My Alpha, My Love

chapter 5- Octavia

I look him square in the face with determination. He looks at me and walks off, moments later he brings me a smartphone that isn't mine. "Sorry Octavia, when I found you, you didn't have anything on you. If you shift with your clothes on it destroys it. You can keep this phone and I can give you a ride home." He looks at me pouting, like a kid about to give up his favorite toy. I roll my eyes and take the phone, I start to pace back and forth about calling my mother. It rings three times and I hear her voice "hello who is this?" "Hi Mom…" "Octavia! Where are you I'll come and get you right now, are you okay?! Please tell me you're safe! I'm so worried..." I can hear her starting to cry over the phone. "Mom, Mom it's okay, I'm okay I have a ride home so don't you worry I'll talk to you guys when I get home later today see you soon I love you guys. Please call Alyssa for me and tell her I'm okay. Tell her thank you for everything." We talk for a few minutes longer and I hang up. I take a deep sigh and glad that I didn't worry my mom too much. I owe them too much to be a hassle I look over at Julian and he's on his phone typing seriously away. " Sorry to bother you with this, is there anyway I can get a change of clothes before I go home? " I have so many questions for him but yet none of them come out. I can only just stare at those big beautiful blue eyes. The eyes that haunted me for the past couple of months. "Yeah I can get you a new pair of clothes, you're wearing my sisters clothes right now. The room that you came from is my sister's room. We can go back up there or you can pick whatever you would like from her closet. I'm sure she wouldn't mind considering she never wears the same thing twice." He chuckles a bit and I follow him to to her room. As he's struggling through her closet wondering what I would like to wear, I can't help but notice him. His eyes are such a bright blue, every strand of his hair looks like it was shaped to perfection. Even though his shirt hides most of the scars I still see some on his arms and some on his face. He is so handsome that I can't help but blush just looking at him. "Octavia." I snap back to reality and stare at him, the blush over taking my face now. He looks amused as he hands me a pile of clothes. "I want you to try some of these on, they look like they might fit you. I'll be in the kitchen when you're ready to go". He hurriedly leaves the room and I can't help but be a little disappointed. Some reason I crave to be in his presence all the time, and I still have questions that I don't know how to ask, the major one is will I ever see him again. I throw on a pair of blue jeans and a baggy black shirt. I don't have any undergarments and I'm a little self conscious to go out there without anything. I grab the door handle and take a big sigh. `Okay, you can do this' I thought to myself.

As I walk to the kitchen I see him sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee typing away on the computer. He is so handsome I can feel my jaw drop a little. His eyes are focused on the screen, so much so that there's two lines in the middle of his brow. Frown lines are starting to form on his face. I can't help but giggle at the thought of flicking his forehead, the look of surprise he would have in his beautiful face. I realize that I don't want to leave. This strong connection I have to this man is overwhelming and I think I'm going to have a panic attack.