wasn’t bending down to whisper to me, but rather open the door at which we had arrived.
I swallowed hard when I realized how close we were. My heart was pounding to a new unusual beat. My palms were sweating with tension. I felt so foolish when Hunter’s eyes meet mine and they didn’t seem to hold the same heat or the tautness of the moment.
“Yes?” Hunter whispered, leaning in closer for a second. His scent wrapping around me.
I shivered. I locked eyes with him, my wolf was practically screaming with desire. She was deafening in my head, and she was being just as impatient as Hunter, whose eyes dipped down to my lips. I knew that I was seconds from losing my composure and just going in for it.
“I…wait.” I pulled back, his words finally registering over the uproar of my wolf. “Damian isn’t your father?”
“Let’s go outside.”
Hunter opened the door pulling back from me both physically and emotionally. He was about to shut me out and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Part me thought it might be better this way.
If he were Damian’s son, even though he claimed not to be, then he would be an Alpha one day. He would be this pack’s Alpha. I wasn’t Alpha-mate material. I knew that for a fact. I didn’t like the spotlight. I didn’t like being at the top of the food chain. My wolf had been muffled my whole life, it wasn’t in me to become a pack leader. Not only that, but for me to be Alpha mate to a pack that hated witches, when I was part witch. My powers might be bound, but as much as I wanted to forget it, it would always be there. One day I would have to tell him. Hell I should have told him already.
The other part of me, the selfish part of me along with my wolf, wanted him. Wanted him to want me as well. Not to push me away, but pull me close. We were mates after all we were chosen to be together. While my body might know that, my head and heart were still catching up.
We moved forward to the railing. I saw the twins gathered around a group of younger looking pack members, a good portion of them women. I watched as the girls flirted carelessly with the guys and saw how at ease they all seemed. I was envious of the twins. Why could they get along so well with she-wolves that weren’t their fated mates while I was stuck in this awkward phase with Hunter? Why couldn’t things have been easier for us? I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts, knowing exactly why this wasn’t the case.
Griffin.
If I hadn’t been so caught on a love that would never last, and if Hunter had never seen us together, maybe this would have been easier. I wondered if Hunter was being cautious with me because he didn’t know how to act around me. If I was still in love with Griffin, which I wasn’t, then how could he possibly win me over especially since Griffin was my pack-bonded mate? I wanted to groan into my hands. Everything was a complete mess.
“Damian isn’t my real father. He took me in when I was younger.” Hunter said leaning on the porch railing. His strong arms flexed and his muscles bulged. I tried really hard not to stare at his strength. I couldn’t help hoping to feel those arms around me. I was more curious on the…circumference of them.
Yeah, right.
“What happened to your parents?” I asked, quietly realizing that I needed to get my head back on the conversation. I had a hard time focusing with Hunter. I wanted to learn about him, but he was always so stoic and quiet. I didn’t feel connected to him. The boys I grew up with had always tried to pull me out of my shell. They wanted me to have fun, play, and joke around. That’s what I was comfortable with. Hunter on the other hand… I don’t think I recall him laughing since I met him.
Hunter stiffened.
“Doesn’t matter anymore.”
With that, he went cold again. I knew if I pushed more right now, that it would destroy any semblance of a relationship we had. I had to be patient. After all, if he was going to ask me about my parents I wouldn’t tell him either. Though for different reasons, I’m sure.