The possessive alpha

31.

Taylor

I paced in the kitchen, with my arms crossed over my chest. He didn't say that to me. He didn't. He couldn't have stooped so low he had gotten to his brother's level.

This wasn't Ryan. I knew that for a fact. Something had pushed him too far, but he didn't have any right to speak to me the way that he had. What was his problem?

I surpassed the urge to scream my lungs out. As much as I wanted to, there were people sleeping throughout the house with very good ears. I had to do something.

I needed a breather, to run or something. But seeing as how that stuff turned out last time, I couldn't. I brushed the falling strands of hair from my face and nearly groaned.

Fuck. I realized how addicted I was to Ryan. He was almost the only thing to make me calm. I wanted to be mad, fuck I was mad. Every emotion was bottled down to the fact he and I were mates. That's it.

I leaned against the wall breathing out harshly. It wasn't my fault I couldn't control my anger as well as I needed to, it was the fact I was never really this mad in my lifetime.

The red dots in my vision had just begun to fade when someone interrupted my peace. "What got you so worked up, huh?" My eyes darted open to see Anna crossing her arms at the opposite entrance way.

I pulled the ponytail from my hair and redid the mess to make it look somewhat nicer. I didn't answer instead I continued to stare at her blankly. As cheeky as she was I wasn't going to put up with anyone as of now.

"Taylor, were friends- you can tell me." I sighed and shifted my weight onto my other foot. Why was she even bothering? She would just choose her brother's side in everything that I would say.

I held back everything that I wanted to spill. "Why does it even concern you?" I snapped. Her eyes dulled, and glanced at the wall on the side of me. Turning I noticed the large hole that I had put there.

"You've never been this mad before, Taylor. I'm just looking out for you." Anne raised her hands up in front of her chest like she was trying to coo a wild animal. I flared my nose and just stared at her.

"What do you think I'm too weak to look out for myself too? Is that what you think? I know for damn sure I can save myself and do whatever I need to without anyone's fucking help!" My eyes were never taken away from hers. I could feel my wolf coming to the surface, something I hadn't felt in ages. The feeling felt great to have her back, but I was telling at someone who didn't deserve anything.

"No,no,no! Taylor I didn't mean that at all!" Anne looked terrified. I watched as she took a step back. "I'm allowed to be mad, Anne." I changed the subject. Anymore about weakness and my wolf was going to burst.

"Yeah, I know. Did Ryan say something? Taylor he's stressed right now with the wedding, the baby, and-" I stopped her dead in her tracks. How the hell did she find out about what happened. Narrowing my eyes it looked like she wanted to take back everything she had just said.

"I'm not going to freak out. Tell me what the last one was." I said. Asking for her to repeat what she was going to finish.

"Taylor, you've got to just talk to Ryan. Your not the only one upset about everything, I mean he's under so much stress. You've got to understand not everything's about-" a growl escaped my lips, and I took a step closer to her.

"If you dare say everything's about me you will regret it, you wouldn't understand." I snapped. Anne's eyes narrowed and she took in a deep breath.

"Do you even know what the fuck is happening?" She snapped. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Please tell." I growled back, ready to hit something or someone. I didn't care who it was. Her light eyes grew even lighter when she breathed out something so faint even I couldn't catch onto it.