Achilles Heel

The Pull

I nodded, "Skye was blocking it from me...I-I don't know how b-" 

"You don't have to explain anything," he smiled softly.  His hand moved down to my knee.  I know that it was meant to be a simple reassuring pat on the knee, but my body was reacting to his touch.  My eyes stared at his hand, and my mind began to race.  

'I wonder what else those large hands could do.' 

"They can do a lot," he chuckled.  

My eyes shot up to his, and I knew I was blushing, "did I?" 

"No," he laughed, shaking his head, "you didn't say that aloud.  But you are staring at my hands and I can feel that you are aroused.  Don't worry, I won't be able to mind link you until you are officially in the pack or I mark you." 

Looking at him, I could feel his amusement, but below that was the same arousal.  He tried to hide it with a playful smile, but the more I focused on it, it began to feel palpable.  I began to feel confident.  I put a hand on his thigh as I leaned up to his ear.  Ignoring the sparks shooting up my arm he shivered slightly as my lips brushed the shell of his ear, "keep hiding behind your smile.  I can sense your arousal as well, Alpha." 

When I backed up he was looking at me with dangerously dark eyes.  They weren't just filled with lust, they were filled with his wolf as well.  

"Don't tempt me," his voice playfully growled. 

"Hello, Shadow." 

Shadow closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath.  He was inhaling my scent.  

"Alpha we've arrived," a voice said over the intercom in the SUV.  The vehicle stopped, and a moment later the door opened. 

"DID I SAY YOU COULD OPEN THE DOOR?" he growled.  I couldn't see his face as he'd turned to the driver, but if looks could kill. 

The driver hurriedly shut the door and his attention turned back to me.  I wasn't afraid of his wolf.  Though the driver looked terrified, and his voice sounded like he was going to murder the poor soul, I wasn't afraid of any part of him.  Reaching out I put a hand on his shoulder, "close your eyes." 

His eyes travelled to my hand, and flickered back to me, momentarily.  I let my hand drift down to his heart as I crawled into his lap and wrapped my arms around him.  

I could feel his anger, and while Skye had shut me out, I not only wanted him to be calm, but I felt like the closer I was to him, the less alone I was.   

Slowly his arms began to wrap around me as I began to play with his hair, massaging his scalp.  I felt him burying his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.  I closed my eyes and began to hum a song that my father sang to me when I was little.  Achilles began to relax into my arms, and I felt his rage melt away.  After a few moments, I began to release myself from him.  

"Where are you going?" 

"You have a pack to tend to," I said simply.  Lastly, he let go of my hands, and part of me felt sad.  I knew that he was right there, but he still felt too far away for my liking.  

He opened the door and instructed the driver to get the bags, and put them on his floor of the pack house.  Then he turned to Magdalena and Atlas and pointed over to me before leaving.  I felt the tug on my stomach get stronger as he made his way inside.  

"You okay?" 

"Yeah," I nodded to Mags, "where is he going?" 

"Meetings," Atlas said shortly.  The three of us made our way to the door where Janna was waiting with a very annoyed looking Sam, "Janna.  Betta Sam." 

"Where am I going to be staying?" Janna whined, "that car ride took forever, and I definitely need to treat myself to a snack and a spa night.  This pack does have a spa somewhere close, right?" 

"Actually, Janna, it is per Alpha Achilles instruction to give the both of you a tour," Mags smiled, "and then once you both get changed, you will have your first training session with our class tonight.  I'm sure we could arrange for a 'spa night' though afterwards.  You may require a masseuse." 

"I'm already disliking you Martha," Janna replied with a glare.  

"Don't worry, Miss. Janna," she replied kindly, "the feeling is mutual." 

With that, she turned on her heel, leading us into the pack house with Sam and Atlas following behind us.  We headed straight through an entryway and dining hall, and back past the kitchen until we reached an elevator. 

"A service elevator?" Janna said disgustedly. 

"Yes," Atlas nodded as we piled in, "there is a service elevator, or if you prefer, the stairs.  Only certain people have access to the fourth floor, so you'll need to stick with your assigned guards, or find a higher ranked member in the kitchen to borrow their card." 

I stifled my laughter as we rode up to the fourth floor.  When the doors opened we were dropped in front of a large hallway.  There were four branches, "to the right here is for Achilles and his guests.  The left is reserved for Atlas and I, and our guests.  The both of you will be staying on his side.  This whole floor is for the Alpha  and his family or guests." 

"What about the ones shooting off-right and off-left?" I asked.  

"Just off right is prohibited to go down," Atlas said quickly, "and off left is where our father, younger sisters and brother, and grandmother reside." 

"You guys have a sister?" 

Magdalena looked towards Atlas and he nodded, looking rather unhappy with himself, "My father had many pups.  Our oldest brother, Apollo is the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.   Then is Ares, who is the beta to Apollo at Blood Moon.  Next is Achilles, who leads our pack, Dark Moon.  Then is myself.  Next would be my younger sisters Athena and Artemis.  Then is our youngest brother Aiakos  and finally our kid sister Arachne." 

"That's a lot of A names," I laughed, "And all greek mythos too." 

"It was a running theme with our father," Atlas smiled, "but anyways, the tour must continue." 

He led us down the set of stairs, and explained that the third floor was for the beta, gamma, and their families and guests, and that the second floor was for high ranking warriors.  By the time we reached the main floor I was pretty hungry, and we'd stopped for a break in the dining hall.   Achilles was there, and as soon as he caught hold of my scent he looked, but said nothing.  I felt a pulling at my stomach as he shook off whatever thoughts he had and went back to the conversation he was having with a very leggy blonde.  

I felt Skye growl internally as the woman reached over and touched his forearm. 

'I told you he's garbage,' she growled.