Zevran.
"I'm not wolfless anymore and if you don't believe me, I can prove it to you. Let's just meet at someplace quiet. Come with your brothers and we'll get all of this over with." Leilani said with a shrug, and heavens help me, I did not know how to feel about that.
I wasn't sure I liked how casually she was brushing off the supposed mate bond between us. Or is it because of that Frostclaw guy?
I shook my head. "When did this happen? Since when have you known?"
Leilani seemed to frown at that. She shrugged dismissively, stepped away from me and plopped into a very soft-looking sofa. Then she whispered; "What?"
"Since when did you find out you had a wolf?"
"I've known for a while now… but, come on now, Zevran Stormborn, it's not your business. Is it?"
"Of course, it is!" I yelled so loud, she dropped the remote control in her hands in shock and turned to me quickly. "How could you not tell anyone about it? How could you have been quiet all this while?! Do you know that everyone believes you're a runt?"
She shrugged. "And they can keep believing whatever they want to. It's none of my business!" She snapped, picking up the fallen object. "However, I cannot seem to wrap my head around why you're so affected by it," She drawled teasingly, tilting her head to the side as she watched me closely, "…if I didn't know any better, I might've said that you seem… regretful."
"Watch your tongue, Leilani!" I glowered, feeling my face heat up.
I couldn't possibly be blushing right now, right?
'You're definitely blushing!" Morwen, my wolf, pointed out and I instantly blocked him out of my mind.
I couldn't blush. I have never blushed. And my first one certainly can not be because Leilani was right in front of me, watching me with curious eyes, a small smile playing on her lips and mischief glinting in her eyes.
Definitely not.
'Then why's your face so hot? Why's there that creepy smile on your lips?' Morwen continued and I lowered my gaze, cursing under my breath.
'Shut up!'
"Zevran!" That was Leilani, not Morwen. When I finally came through, I found her watching me skeptically, her arms crossed over her chest and her face pulled down into a frown.
It wasn't until that moment that the tantalizing smell of food seeped into my nostrils and I gulped, looking around the pretty cozy space that screamed: LEILANI! and smiled.
"Your house looks lovely."
"And you've overstayed your welcome in it." She retorted sharply, causing me to gulp again before dropping my eyes.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I being so… emotional? So strange?
"So…so you have a wolf?" I croaked out, noticing the discomfort on her face before she walked away to head into one of the rooms. She came out moments later with a large red apple and plopped back down into her chair.
"I just told you I do." She snapped and then bit into the fruit.
I couldn't help but watch her while she ate, and goddamnit, for the first time in my life, I was jealous of a fruit.
A freaking fruit!
I was jealous of the way she bit into it, whilst wondering if she would ever bite into me like that. I was jealous of the way some of its juice wet her already juicy lips… The way she would moan whenever its sweetness hit her tastebud, wondering if she even realizes she's moaning around me.
And then, I realized to my horror that she still hasn't asked me to sit.
She didn't want me here.
But I wanted to be here. So I sat.
"That's good news, really." I whispered, unsure of what I was saying, but knowing that I wanted to remain here. That I wanted to keep looking at
her. That I wanted to keep admiring the way her flimsy night dress hugged all of her curves so seductively.
I cleared my throat. "It's a good thing. At least, now you'll not feel so secluded from everyone else. You'll not feel so different…"
"And what in my demeanour makes you think I want to be just like everyone else?" She snapped, placing the half eaten apple on her table, while I, on the other hand, had to fight the urge to pick it right up and kiss it.
Wait… what?
I was gradually becoming a pervert… a creep. There's something seriously wrong with me!
I stilled. "You don't?"
"If that's the only thing that'll make you guys consider me as one of you then I don't want it. Now, please if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to have dinner then go to bed. We're done here."
But I did mind.
I wanted to have dinner with her.
I wanted to go to bed with her.
Goddess, what in hell is this?
I dropped my gaze as I slowly rose to my feet. She stood up too, folding her arms across her chest as she regarded me coldly.
"When you've come up with a place… and time for it, let me know. I'll be right there."
"Oh okay," I drawled, not missing the way she slowly began to walk towards the door, as if quietly asking me to leave.
I also began to follow behind her and stopped when she stopped by the door, pulled it open and turned to smile at me—but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
She said; "It was not nice seeing you today, Zevran. And I only hope that this does not become a habit."
I blanched. My brain blanked for a moment at her words and then I shook my head in embarrassment. "It won't. It really won't. I'll make sure of it."
"Thank you." She whispered, and then stepped away to create enough space for me to walk past.
But for some reason, my heart then began to beat frantically in my chest. A sudden sweat broke out on my forehead. My hands and neck felt clammy. And Morwen, the wretch, began to feel restless.
I really did not want to leave.
Maybe I shouldn't leave…
"Alpha Stormborn, goodnight." Her impatient voice fleeted into my mind and I nodded.
"Okay."
But before I stepped out, I quickly leaned in to peck her cheek before she even had the chance to react and then I slammed the door shut behind myself before she could curse me out.
I didn't wait to hear what she had to say and rushed off to my car, driving off like the devil had put some of his burning coal in my pants.
Why the hell had I done that?