Rejected By My Alpha, Claimed By The Basilisk

7

Calhoun

March 5th

Finally after all this time, she’s right here.

I can barely breathe thinking about it.

I watched her yesterday, just for a moment too long, but she didn’t notice or maybe she did, and just pretended not to after all I’m dating her mother. f**k, I hope she does. What does she think of me? Does she see it? The thing between us?

She said nothing about the locked doors. I wonder if she suspects me. She told me she was leaving. I didn’t remember the remaining thing she said but her voice sounds so sweet like a melody, so soothing it makes me anxious that I might f**k this up.

We fit together perfectly. She doesn’t know it yet, but she will. I’ll make sure of it. One day I can tell her every twisted thought. Will she be afraid? Disgusted? Or will she smile again like she used to, and tell me she’s been waiting for me to say that?

I can’t stop thinking about her.

I’m losing control again. My suppressors are slipping out.

But more importantly, I heard she was the Luna to the Obsidian moon pack Alpha. And judging by the scowl on her face, she isn’t a fan of him. I noticed the way he looked at her then at me.

I close my journal, taking my phone in my hand and dialing her number.

“We need to talk,” I said in the most professional voice I can muster.

I smirked when I heard her sigh. It was one in the morning and I’m calling for work. Anything to make her stay with me and only me.

“Book a flight to Peru tomorrow. We have a business to submit and prepare portfolios for the Terex vaccine.”

I heard her curse silently. My hearing senses are pretty useful for these kinds of things. “Sure, Mr. Vale.” She replied in her most polite tone.

“Calhoun. Call me Calhoun.” I muttered when she disconnected the call. I wish I could say that but it’s slipping boundaries that she’ll hate me for.

An incoming mail pings across my desktop speaker. I already know who it is. As a first hand victim of insomnia, I could tell his disorders have kicked in again. I quietly read through his emails stating what went wrong this time.

Colin has repeatedly r***d his wife in his moments of sleepwalk and it makes him feel withdrawn. I still remember the day he broke down crying. He was a werewolf and his wife was human, not his mate but he cherished her and her silent sobs every night after the deed made him depressed.

I prescribed hydrolyzine for a milder start then if it gets worse I’ll switch to a stronger dose of benzodiazepine. Satisfied with my recommendations, I leaned back into my office chair then reached for my glass of whiskey and took long sips from it.

I’ll be travelling to Peru with her.

I should pack my suppressors. I won’t be happy with myself if I hurt her in my moments of carnal lust and unbridled strength.

I walked up to the tall grey fridge in the corner scanning the items in there. The suppressors will last me for up to two weeks and the trip was ten days max. I can hold myself until then. It always keeps me functional, sane but whenever I go too long without it, I feel starved and hollow and feral.

I moved towards the window, staring at the dark garden where lights couldn’t reach.

The only sounds were the eerie sounds of the heater humming.My reflection stared back at me. I reached for my phone and typed my email to her making it look as professional as possible.

I opened my travel case, put a few clothes in and some other important stuff, then I stared at my suppressors and it stared right back at me.

After a moment of contemplating, I shoved a few in and zipped the bag shut.

Whatever happens let it happen.