The Alpha's Gamble - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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After writing five full pages of misspelled words and frantically pouring my emotions into my diary, I slammed it shut and stared at the green leather. I drew my finger in the indentations on the binder where I would scratch when the anxiety didn’t leave me after having written it down. Sometimes it worked, and more often than not it didn’t.
But it was my only outlet when the rage consumed me like that or when the emotions became too much for my body to shield.
Like a bomb protected by cardboard, that’s what it felt like.
My dad was out there somewhere right now, I wondered if he’d met Mom, or if the guys just brought him here to torture me. Without noticing, I was scratching deeper lines into the leather, my nails pressed into the torn piece and peeled faster as the heat spread through my finger. The screen on my phone lit up beside me, pulling my attention from the now crimson-stained wooden cover that had been revealed. Turning my finger over, I saw the skin that had peeled off and watched as it healed itself within a minute, the skin pulling together and gluing back in place like it never happened. That was one thing I hated about being a werewolf, the pain never lasted very long.
Grabbing the phone I saw Nate’s name pop up next to a message.
Nate: we’re doing another, ride. Wanna join?
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
I jumped off the bed and changed the dress into something more comfortable, something I could run in. Maybe I should be wary about going with them again, last time nearly killed me but I needed an outlet and my gut was telling me that this was it.
Whatever they were getting into, I just hoped it would let out some of this steam from my system.
Before running out of my room I cast a look at the framed picture of the Auburn Academy building, in front of it was the headmaster, four Elites, and the General- the best trainer they had.
It was simple, as long as I didn’t get caught with anything that would land on my record, that Academy would be my home next year. The angsty feeling I’d been carrying for the past few days enveloped me when I thought about what I was about to do, but technically I just couldn’t get caught.
Nobody was waiting for me downstairs so I walked out of the house, picking up speed when I heard my mother’s shrieking voice in the kitchen gushing over the gown she saw on Marissa at the last event they went to.
A car stood warmed up on the pavement, but it wasn’t Noah’s, his black Impala stood in its spot over by the hedge next to three other cars, one was my mom’s and one was Jack’s, the third I had no clue who owned. Logan’s silver BMW roared to life and he honked when I took too long to get in.
Nate sat in the passenger seat and smiled when he turned his head, watching me buckle my seatbelt.
“Glad you could make it,” he winked.
“Glad you asked,” I leaned back with a smile, swallowing over the lump of anxiety that pushed its way up, and tried to focus on my breathing.
Logan drove off without saying a word and we left the pack.
The further away we drove the harder I was biting my tongue and eventually I couldn’t keep myself from asking.
“Isn’t Noah coming to this?” he was always a part of their shenanigans. Nate turned halfway, looking at Logan who in turn shot him a glare before looking in the rearview mirror, meeting my gaze.
“No,” he said, gripping the wheel tighter, spinning it in his hands when he drove off the highway. We passed a sign ‘Desentown’, I hadn’t been here before but I was just happy that they didn’t drive back to the Timber Pack. Don’t think I had another round in me with those maniacs.
Something was bothering me, Nate didn’t look away from Logan and his features shifted into worry, I focused on his jaw which he clenched over and over before he finally looked back on the road.
A heavy sigh left Logan’s lips and he locked eyes with me through the mirror again, but this time they carried more than their usual apathy. Was he afraid??
“And you won’t tell him about this.” His voice was dark, severe even, a warning tone I hadn’t heard before. He was always lighthearted, even when he shouldn’t be. But now he seemed almost worried when he looked back at me, worried and angry.
“He doesn’t know what you’re up to?” I asked, shifting further back on my seat.
“No.”
“And you’re not going to tell him?”
“No.
“Why?” I asked.
Logan slowed down as we entered a town; it wasn’t a pack, so I assumed we’d just drive through it. Everyone here was human, and I was not about to release my psycho on those poor bastards.
Two dark piercing eyes glared back at me through the mirror, even if he didn’t want to answer he could just say so.
“he’s busy enough as it is,” he said, turning his head back. My brows furrowed and I knew he wasn’t telling me the whole truth, but if I added the pieces together myself then Noah was probably staying at the pack deal with my dad being back. Nevertheless, it felt like a dumb idea to do this without him. In their little group, Noah was the only one that people respected; the others were considered leeches who spread evil wherever they walked. Not that anyone was wrong to think so.
