Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 102

I stand in the mirror and run a comb through my hair, brushing through it before bed. My mind cannot

stop wandering to earlier when James and I kissed on his bed, and the thought makes me giddy. My

cheeks have been stained red, and my lip quivers as his lips haunt mine. I feel like a young girl, the one

I never was. The girl that kissed a boy in the trees then ran off to tell her friends about it, only I have no

friends here. There's James, then Gail and Theresa, Theodore, Will, Claire, my mother, Noah... Is it

sad that I can list all of the people I've interacted with through these past few months?

I need to find a friend, and not the kind of friends the girls at my pack used to have—always talking

about each other—but a real friend. Obviously, Claire won't work, and Theodore probably finds me

annoying. Gail and Theresa are lovely, but I need someone my age. Preferably a girl so we can be

alone without James getting any ideas.

I set down my brush and leave the bathroom, my robe tied tight to keep me warm. My bed looks the

same, same comforter, same pillows, same scent, softness, and warmth, but my mind continues to drift

to him. Do I want him here? Do I want him to sleep in my bed tonight? The night that he did was the

best sleep of my life. It's not something completely new, we have done it before, so it's not too big of a

deal, right?

I walk down the hall softly even though it is only us in the house at this time. I take a deep breath

before knocking lightly on his door, then I step back as if knocking on a stranger's front door. Crossing

my arms, I wait for a few seconds until he opens one. "Is something wrong?" James asks, glancing

down the hall.

I peer behind me for a second then look back. "Oh, no, I just...I, uh, I was wondering if you maybe Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

wanted to sleep with me—in my bed, I mean, like we did before." I internally curse at myself and swipe

the blush from my cheek, pushing my hair behind my ear. "If you want."

I look up at James' somewhat amused face as he leans against the doorframe. Not knowing what to

do, my bush deepens and I stand awkwardly, waiting for an answer.

"Okay," I say, wanting to run back to my room and hide. "I'm just going to go back and—"

"No, no," he stops me, "of course I will. You're just so adorable when you ask."

I swallow. "Okay, well, I'll..."

"I'll be there in a minute," he says and I nod before walking away.

I leave the door open a quarter of the way and scan over the room. Quickly, I pick up the decorative

pillows and arrange them neatly at the base of the bed, swipe up my dirty shirt from the floor, and clear

the nightstands of my empty glass and books and random things.

I sit under the covers, my legs crossed, with a book in my hand, pretending to read. My eyes glance up

at the door every three seconds until I hear him coming down the hall. My heart begins to race and the

giddy feeling returns. James pushes the door open and comes inside, and I look up while closing the

book.

"Hi," I say right away, then wonder why I'd done it.

James walks to the other side of the bed. "Hi, Rae."

I watch as the beautiful man gets into my bed, and again, young Rae comes out to question. How did I

get myself here? How is an Alpha getting into my bed? James gets comfortable and I set my book on

the nightstand, awkwardly scooting down and positioning myself. The first time we did this, I was drunk

with exhaustion and saying whatever came to mind, and now I wish I could take a quick swig of

something. I rest my head on my pillow and imagine the times when he'd come in here himself and

sleep. It's like traveling back, like I'm not here and I get to witness this need of his.

I'm enjoying this, asking him to do things I want to do, no longer scared of the backlash.

I reach over to the lamp on the bedside table and turn it off, submerging us in darkness. "James?" I

ask, remembering from earlier, "Can I get her next diary from the secret room?"

I hear him shift, feeling the bed move a bit. "There's more?"

"There's two more."

His voice is soft, not threatening or powerful like an Alpha's would be, the voice I had grown used to

when I first came. I like this one better, this soothing one. "I'll grab them for you in the morning. I'll leave

them on your shelf."

"Are you leaving early?"

"Yes. We're having a bit of trouble with the East border. There have been too many rogue sightings, so

a few groups are going to search the area for camps."

"That doesn't sound safe," I murmur.

"We'll be fine. It's nothing to worry about."

"You'll wake me up then, before you go," I tell him, "I want to say goodbye."

"It'll be early, Rae. You'll be tir—"

"You'll wake me up."

I hear him sigh. "Alright."

James

Her scent seeps into me as my eyes wearily open. The sky is still dark but the clock reads five, so I

peer over at Rae. She's grasping onto my arm, her hands holding tightly, and I fight with myself on

moving her. I slowly pull away, sliding the pillow in its place, and she grabs onto it, shifting and

moaning.

Seeing Rae like this, so peaceful and pure, brings a guilty feeling to my stomach. I brush the hair from

her face and bring the blanket up further, covering her arms. I close the shutters so the sun doesn't

wake her, and I quietly leave the room.

I know of my mistakes, and I will never forgive myself for them. Her happiness is all that matters, and I

will do anything to make sure she feels accepted. Though, her talking with Claire worries me. Claire's

feelings for me were far from love, she has been unstable ever since Rae arrived those months ago. It

was wrong of me to push her away so abruptly, but her words began to worry me. She never held back

when it came to sharing her opinion on Rae.

The first night I told Claire that she was my mate, and immediately Claire tried to secure her position,

talking about becoming Luna and how Mates are overrated. I let her rant. I didn't care at the time.

Once I'm ready to leave, I stop in the hall and look to her door. I drift over and check up on her, looking

in to find her asleep still. Wanting to keep my promise, I quietly make my way to her and crouch down

beside the bed. Her breathing is steady and soft, and I gently place my hand on her shoulder. "Rae?" I

whisper, and she shifts.

Rae rolls over, her eyes closed. "Yes?"

I tuck her hair behind her ear, her skin warm and flushed. I cannot tell if she is fully awake, but I

continue anyway. "I'm leaving now, okay?"

"Where?" She mumbles, and her eyes flutter open.

"To search for camps."

"Okay. Be careful."

I watch her for a moment before closing the door behind me. She is something of an angel, something

from another world. My past will forever haunt me, my memories of her pain never to be erased.