Alpha: Twins of night

Chapter 7

Emma’s point of view 

She walks up to the unfamiliar person to get her backpack, slowly. She slows down to wait for him to catch up to her, but with his long legs he suppresses her. “Mathew” he calls out and the guy he called Mathew gives him the backpack at the next second. He bows slightly to him too “President Young”. She suddenly recalls that she doesn’t know his name, Emma is reminded how she didn’t ask his name that night either. She doesn’t even know what job he does. They are strangers. But her focus right now is on her backpack. He doesn’t have a pack nor knows a pack of werewolves. He may not be strong either cause of it. But she can sense his energy. It is close to an alpha or beta, if she compared it with the other packs she once watched. Her focus is on the phone inside her backpack and she is thankful she left it there, parting with it to what seems forever. He hands her the backpack and she grabs it. “Thank you” if she calls Jeremy, still, he can take him down so she can escape. He nods at her with a slightly upward curved lip that she doesn’t miss but still ignores. “Hi, I’m” “Miss Emma Lander” Mathew says not even giving her the chance to speak. That was rude but didn’t feel like it still. “Lauren” the guy beside her raises an eyebrow at her words but she ignores him. “I’m Lauren, not Emma” she didn’t even feel hurt by her words. She is no longer who she was and never should be, right. “Okay, I need to finally change clothes” she chuckles at their silence. Mathew bows and leaves as he glances at this boss’s glare and warning. But she didn’t pay attention to that either. “President Young, Miss Lauren” he nods at both and leave. It was quick but still he wasn’t needed for anything else. “I’m going upstairs to change to something else” he nods at her. She nods too hesitantly walking to leave. She comes to a stop. “What are you gonna do about my teachers?” “They were notified this morning, before you woke up” “Why didn’t you tell me then?” “I forgot” she almost rolls her eyes. ‘How could he forget when she mentioned it so many times?’ She turns and walks upstairs. As she walks she call out to him “Hey?! What was you name again?” “Andrew. Andrew Young” “Lauren. Lauren Bennett” she continues still with no stopping but slowing down as they talk. “I like Emma Lander better” she scoffs “I like it too.” She says with a smile and her eyes full of sadness. “But, it is Lauren now” “Wherever you say, Emma” her lips tighten ready to curse him but she disappears from his sight as she turns unto the corners. ‘Which room for I use now?’ She walks back to the room she slept yesterday. She opens the door only to find it empty. No bed, no drawers, only the curtains have stayed. ‘When did they even did all this?’ She slams the door breathing slow with her eyes reddening. Since she has no other option, and also doesn’t know where a bathroom is, she goes towards the bedroom Andrew told her from now on she would be sleeping at. She walks inside, and walks into the bathroom she knows where is at. She closes the door and takes clothes off, staying with only the underwear and purple bra. She hasn’t change in one day. As she puts on her loose sweatpants, she catches her shirt ready to put it on. The door suddenly opens making her turn around with only a bra on, her shirt isn’t even close the elbows of putting it on. Andrew barges in and grabs her waist slamming her soft body against the wall. He forcefully kisses her pink lips as she is still in shock of what is happening. “Hey?!” She exclaims at him trying to push him away. But as a human, she can’t compete on strength with him. He leaves wet kisses down her neck. She almost loses it too, which she finds strange that she will be like this one day. His wet lips trail down to her chest. She grabs his arms throwing her head back. Soft gasps leaves her mouth, and she knows he must know that, that spot, always gets her. She puts his hair on a fist as much  as she can and pushes his head back opening her view. She kisses his lips with more passion than rough that he was. He groans on her mouth. The hand that still has a hold of one arm of his suddenly tightens more and her finger nails deepen in. She wants to make him feel the pain. He grabs her back thighs pulling her legs around his waist. He pushes her more to the wall. She can feel him heating up, and she knows that should not be happening. “Andrew?” He hums as he goes to trailing wet kisses on her neck when she lets his lips go. “Andrew?” He hums once again. She pulls his head back again the same way as before. “Andrew?!” She can feel him burning up. ‘He wasn’t sick before. Is he..?’ His dazed eyes look at her like he knows only her. “Are you into heat?” He was fine this morning. “How old are you?” Now she thinks of it age doesn’t really matter at this situation. But shouldn’t he feel pain apart from his mate? Why did he come to her? He still looks at her dazed and suddenly he attacks her lips, tightening his grip on her bottom. He pushes her more to the wall, like he wants to squeeze her between the wall and him. Emma comes into a realization. ‘Mates? Impossible. That night...’ That night she gave him part of her own soul to bring him back.