The Prejudiced Alpha

Chapter 5

I stared at him in horror as his question hung in the air. Did I follow him? I erupted into nervous laughter. I would like to say the sound I made was sultry and sexy. Something that would have made me seem desirable while maintaining my cool, but I was too drunk for that. No, the sound I made was a sound that no human should ever make. It was shrill, erratic and awkward. It may have even startled the local wildlife. Jon stared at me in horror and I found myself wishing I could evaporate. Jon looked at me and his eyes softened as he burst out laughing. I was caught off guard. He laughs!? So far, all I had seen him do was scowl and frown at me. Now he was accusing me of following him and laughing at me. I had had enough. In a more reasonable state, I would have just walked away. A rational person would never have attempted my next move.

Him laughing was sending me over the edge. On one hand, the sound of it was so sexy. Deep and rich, he had a great laugh. But Jon seemed to hate me. Always looking but always frowning. Why!? I was enraged. I stepped back and with all my strength, and shoved him as hard as I could.

He didn't budge. Not an inch. As if to drive my humiliation home, when I tried to shove him and met the unmoving surface of his chest, I bent my wrist funny. I howled in pain as I started to pace around. I was praying the pain would fade because right now it was more than I could take. I had never had a very high pain tolerance and right now I was really not equipped to deal with this kind of pain. I yelped as I tried to move my wrist and it hurt like crazy. It felt like it was already swelling and knew whatever I had done, it wasn't good. I looked over at Jon and saw him studying me with a concerned look.

"I hurt my…..my….wrist." I said, starting to cry. I looked away embarrassed and horrified. Jon walked over and took my arm, examining my wrist. The moment he touched me, I inhaled deeply. There was something unsettling in his touch. A tingle or heat. I couldn't put my finger on it. He seemed to feel it too because he pulled away for a second and took a breath before taking my arm again.

"I think you may have sprained it," he said. He actually seemed concerned and I was so confused. I had sprained my wrist trying to shove him and now he cared?

"Yes, well." I started. I was unsure of what to say. Tears were still running down my face. I jumped as he took his other hand and brushed a tear away with his finger. I looked up in surprise. My eyes met his, his eyes looked completely black. Must be the dim light, I told myself. He still had one hand on my wrist and the other was now cupping my face. I realized he was leaning in and parted my lips as I waited for his lips to meet mine.

"JON!" Gabriel shouted, breaking the spell. Suddenly, Jon pulled away. He shook his head as he started to rush away.

"JON!" Gabriel shouted again, but he just took off. I watched as he ran into the woods, too stunned to even know how to react.

"Seriously!" I screamed. Now I was livid again. He let that moment happen and he ran into the woods. "Who does that!?" I raged. I was drunk, mad, and confused. I paced around, momentarily forgetting about my wrist. Gabriel was looking at me as if I was a bomb about to detonate. It annoyed me and I turned my wrath on him.

"What the hell is wrong with your friend!?" I screeched at him. He just stared at me and kinda shrugged.

"What happened?" He asked.

"He ran into the damn woods like some kind of animal!" I spat. I saw Gabriel trying to control his amusement and it annoyed me further. "What!? What is funny about this?" I demanded. I threw my arms in the air in frustration and the pain in my wrist finally brought me back to the present.

"I hurt my wrist." I said, starting to sniffle.

"Are you okay?" Gabriel asked.

"No. I think I sprained it." I said, embarrassed as the tears started again. Gabriel took my arm and led me inside so the nurse could look at my injured wrist.

Jon's Point of view

This was torture. The moment she walked in the door, I could smell her and my wolf was going crazy. I tried not to look at her, but it was no use. Everything about this woman drew me in. She was probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and all I wanted was to forget she existed. I hated her for existing. I hated myself for wanting her.

I had thought about this a lot since I realized Lacey was my mate. A human. First, I was just angry. I felt cheated. To wait so long! And a human! I had decided immediately to stay away from her. I was at odds with my wolf since then. He wanted Lacey. Badly. My wolf, Sid, hated me for denying our mate.

"We could have her if you would just remove your head from your ass." Sid growled at me as she came over making small talk. Asking me about the city. I made a curt reply which seemed to embarrass her. I immediately felt guilty. Dammit. I didn't want to be mean to her. I had promised Gabe I would try and control myself, but they were supposed to keep her away from me! I needed to get out of here. Her scent was vanilla and honey and something floral that I couldn't pinpoint. It was the most intoxicating scent I had ever smelled. It made every cell in my body want to grab her and ravage those full red lips of hers. To mark her and make her mine in every way. But what good would that do? I had been round and round with my wolf about this. Even if I could get past the fact that she was human, she couldn't live here among us. She was too weak and fragile. She would get killed or get someone else killed. She was also not fit to be the Luna of the pack. She wasn't a wolf. The Luna had to be able to protect the pack. Our weakest pack member could take Lacey out without breaking a sweat. She had no place here.

It wasn't just that I hated humans. Truth be told, I didn't like humans and I didn't trust them but Carrie and her family had me starting to question some of those feelings. The fact was, they were nice. They loved Carrie. I couldn't help but wonder if they would still love her if they knew what she was. Could Lacey love a wolf? I shook the ridiculous question off. I could only imagine bringing her home to meet my Mom and Dad. Actually, I couldn't imagine bringing anyone over there. My Dad's health wasn't great. It was something I didn't talk about. After my grandparents were killed, my Dad started drinking. At first, I think he was just coping, but then he started to drink more and more. He wasn't a dangerous drunk or anything. He had never hurt me or my Mom. If anything, you would be treated to an anti-human rant or he would drink until he passed out. It started to take a toll on his health after years of heavy drinking. He gained weight. He lost friends. He seemed to just stop caring about anything. My Mom stuck by him despite his drinking. Like him, she blamed humans for my grandparents' deaths. She also blamed them for my Dad's condition, reasoning that if his parents hadn't been killed like that, he would never have started drinking. Truth be told, she enabled him. She excused his behavior and blamed others. I had grown up believing that humans caused most of the pain in my life. And now here was another human causing me pain.

"You're hurting yourself, jackass." Sid snarled at me. "The pain would stop if you claimed her." I forced Sid back, blocking him out. I couldn't claim her. She would never be accepted. Not by my pack, not by my family. No matter how much I wanted her, and I did want her, I could never have her. We were just from two different worlds.