Lust Season

Chapter 17: Reject the Slut

Madeline's POV

Marcos was singing along to the radio and I was silently admiring.

We had just finished breakfast at a small diner.

"Stay with me," he sang out loud and looked at me. I laughed and he held my hand.

Marcos pulled up through a curved drive through and in the front was a huge, white mansion.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

"Yes and soon to be yours too," he said and kissed my cheek.

My cheeks quickly turned red and he opened the door for me.

I followed Marcos up the steps and he unlocked the front door. I was astonished when I walked inside stepping unto the white, marble floor.

He disappeared into another room and I heard his keys thrown on the table. I followed him inside and noticed it was an office.

"What's this?" I asked.

"My personal office," he said and then grabbed a few papers out of his desk. He put it on the desk table.

I looked around the room. The walls were black with a big, dark red rug and a fireplace under the flat screen.

"Follow me," he said.

I followed Marcos up the big staircase and he walked down the hallways in front a huge door.

I was guessing this was the master bedroom.

"That day I woke up from that Kyle situation, who's house was it?" I asked curiously.

"My mother," he said.

He opened the big door and I followed him into the room. The room was also black and rich red. Typical romantic bedroom for a lusty Alpha like him.

Marcos turned around and unexpectedly picked me up before I bumped into him.

I was laid down on something soft and realized it was his bed.

Before I could say anything, he laid on top of me lightly.

"This will be our room," he whispered and his glowing hazel eyes stared back at mine.

"It will," was all I could say.

Marcos kissed my shoulder and then his warm hands trailed up my shirt and he slightly pulled it up.

He kissed my stomach twice.

"And this will be where my pups will be," he said.

He came back up and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"I can't wait to show everybody my mate," Marcos said. I ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair.

His chin was placed on my stomach and he admired me.

"I can't wait either," I said.

He pulled me up and I pulled my shirt back down. At that moment, there was a knock that we both heard come from downstairs.

"Who's downstairs?" I said.

Marcos stepped out of the room and looked down at the door.

"It's Azaria's father. Stay in the room," Marcos said and placed one last kiss on my cheek before disappearing down the stairs.

I peeked past the wall enough to see Marcos opening the door.

Then stepped in a man a bit shorter than Marcos. He had black hair and a black beard but it was shaved and not messy. His tired eyes were dull and he stared very seriously.

He was a big man, but not in a fat way. The man looked at him and then besides him, Azaria stepped in.

Marcos looked at Azaria taken back. He looked like he wasn't expecting her and I knew she would probably come up here and find me.

"Mr. Troyman," Marcos said.

"Hello Alpha Marcos," the man said. He sounded like a happy man but his face said other wise.

"Hi baby," Azaria said. She leaned in and kissed Marcos. When she pulled away, he looked at her bluntly then smiled falsely.

He knew I was watching.

"Hi," Marcos said.

"Shall we proceed into your office?" The man said.

"Of course," Marcos said.

"I'll be upstairs," Azaria said cheerfully. Marcos turned around and looked up at the stairs quickly.

I stopped spying and ran tip-toeing towards the room when I heard heels clicking up the marble stairs.

I was in the room racing around for a place to hide. I looked under the bed and noticed that the bed covers would hide me.

I quickly slid under and a minute later, I heard Azaria in the room. She was on the phone.

"I've tried everything," Azaria said softly. The bed above me shifted and I could tell she was sitting.

"He doesn't even care for me anymore. I swear if I find out Marcos is fooling around with another b***h, I will kill her."

"Trust me, he hasn't found his mate yet. I would know," she said.

Well you don't know everything now do you Azaria?

"He told me that right now wasn't the right time to have pups, so I was like whatever. Soon, we will. In a few days, it's the pack dinner re-union so maybe I could make Marcos drink a little more," she said.

"We both know his favorite is Vodka. Have you seen how he acts? Oh my gosh, I know!"

Interesting.

"Oh okay, just call me later. I'll be waiting for him up here," she giggled then hung up.

Azaria got off the bed and slipped her heels off.

She honestly thinks she could win at everything. Marcos isn't dumb enough to listen to what she says. He listens to me and I know he will.

Azaria started playing music and all I would hear is her walking around the room. At one point, she showered and I almost fell asleep.

Why was this meeting taking so long! I felt like jumping out from under the bed and just leaving but then that would start problems.

She hummed and then I felt her weight on the bed again.

After it felt like an hour, I heard footsteps down the hall and I knew it was Marcos.

The room door opened and Marcos sounded surprised.

"Hey," Azaria said.

"You picked a really bad moment," he said.

"Why? You're never busy after meetings," she said.

"My mother wants me to go pick up something at my uncles house," he lied.

"Come on. You can do that later," Azaria whined. She got off the bed and walked towards him.

I could hear her kissing him and something inside me really wanted to kill her.

I felt so angry but it took me everything not to say anything at all. I looked at the floor and saw that my nails were dug into the wood.

Woah.

"I can't," Marcos said. He knew I was in here.

"You owe me this," Azaria said angrily. She walked away from him and put on her clothes.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he told her.

"Whatever Marcos," she said and put her heels on. She stormed out of the room and he followed behind her.

They were too far for me to hear but I heard a door slamming. Footsteps came back up and into the room.

Marcos grabbed my two legs and dragged me out from under. I shrieked.

He hovered above me and he looked into my eyes.

"Really? Under the bed?" He smiled.

"Yup, and you really shouldn't be making promises to that b***h," I said angrily.

Marcos's expression changed into sadness. He lowered his face near my neck and I heard him breathing in my perfume.

"At the end it's going to be just me and you," he whispered in my ear. His accent and skin contact drove me insane.

"Why not..." I stopped when a shiver ran down my spine.

"You're shaking," Marcos said. "You know why? Bet you didn't realize that my hand on your thigh was making you react," he said.

I looked down at my thigh and Marcos squeezed it.

"Why do you do this to me?" I said.

"No, why do you do this to me? I couldn't stop thinking about you downstairs," Marcos said.

"I barely paid attention when Mr. Troyman was talking about financial situations. You drive me nuts, Maddy."

"You do too," I said. Marcos placed a soft kiss on my jaw.

"Are we going to lay down on the floor all day?" I asked.

"If you want to, we could," he laughed.

"Bed is better," I said.

"Even better if you didn't have this on," he said and looked down at my shirt. "Jesus Christ, I could stare at your boobs all day."

I laughed and pulled his chin up before he did anything crazy.

Marcos picked me up and I took my shoes off. He set me on the center of the bed and he laid next to me.

My dark blonde hair was sprawled across the pillows and I was secretly admiring him.

"Why do you find me gorgeous?" I said.

He looked at me.

"Your beauty is out of this world. You are absolutely stunning. Every single time I take a look at your eyes, my day is complete. Your cute little smile and pearly white teeth. Your sexy lips, god. I love those lips," Marcos said and his face came closer to mine.

He squeezed my cheeks like a fish and kissed me. I laughed.

"You're special to me, you really are. I wouldn't function a day without you. I need you. You're my mate, my life, my everything. If I wake up, and you're not next to me and I can't see you all day, guess who's going to be angry? Me. I'm going to be a miserable piece of s**t and this is why I need you," he said.

"Why don't you say this Azaria? She needs to know about me," I said.

"I told you Maddy. It's hard but at the end, we'll be together. I'll find something out, alright?" he said.

I nodded.

He pulled himself up on one elbow.

"Can I do something?" He asked.

"Sure," I said skeptically.

Marcos's hands reached out to my chest and they cupped my bra.

"Heaven," he said. "In my hands."

"All mine."

"All yours," I said.

"God is good," he said.

I laughed.