But it was my only outlet when the rage consumed me like that or when the emotions became too much for my body to shield.
Like a bomb protected by cardboard, that’s what it felt like.
My dad was out there somewhere right now, I wondered if he’d met Mom, or if the guys just brought him here to torture me. Without noticing, I was scratching deeper lines into the leather, my nails pressed into the torn piece and peeled faster as the heat spread through my finger. The screen on my phone lit up beside me, pulling my attention from the now crimson-stained wooden cover that had been revealed. Turning my finger over, I saw the skin that had peeled off and watched as it healed itself within a minute, the skin pulling together and gluing back in place like it never happened. That was one thing I hated about being a werewolf, the pain never lasted very long.
Grabbing the phone I saw Nate’s name pop up next to a message.
Nate: we’re doing another, ride. Wanna join?
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
I jumped off the bed and changed the dress into something more comfortable, something I could run in. Maybe I should be wary about going with them again, last time nearly killed me but I needed an outlet and my gut was telling me that this was it.
Whatever they were getting into, I just hoped it would let out some of this steam from my system.
Before running out of my room I cast a look at the framed picture of the Auburn Academy building, in front of it was the headmaster, four Elites, and the General- the best trainer they had.
It was simple, as long as I didn’t get caught with anything that would land on my record, that Academy would be my home next year. The angsty feeling I’d been carrying for the past few days enveloped me when I thought about what I was about to do, but technically I just couldn’t get caught.
Nobody was waiting for me downstairs so I walked out of the house, picking up speed when I heard my mother’s shrieking voice in the kitchen gushing over the gown she saw on Marissa at the last event they went to.
A car stood warmed up on the pavement, but it wasn’t Noah’s, his black Impala stood in its spot over by the hedge next to three other cars, one was my mom’s and one was Jack’s, the third I had no clue who owned. Logan’s silver BMW roared to life and he honked when I took too long to get in.
Nate sat in the passenger seat and smiled when he turned his head, watching me buckle my seatbelt.
“Glad you could make it,” he winked.
“Glad you asked,” I leaned back with a smile, swallowing over the lump of anxiety that pushed its way up, and tried to focus on my breathing.
Logan drove off without saying a word and we left the pack.
The further away we drove the harder I was biting my tongue and eventually I couldn’t keep myself from asking.
“Isn’t Noah coming to this?” he was always a part of their shenanigans. Nate turned halfway, looking at Logan who in turn shot him a glare before looking in the rearview mirror, meeting my gaze.
“No,” he said, gripping the wheel tighter, spinning it in his hands when he drove off the highway. We passed a sign ‘Desentown’, I hadn’t been here before but I was just happy that they didn’t drive back to the Timber Pack. Don’t think I had another round in me with those maniacs.
Something was bothering me, Nate didn’t look away from Logan and his features shifted into worry, I focused on his jaw which he clenched over and over before he finally looked back on the road.
A heavy sigh left Logan’s lips and he locked eyes with me through the mirror again, but this time they carried more than their usual apathy. Was he afraid??
“And you won’t tell him about this.” His voice was dark, severe even, a warning tone I hadn’t heard before. He was always lighthearted, even when he shouldn’t be. But now he seemed almost worried when he looked back at me, worried and angry.
“He doesn’t know what you’re up to?” I asked, shifting further back on my seat.
“No.”
“And you’re not going to tell him?”
“No.
“Why?” I asked.
Logan slowed down as we entered a town; it wasn’t a pack, so I assumed we’d just drive through it. Everyone here was human, and I was not about to release my psycho on those poor bastards.
Two dark piercing eyes glared back at me through the mirror, even if he didn’t want to answer he could just say so.
“he’s busy enough as it is,” he said, turning his head back. My brows furrowed and I knew he wasn’t telling me the whole truth, but if I added the pieces together myself then Noah was probably staying at the pack deal with my dad being back. Nevertheless, it felt like a dumb idea to do this without him. In their little group, Noah was the only one that people respected; the others were considered leeches who spread evil wherever they walked. Not that anyone was wrong to think so.
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