Challenge the Alpha

Chapter fifteen - Going Back

Indie;

I lay with my eyes closed, basking in the warmth of the sun. I could hear the wind blowing through some trees nearby, ruffling the grass against my skin.

A sense of belonging overcame me and a smile played on my lips as a hand gently caressed my stomach.

"I know you're awake," he whispered against my ear. His breathe tickling my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

He kissed the space behind my ear and his lips ventured down as his hand began to explore my body. Everywhere he touched burned, a whimper caught in my throat.

"Did you miss me?" He chuckled as he shifted to lay above me, resting his body on mine and forcing my thighs apart with his knees. My body felt hotter and hotter, the sun almost scorching across me.

"I asked you a question, baby girl."

I didn't know how to respond. Of course I missed him. Every minute. But my head was spinning, I was too warm, I felt like I couldn't get enough air.

"Indie ..?" He sucked my lip into his mouth as he thrust his manhood against my core and I moaned low.

"I missed you so much, Rollo."

"Then why didn't you come back?"

.........

I jolted awake. My eyes sore and swollen, my tongue practically dried to the top of my mouth. The room was still wobbling as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.

I was in my bed, although how I got here was foggy. An inferno was burning through my chest and pumping hot coals through my veins. I threw the duvet off and slid to the floor, I could already feel beads of sweat trickling down between my shoulder blades.

My head pounded, despite the fact I still felt a little tipsy, the hangover was already heavily setting in. I tried to blink away the fog clouding my sight and stand but the floor wouldn't stay steady, causing me to sway as if on a boat.

Why was I so hot ? Was I sick ? I stumbled to the bathroom and ran the cold water tap. I splashed my face a few times, dabbed a cool soaked flannel down my neck. It was like my skin still tingled and burnt where he had kissed.

I decided to take a cool shower to try and relax my body. To clean away the perspiration that was made my clothes cling to me.

'Then why didn't you come back?' His words rang in my head over and over as I soaped down. I had intended to go back, I still did.

Burying Ben had broken my heart, I had to struggle to pack up our apartment, his mother was a mess. And it had been weeks, I hadn't heard from Rollo at all, he had refused to see me before I left. The idea of going back to him to be pushed away like that ...I had drunk every day to try and subdue the anxiety that tore through my heart. He was probably over whatever had happened between us, forgotten I existed and been smashing Josie every night while my dreams tortured me. The thought made my stomach drop and my chest ache.

I pulled myself out of the soothing cool water and tried to face reality. I couldn't piece together how I got home, but it was still dark. I had been waking burning to the core more and more but I was sure I hadn't gotten enough sleep.

Looking at the clock, I was surprised to see it was only 10.40pm. I was usually still at the bar, one of the tenders lived down the road from me and would make sure I got home after close. Something felt different tonight.

My head was spinning still sure, I'd woken sweating from a dream of Rollo like normal but I didn't feel the normal weight from my now regular drinking habit.

I tried recalling my day. I'd woken late into the morning, taken a cold shower, packed up the last of Ben's stuff and taken them to his dear Mum, thought about calling Rollo ..then forced those feelings deep down and went to my usual spot at the bar. I was fairly sure I'd stuck with rum, been bought a couple of shots ..maybe sambuca ? Which was stupid of me, sambuce makes me forgetful and dribbly...

It suddenly came back to me. A soothing voice filled with concern, she carried me home and brushed my hair. She rubbed my back while I cried and snotted into my pillow, wailing about how much being away from Rollo made my insides hurt. Kimberley had seen me in my low, embarrassing state.

I needed to sit down. Why had she been here? What exactly did I say to her? Did she say anything to me, did Rollo send her ? Why wouldn't he come himself?

I threw myself back onto my bed and let out a huff. I didn't understand anything. I didn't know what I was meant to do anymore. I missed him so much and Kim had been here, there must have been a reason.

One text. One text from him after I left to let me know he wanted to hear from me and I would have rushed back there into the woods.

I needed some answers. I needed to figure out where the house was and I needed to go back. Even if he laughed in my face, I needed closure, to know that it was over. I pushed myself up and went to brush my teeth. He came bounding into my life as a god damn werewolf, he owed it to me to at least give me the reply he refused me last time. I was going back. But I'd need a few coffee's and to sober up first.

Rollo;

"Oh goddess, Rollo, right there!" Josie screamed from my tongue. At least one of us was enjoying it.

There has never been anything wrong with Josie, I used to find her quite enjoyable but now eating her out was a chore I didn't want. I didn't like the way she tasted, I hated the noises she made and my c**k had no intention of joining in anytime soon.

I stood and turned my back on her abruptly, not even giving her release first.

Not looking at her, I stomped into the bathroom,

"Get out."

"Rollo, please.."

"Get the f**k out, Josie."

I slammed the door and went straight to scrub her out of my mouth. Rinse and repeat, spit and scrub. I hated myself. Every time this happened. It was never a good idea. I didn't want her. I didn't want anyone.

'Tell her to keep the noise down, her yelling is extremely off putting.'

'Shut it, Clay, I'm not in the mood.'

'I'm just saying give some instruction, don't think of her as a girl, thing of her as a toy to f**k and get rid off, next time..'

'There isn't going to be a next time.'

Clay scoffed and went to sulk in the back of my head. He hated touching her as much as I did. He never got involved. With Indie he had forced himself into control, been desperate to feel her but with Josie, he left it to me and then wanted to lecture me on how I'm doing it wrong.

I hopped in the shower and tried to wash away any cell she'd touched. She was always so eager to feel me, tell me how she knew we were meant to be together. She didn't know s**t. I knew who I was meant for. It was additional stress to my night and meant another set of sheets to wash. Her stink would linger for days no matter what, it was disgusting.

I thought about going to sleep in Indies room. I hadn't let anyone touch it since she left. It was always going to belong to her now. Just like my heart and c**k apparently. I often dreamt of having her pinned beneath me, she would always ask if I missed her. I could never think of the words to tell her quite how much.

A smash and a snarl from downstairs grabbed my attention and Clay leapt up, clawing forward in my brain.

'What's going on?' I wrapped a towel round my waist as Clay pushed up to a run,

'I need to see it to believe it.' Was all he said.

Seconds later, I smelt her. The cinnamon, the Christmas morning. Was I f*****g dreaming?

I stopped dead on the stairs as I caught her, staring down a half dressed Josie ! God damn it. Clay howled and hopped in my head.

She looked thin, she looked tired and she looked like she might kill someone. She was my girl, my beautiful, fearless Indie.

It was only then that I noticed the crack was in one of the windows by the door, Josie's head was bleeding slightly and she looked unsure of herself.

I took another step down the stairs and Indies green eyes snapped straight to me, freezing me to the spot. I needed to touch her, I need to mark and mate her, let Josie watch, I don't care. But there was pain, a storm brewing deep in her gaze and I felt Clays rage in my bones.

"You two can have each other." She spat.

What the hell? She was already out the door by the time I reached the ground floor. All mine and Clays fury came flying out at Josie. She had said something, Indie wouldn't have said been like that, let alone attack her without cause. Her harsh words, Clay was out for blood and he was going to have it.

"What did you say?" My shakey voice was barely a whisper, I was so livid.

Josie was already backing away trembling, "nothing, Alpha, I swear."

'She's lying' Clay growled as he ripped through me and lunged for her.

Before we reached her, Marcus was in our way.

Fine. I'd kill them both.