Setting Boundaries (Book 2)

Chapter 3

The Alpha didn't return as quickly as I thought he would. I paced the room, bored, and began pretending I was walking on a tightrope to amuse myself.

My sister and I had a small tightrope in our backyard when we were little, just above a trampoline that caught us when we fell. Isla was the only one to ever make it all the way across. I nearly laughed at the memory until the door clicked open.

The Alpha stood in the doorway, glaring at me in confusion. I froze, standing on the tops of my feet, and holding my arms

I sunk to the flats of my feet and looked away from him in embarrassment. His eyes were fixed on me.

"Having fun?" He smirked, strolling into the room with my bags in his hands.

"My bags!" I exclaimed, cursing myself at how giddy I sounded.

"I'll clear out some room in my closet." I didn't even look up from where I was rifling through my bags.

"No need," I said wistfully.

"No?" He asked cautiously.

"No," I turned and smiled with snarky attitude. "I'll take them to whatever room I assume you were gone for hours preparing for me."

He snorted and shook his head, returning to his closet.

"I wasn't joking," I called back, my loudness dissipating with every word. He didn't turn around. I rolled my head back and forth trying to decide my next move and stalked forward.

I caught a shirt he had thrown behind his back.

"You really don't need to do all of this," I said somberly, my attitude now gone.

"Yes, I do." He looked at me with a serious expression. "You need room for your things."

He continued throwing things over his shoulders, clearing out a large section in his closet. I started folding some of his shirts and setting them against a table on the wall.

"What are you doing?" He asked, closer to me than anticipated. I shivered and set the shirt on the table.

"Folding."

"I can see that," He replied dryly.

"Then why ask me?"

"Sloane," He growled loudly, pushing my back up against the wall of the closet. I looked up at him frightened. "I understand that you're upset about your father-"

"I'm not upset about my father," I insisted loudly. He pulled his hand back from its position on my arm and put in over my mouth firmly.

"I understand you are upset about your father and that this is all new to you but, its new to me too. It wouldn't hurt for you to be a little cooperative."

He looked at me for a moment before peeling his hand off my mouth. I wiped his germs off my lips with my hand childishly and fixed my shirt.

He took a step back and watched me wearily.

"Well then can I at least ask you a question?" I said annoyingly.

"Of course," Came his gruff voice.

"What's your name?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your name," I looked up. He was staring at me perplexed. "You never told me your name."