Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Rhea
The Alpha doesn’t want me in the pack house more than a couple of times a week. The rest of the days. I stay home And the days I’m at the pack house, I’m secluded to the kitchen and the kitchen only, I can’t go anywhere or ve pa
I hate being at home, especially with my parents and Luke around. Their presence forces me to remain in my room, where i spend most of the day, I don’t go anywhere or do anything, and with the sessions with Elisha canceled, 1 don’t even shife
anymore.
It’s better when the house is empty and quiet during the day when everyone’s gone. I wander around front and back ed sometimes, if her family isn’t around, I go to Gia, too.
She presses her hand against my hip bone, and for a second, it hurts like hell, but then the pain disappears as soon as her hand is gone.
“Does it hurt?” she asks me.
“A little. I’m not sure,” I remain on my stomach. “Is there some bruising”
“There’s a little bit. But it will go away. Nothing to worry about that. I’d say just don’t put any pressure there. It’s looking better than last week. And so are you.” She pats my back before I hear her footsteps moving across the room
I come up from the bed and get on my feet before grabbing my shirt and putting it on. I’m so grateful for her existence Without her, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me. She helped me when no one else did, and she did it without any judgment.
It wasn’t surprising.
My parents and I knew Gia from the day we moved here. She lived with her son and his kids next door. I have come to her many times, especially when I was in high school and had trouble adjusting to it.
She never told my Mom anything–nothing at all.
Her house is a little bigger than ours. It’s always kept clean, organized, and very well–kept. I also enjoy visiting her more often than not, especially when I’ve time to do so.
“I feel terrible,” I say, sitting outside in the living room.
Once more, I find myself drinking the same herbal blend she has made for me. I’ve gotten used to the taste. It helps somewhat with the pain and the situation—both in a way.
“Sometimes I feel like I did wrong. And sometimes, I wonder if I shouldn’t have done it. If I should’ve accepted it and seen where it went.” I confess to her, and she listens to me like no one else has.
It’s odd to talk to someone who’s so much older about anything in my life, especially the things that are truly personal, such as this. But there’s a strange comfort when I confide into her.
“You acted on your instincts. There had to be some part of you that was right, Rhea. You weren’t wrong.”
I let her words sink in.
“What if it was the right thing and I did wrong?” I push aside the empty cup in my hand and lean forward on my knees, “What if I made a mistake?” My voice lowers to a whisper as I bring my thoughts into words.
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“Well, there’s no going back now. You understand that, don’t you?” She responds back in an almost sympathetic tone. “Once the rejection is initiated, it won’t budge. The bond severs after that. It’s gone,”
“Then why am I still feeling it all?”
“That’s guilt, the guilt of you and your wolf. It doesn’t leave for a long time. But when it will, you’ll get better, and it will almost be like nothing ever happened. Isn’t that all you desire?”
“Yes, I take a sharp breath. “Of course.”
My thoughts struggle to assemble themselves. I can’t handle everything–everything that happened and the emotions attached to it. But I know I can’t run away. I’m only here now. And I have to adjust to that. But maybe I will. With time, I will.
I know I’ll feel that relief someday,
When Gia leaves the room to attend to a call, I bring my knees up to my chest and look outside from the window behind the couch. It’s raining, and the tiny drops cascading down the glass create a blur around the figures in the opposite house, where the kids are playing with a ball.
A tear leaks out from the corner of my eyes.
I start rubbing them, and more and more follow until I’m quietly, softly crying.
“Oh,” Gia whispers, nearing me. “What is it?”
I heave in a heavy breath as the corners of my lips tug upward in a smile and shake my head. “It’s nothing. I–don’t know.”
She wraps her arm around me, “It’s okay. You’ll be fine.”
I wipe my cheeks and nod, knowing she isn’t wrong. It takes a moment to settle down and another moment to say my goodbyes to Gia before leaving her house.
The rain picks up as I walk along the path to the pack house. There’s a tightness in my chest that doesn’t budge, but I try to ignore it. I just have to keep going and wait for things to change for me.
Losing hope isn’t an option.
The streets are far emptier than ever. It seems like no one is around now. Everyone is on or off, taking a trip somewhere or doing something. It’s the holiday season, after all, and this is the beginning of festivities, and everyone’s making the best of their lives.
Me, not so much,
When I reach the pack house, I quickly take off my coat and head straight into the kitchen, where I’m now required to be. Rachel asks me how I’m doing, and I make a little talk with her. The rumors have gotten to everyone, but she somehow doesn’t believe them.
Which I’m glad for.
There’s only one person here who knows the truth. Ethel. And I know she won’t tell anyone. That is, of course, unless I do something stupid to warrant it.
During dinnertime, Nyla bombards me with a task right when I’m supposed to leave.
“You just have to drop this off to the room-”
I cut off her, “You know Catelyn doesn’t like me. She’s going to want to throw it on my head.” I stare down at the wine and the glasses next to it.
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“Well, she terrifies me. So I win.”
“Where’s everyone else?” I look around,
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“It’s dinnertime. They are on breaks,” Nyla inches the tray closer to me and pleads through her eyes. “Please. I really don’t want to do it. She’s scary, and I feel like I’m going to pee whenever I enter her presence”
I shake my head, finding it amusing, and then take a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll do it. But if she sees me and complains, I will tell Ethel you forced me to do this. You know well she doesn’t want to see me.”
“Please. She probably won’t be there.”
I take the tray from her and step out of the kitchen. Before going up the stairs, I look left and right, making sure no one sees
- me.
Quietly, I take a step onto the third floor, where Catelyn’s room is.
Since it’s dinnertime, no one’s up here, not even the Alpha. Though, the Alpha isn’t at the pack house today. He had to travel earlier in the morning to another town, and he wouldn’t return until tomorrow.
I take a hurried step toward the room and knock on the door. I’m waiting to meet her face–to–face, and the uncertainty
scares me.
Seconds pass, but no one opens the door, which gives me a little bit of relief. I push the door open, and the first thing I find is utter silence.
I take a deep breath and step inside. As Nyla said, she’s probably not here.
Reaching the table, I place the wine and the two glasses down before putting the tray on my side and turning around to take a glance at her bedroom. Suddenly, a thought crosses in my head.
Why are they two glasses? The Alpha is away today.
I don’t indulge in that thought even though I desperately want to. Catelyn already hates me enough. Any more, and she might want to kill me.
I start walking back to the door to leave the room, and just then, I hear voices from the bathroom. And I freeze. It’s not Catelyn’s or the Alpha’s, either, but it’s a male’s.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as my heart races. I glance at the door and then back at the bathroom. I should leave. Right?
There’s a little steam escaping out of the bathroom. And it’s not like the other things that have happened. It’s not like anything that I’ve lived through. It’s–it’s intimate.
I keep silent for a long moment, standing there like a statue, not moving, not daring to breathe, as a strange ache settles in my stomach and rises to my chest.
The sounds get louder and louder, and now there’s a female voice, Catelyn’s. She isn’t speaking much, just moaning and panting.
“Oh, right there. Right there.”
It cannot be the Alpha. Which only means she’s having sex with someone else.
My eyes stray to the wine and the two glasses. She’s meeting another male here. While the Alpha is away.
“Right there,” she groans louder, “Fuck–faster.”
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