a crazy Alpha wolf and speak your mind in front of the whole school." He gives out a light chuckle.
Really, he's going to use himself as a gauge to determine my fearlessness? It's laughable, his pride, but... the edges of my lips couldn't help but twitch up slightly, amused by him in every sense.
"So, you finally agree you're crazy."
"Only to you. Don't tell anyone else I said that." He grumbles. It only makes me burst into laughter.
The laughter vibrates from my depths and shook my lungs. The laughter eases my tensed muscles and makes me feel relaxed. The laughter is what I had needed.
He stares at me, dazed like he's seen something most intriguing my face and in my eyes. His eyes show a certain light and it reflects in the amusement that dances in his gray orbs, piercing right at my defenses. "What are you looking at?" I subtly feel my cheeks go hot. "It's the first time you've shown me anything other than distrust and annoyance. Are you perhaps warming up to me, Freya?"
I roll my eyes playfully at his presumptions. "You wish." Whatever the atmosphere had been before is gone. It's lighter and more breathable and oh my goodness, I don't see it quick enough but his lips descend on mine in a swift hypnotic movement, taking hold of them and conquering my breath.
Sweet soft lips rob me of reasoning and self-consciousness in the few seconds of impact and leave me in a sea of want and desire. I'm drowning faster than I've ever been and it's addicting and alluring all in one, till I realize what the hell I'm doing - giving in to this freaking playboy.
What comes next is as fast as the kiss had been.
I pull away one second, the next my palm crashes against his left cheek.