Breed by Alpha Jaxton

Chapter 10: fighting for air.

“Look I don’t want to fight or anything. Can you just calm down? Okay I’m sorry if bringing them here upset you. I’m sorry. Now come here and give me a hug.” He says softly.

I am still upset that he did that to me knowing how I feel but looking at the soft apologetic look in his eyes soften me up. You see I can never really stay mad at him. Juts looking into his green eyes has me softening me and reaching out to him already. My body moves before my brain can finish processing what is going on.

He wraps his arms around me as I breathe him in. He smells like himself and my wolf snuggles it up, soaking his scent and getting settles down.

We are close to emerging and at this point we can all feel the presence of our wolves just below the surface getting ready to come out and face the world for the first time and really see, feel, touch and experience the moon goddess’s green earth through their eyes.

There is a connection between the both of us and all my mind is telling me he might be my mate.

I hate fighting with him anyways. All our years of being friends I can literally count how many times we have had a confrontation or fought. We never do that. Most of the time when he gets annoying I leave him alone for a while and come back later so I don’t yell or something.

But things are rapidly getting heated between us. On one hand I think it’s because of the mating season that is closer and closer by the hour. Things are getting tensed up.

Like being In such close proximity with Him is making my body feel things. I don’t want to touch him inappropriately so I move out of his arms and stand apart from him and I can’t even bring myself to look him in the eyes. This is so embarrassing.

Like I said there is something about him that brings a weakness in me. It makes me feel weak to my knees and fills my tummy with butterflies. With no other option but to smile at him and smother the voice in my head telling me I should not let him off the hook so easily, that he has picked his friends over me time and time again.

The voices in my head that are yelling for me to get revenge and give him the silent treatment. The voice in my head that says he is going to hurt me eventually. He is going to turn on me and with them and hurt me really bad.

But if he wanted to do all of that he could have done it since and he has. Shouldn’t that be a good sign??

I don’t know.

He is still staring me down with those brown big eyes I dream about every night in my lonely cold bed. Brown eyes I see whenever I close my eyes I fear pulling me down to earth and comforting me. Now all I see in worry and doubt.

Is the doubt for me or him? I don’t know and I am afraid of what he is going to say if I ask him about it so I keep quiet and watch him watch me.

He does so quietly. Biting on his top tip, he does that whenever he is nervous. I said sometime when I stare at people with my violet colored eyes it makes them nervous. Like I can see through them to all their sins and pull it out or so he said.

What does he have to be nervous about anyways?!

It makes me wonder. Can my very best friend of many years wake up one morning and turn on me like the rest of the pack has done so far?? I honestly do not know and a part of me does not want to find out the truth of that. I don't think I could survive that.