Crossing The Line |Sequel To Not Your Lap Dog|

Chapter Five

Reggie

I sigh and lay my phone down. I had to go to another werewolf meeting and while we all took a break for a moment (the discussion got pretty heated after Betty called me a fucking idiot for trying to fight a gang of vampires and a pack of werewolves). I'll admit that I wanted to rip her in half at that moment and Archie and Moose had to hold us back because I'm pretty sure we were both absolutely fine fighting it out right here. 

Braeden hasn't been answering. He was asleep when I left, but he usually doesn't sleep this long. I send him a few text and I see that they're being opened, but I don't get a response. I try calling again and still don't get a response. I growl to myself and send a few text that I really shouldn't have sent. They weren't very thought out and could be taken as threatening, but what the fuck. I commanded him to be loyal and I'm pretty sure that means he has to respond to me in any way.

"He probably just left his phone open," Moose says and I sigh and nod. 

"Perhaps," I reply. 

"I could send Kevin to go check up on him if you want. He's just bored here anyways," he suggests and I nod. 

"That would be great actually," I say and smile at him. "Thank you."

"Of course man. You're my best friend. Well other then Kevin obviously," he says and I flash a smile and he jogs out. 

This'll be good. Braeden likes Kevin. They're close. Maybe Braeden will tell him something and say how he's been having a change of heart about this whole battling the Serpents thing and that he will willingly go talk to Cheryl and try and make her quit this and join the side which she should have been on from the beginning. We are her kind after all. I wish she would just realize that this affair with a Serpent is pointless. In the end they won't work because that's not her purpose. Our purpose as Alpha's is to find an Omega and lead our packs and if we don't have a pack, we find one to lead. 

"Do you even love him," I hear a voice ask. I see Archie leaning against the doorway looking past me.

"What kind of question is that," I snarl and now he looks directly at me. 

"You were saying all that aloud Reg. Not just thinking it. So did you get with him because you actually care about him or just because it's your 'purpose'," Archie asks and it takes everything that I have not to lunge at him. Become a wolf and tear out his fucking throat. 

"Don't ever speak that way to me again Andrews. Don't forget your place. I am the Alpha and I am in charge here. If you got a problem with how I do things then you can go," I snap and he doesn't seem in any way concerned. 

"You're dodging the question. Lashing out instead of thinking for a minute," Archie snaps back at me. I don't say anything. What is there to say to this arrogant asshole? "You know what, I'd rather be shunned for not being in a pack then be in yours. I'm out and so is Betty because this isn't right and I've tried ignoring that because I care about you, but I can't be around you if you're going to do this. Goodbye Reggie," Archie says and I watch as he walks out. 

The next few minutes are a blur. I sorta just lose control. When I finally begin to come back and realize what's going on, I stare into a mirror, well a piece of the mirror. I apparently shattered it. My hair is very messy and seems to be a bit longer, my eyes are a bright yellow, and I have very sharp looking teeth. "Did I turn," I whisper, running my fingers down the side of my face and then his in pain. My nails seem to have been replaced with claws and there's a small cut down the side of my face. "I don't remember turning," I say and look back at my reflection. I've begun to look more like my normal self again. I look around and see slash marks on the walls and what looks like a bite mark on a painting. "I've never lost control of myself like this before."

I shake my head. "I'll worry about this later," I whisper and smooth out my hair in the shards off the mirror. 

"They're waiting for you Reggie," Chuck says, leaning into the room and then looks around. 

"Don't ask," I grunt and walk out. It's going to be just a great fucking day isn't it.