You Are Most Welcome Alpha

ll੧੫ll ...Dignity and Character

I was not getting any sleep. I hadn't slept since the night of Thursday and it was now Saturday night. Hold up. It was 3 am, meaning it was Sunday morning now. Fantastic!

My mind was in the midst of filing away its thoughts, one after another very slowly in folders of heavy emotions. The reconciliation of Friday and Saturday were better off known as a blur and whirl of mindless motions.

For it being the end of April, it was usually hot and no, it was not my heat. My parents felt it and complained so too. Global warming, I tell you.

After a lot of consideration, I concluded to shave my legs so I could sleep in a grey bottomless and long-sleeved nightgown that ended by my mid tight. My parents didn't care what I slept in, even if I slept naked they would not care but it wasn't like I would.

My bedroom wasn't like one might think but maybe somewhat predictable: dull lavender walls with dark wood flooring and big enough to accommodate a single white framed bed against one corner with an ivory comfy chair with grey cushions for reading in front and an ivory colour desk besides. A small bookshelf, with only 2 shelves of randomly collected novels I had gotten over the years, was besides the large latched window opposite from the chair.

My desk was sprawled with overdue books I hadn't read, and some old math pages and chemistry notes I hadn't bother with disposing. Spotting the sparkle of my phone's screen atop book heap, I sigh.

I turned to face the wall, after hours of staring straight out the window at the moon and swaying lace curtains. My eyes were drooping, and I had felt the sleep beginning to allure me when I heard the floor creak. It was that one particular floorboard from in front of the window.

My fist clutches the pillow and very slowly, eyes shut as if it I was dozed off and adjusting, I turn. With a palm pressed to my mouth, warm and tight, Greysan straddled me over the sheets with another finger to his lips. His mouth twitched into a sad, apologetic smile at the sight of me panicking for a second. Sparks darted between us, his sides warming me.

He was dressed in a tight black shirt, half sleeved to show the muscles, I could hardly see in the darkness with heavy matching dark sweats. Those honey spools of eyes appeared to glow, amber shaded rings ringing both orbs with a softer golden hue center. 

I swore, and he removed the hand over my mouth reluctantly, placing them by my heads side in case he needed to silence me again. He was clearly a bigger fool than what I mistook him for.  

He couldn't have, why!

My eyes widen from all the possibilities of ways I could be caught, in a darkened bedroom alone with a guy. It would be the biggest outrage for years to come. 

I could smack myself the face. I should've known that text would have made him want to do something like this.

"Mani?" he whispered, his voice like a low noise from the back of his throat I barely heard. If not for seeing his lips move, I wouldn't have known he had spoken. "Everything is okay, deep breathes."

How could he know? Did he have parents who'd want to kill him for being in a bed with a female before marriage? Even the werewolf community here, before marking or mating, they'd be married. No matter what, having that wedding ring meant more than some Mate bond and this was a matter of dignity and character. By showing up like this in the dead of night was unacceptable.

Then there was the matter of how he got in. The house was warded with sensor lights in all directions, the ground floor armed with an alarm that would need disarming before stepping a foot onto. The security cameras though had been disabled since the past few days fortunately.