The Dark Alpha's Fated Human Mate

Chapter 6

After crying my heart out for twenty minutes, I pushed myself up off the floor, grabbed the basket that held some of my clothes and began packing. I threw my stuff in there not really caring whether it was folded or not. I tried not to think of what Jared had said because each time I did it hurt a hell of a lot worse. A light knocking on the door made me refocus my attention. There stood Conner with a look of pure anger on his face. I could only assume that he had heard what Jared said to me. “Come on Alivia,” he grabbed my basket and walked up the stairs. If there were people in the living room, they all scurried out as soon as they saw Conner and I walk in. “You’re going to be sleeping in my room.” Conner said over his shoulder and I let my eyes go wide.

“Then where are you going to sleep?” I asked feeling bad that he was giving me his room.

He gave me a smile and replied, “I’m still sleeping in there, but on the couch.” I raised my eyebrows in shock. I knew that Jared heard us and it felt wrong of me to take Conner up on his offer. I mean even though Jared is being a jerk and that he rejected me, stupidly a small part of me still cares for him. Nothing more was said by either of us as Conner led me down the hall to where his room was.

He put my basket down on his bed and sat down, patting the spot next to him. He gave me a wry smile and I gladly took the seat that he offered. Having no idea about what to say, I merely stared at my nails, wishing that they weren’t so chipped and disgusting. I was vaguely aware of Conner moving the basket off the bed because my eyes started to get tired. They began to droop and I was having a hard time fighting it off. “C’mon Ali, take a nap and I’ll go get you some food,” Conner whispered. I nodded and slipped underneath the covers, my head nestled in the pillow. I could smell Conner surround me as I fell asleep. It was a spicy, woodsy smell with mint as an undertone.

The door opened then closed, leaving me alone in Conner’s room. I closed my eyes and let my mind relax, trying to catch some sleep before Conner came back with food.

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I was dreaming of the ocean when all of a sudden the ground began to shake. Why in the hell is the ground shaking?! I shot up and opened my eyes to see Conner smirking at me. “What the hell Conner?!” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. “You just woke me up from the best dream,” the smirk on his face went even wider and he let out a chuckle.

“I brought you food,” he motioned to the tray in his hand. Oh. I felt my face get warm and I knew that it had be a crimson color. Conner sat the tray down in my lap and pulled up the swivel chair that was in front of his desk.

I picked up my spoon and took a sip of the soup that was on the tray. I moaned around the spoon when the soup’s flavor hit my tongue. Whoever made this was a freaking genius and they needed a handshake. After my third bite I put the utensil down and looked over at Conner who was playing on his phone. “Who made the soup?”

He jerked his eyes up at me and I saw a blush flood his cheeks. “I…uh…I did.” I sent him a smile and patted his leg.

“Well you did a good job,” the blush on his face grew about ten shades darker at my compliment. We both went back to what we had been doing previously. I continued to eat my dinner and Conner played around some more on his phone before going over and checking his f*******:. I could tell what he was on because of the obnoxious blue header and the endless news feed that littered the screen. I will never understand what the appeal of f*******: is. There was an endless line of questions running through my head and I knew that I needed at least one of them answered. “Hey Conner?”

“Yeah,” He turned to face me, his icy blue eyes soft and some of his blonde hair falling in his face. It was hard to believe that he was best friends with Jared. They were the complete opposites of each other, but I guess what they say is true: opposites attract.

“Does Jared know that I’m sleeping in here?” my voice came out shaky and there was a little squeak to it. Conner’s face was a mix of emotions after I asked. I could see the guilt and the anger in there.

"No, he doesn’t know that you’re in here,” he got out of the chair and sat down on the bed next to me. “And I don’t care if I get punished for this. You’ve had a hell of a hard life and now with Jared rejecting you, it’s going to be ten times worse.” I flinched a little at what he said. I knew that my life would be hard whether I was rejected or not. “You see Jared doesn’t want you, but he won’t let anyone else have you either.” I nodded knowing that much was true. Conner opened his mouth to speak again when the door to his bedroom slammed open. I didn’t have to look over to know who it was because I could tell by the smells that permeated the room. It was a scent that haunted my every thought and dreams. It was like freshly cut grass in the summer and vanilla.

It was Jared.