Spare For The Alpha

The Treehouse

I woke up in tears for the first time in two years. Remembering the old Quinn, my Quinn had been like remembering a whole different person. He had changed.

He had no interest in finding his fated mate on his birthday, he told his parents it was me. His father dragged him around to my home and chucked him on my bed where I was sleeping in his t-shirt and a pair of knickers, tear-stained cheeks from all the crying I’d been doing. When we realised we weren’t in fact fated mates, he was furious. It was just us in the room at this point and he screamed at me.

He told me I was just a seductress, trying to fool him so that our family could be a traitor to his family once more.

After that, I didn’t see him for six months. The maids would gossip which is how I found out most information and heard about Emily. Theo had missed me, and his mum wanted to train me to be Luna. So that’s when it all began, the training to be Luna and the horseback rides with Theo. He was my angel in a thunderstorm.

When I saw the same delivery driver, walking up the path again, I raced downstairs. I didn’t even care how I looked, if we were fated then he would think I was beautiful anyway. I opened the door and waved hello as I signed for my parcel. My heart skipped a beat as he smiled at me. His husky voice was so sexy!

As much as I wanted to pull him into the house and ask him to take me right there and then, he wasn’t our guy. We weren’t mated. I thanked him for the parcel and said goodbye. I couldn’t help but be disappointed. The first new male I had seen in years and possibly our only chance at finding our mate.

I sighed as I crawled back into bed. I told my mother I was sick so she would turn Mrs Alpin away and tell Vivian not to come round today, only Vivian did come. As chirpy as ever.

She barged into my room to ‘tell me the good news’.

‘Quinn is going to be a Daddy. I will be a Grandma. My beautiful daughter-in-law Emily is pregnant.’ She sang the words like they wouldn’t feel as sharp as knives to me.

I got out of bed and I ran. I ran out of the house and into the garden. I ran right to the back where the fountain was. I squeezed through the hole at the back which Quinn and I had created when we were younger. Either the security wasn’t very good, or they just didn’t care about the gap in the hedges which we had created, so that we could sneak into the treehouse on the other side together when he was in trouble with his father.

I wasn’t sure that I’d fit through the gap or if the treehouse was still there, but I squeezed my body through the gap with a bit of a struggle. To my surprise, the treehouse was still there. Just as I remembered it. Right in the back corner of the garden. I was going to sit here in silence for a while, before taking Pippin and trying to leave the forest. If the foal could flee, then I could too. Worst case scenario, I’d get high on the forest mushrooms, which didn’t even seem that bad right now.

I climbed the ladder, checking around to see if anybody could see. Nobody wanted to see a crazy lady climbing a ladder in bare feet and no pants. f**k, I wasn’t wearing pants.

As I pushed the door open, with a bit of strength as it creaked, I looked around. Our board games were all still there. Our notice board was there too. I walked over as I touched the map we had created together in search of treasure. There were instant photos pinned to the board from when I had received an instant camera for my tenth birthday. We took it everywhere with us, capturing our adventures. Oh, the day I got Pippin. I smiled at the memories of when I received Pippin on my eleventh birthday, a present from Quinn. He demanded that was what I’d receive as I loved unicorns so much. He strapped a horn to her pink bridal and told me that she was the closest he could get to a real unicorn.

I think that’s when my heart began to feel flutters when we were together. The time when I used to sing ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ as I picked the petals from daisies, hoping the last petal would say he loved me. Oh the memories, I sighed as I turned around. Only to be face-to-face with Quinn. Who was crouched in the corner of the other side, behind the door with a drill and some screws scattered all around him. He had a smirk on his face, one I wanted to punch. I just looked at him and began to walk out the door as he pulled me back, inside, closing the door and pushing my body up against it. My breath hitched. He caught my breath immediately.

His hand was on the door next to my head as his body leaned into mine, his eyes level with mine. As he pushed his body into me, I felt him harden in his pants against me. I pretended not to notice but my cheeks gave me away. My body was a traitor. He smirked, tracing his fingers over the spot I was to be marked. Marked by him one day or not at all. The touch of him doing that sent shivers into my body as I lost control and felt my knickers dampen. I wasn’t even wearing any pants to cover them. This was humiliating.

He looked down at my knickers and then back up at me, as I bit my lip involuntarily. I didn’t mean to do that. I had absolutely no control over my emotions, my feelings or my reactions to them. I did have control over what I did though. I was never going to give him my body first, no matter how badly it craved and wanted him.

How badly I craved him.

‘Nice t-shirt.’ He said, smirking. I looked down and realised I was wearing his T-shirt. The one I’d had since my eighteenth birthday, the one he left behind when he was getting changed into his party clothes on my eighteenth birthday. The t-shirt I dressed in the night his father tore him out of my arms, and the one I didn’t take off for days until we realised we weren’t mates because I didn’t want to lose his scent. I’d never touched it again after that. I didn’t even realise I still had it, so how had I ended up in this top for bed last night?

I didn’t even have an excuse, not one that would make me look less desperate. I was standing in the treehouse we played in as kids, wearing nothing but his T-shirt and a pair of lacy knickers. Now wet knickers, which he could smell. Being a werewolf meant you could smell arousal on others, you could smell when someone had been having s*x, but most of the time you just ignored it. It was normal for werewolves to mate and want to be with each other constantly.

I started to speak, to say anything other than nothing, but he wiped his thumb across my lips ‘Shh, Clem. I know why you’re here.’ He whispered into my ear, his breath on my neck started driving me crazy. No, I had to resist, no matter how right it felt.

He stepped back as his eyes drew up and down my body then began to laugh ‘It must be so hard for you, hoping Emily will die so that you can finally ride my cock.’ He laughed more as he turned around, crouching back down and began drilling in the corner he was in earlier. ‘She’s pregnant you know. I’m getting the treehouse ready for when my pups can come up here and play.’

‘Congratulations.’ I uttered, before opening the door and beginning to leave.

‘’I know it’s hard for you. She’s not going anywhere. But if she ever does. I’ve got loads more seeds to spread. I can put pups in you too. Don’t worry about it.’ He declared, with a grin that didn’t seem real. Maybe I just expected more from him.

I stood in shock, feeling hurt, emotions running high as I tried my hardest not to cry. I knew my eyes were going to glaze over so I needed to leave.

‘Congratulations, again Quinn. Emily will make a wonderful mother. You’ll be a great Dad too, just like your father.’ I snapped before I climbed back down and squished through the gap as quickly as possible.