The Alpha's Daughter

Chapter 8

"Titus!" I screamed, not knowing whether I should jump to help him or stay even further away from him.

He let out a growl, still hunched over breathing hard. "What are you trying to pull?" He snapped. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell it was red with pain.

"What? You're the one who kidnapped me into this janitor's closet!" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "For all I know you could have been a r****t or something."

He finally looked up at me. I could never get used to his handsomeness. I met his dark blue eyes that looked like they could see right into my soul. "Who would even think of k********g or even dare r**e an Alpha's daughter?" He growled angrily. From his tone, it was as if he was angrier at the thought of me being taken than of me kneeing his bloodline.

"I dunno! You can't blame my imagination for your lack of poise!" I spat, motioning to him and to the small janitor's closet. I could smell him from where I was standing and it did me no good; thoughts of jumping his bones kept on popping into my head. Stupid hormones.

He looked taken aback, utterly flabbergasted by my comment. "Poise? I was trying to be sneaky!" He ran his hand through his magnificent silky black hair. Hold it in, girl. Don't jump him.

"Sneaky? Do you do this to all the girls?" Titus looked absolutely adorable. His cheeks were red, his eyes looked like puppy's and his hair was extra messy -- he looked so irresistible. What. No. Focus, Gabi. No humps for you today.

Titus suddenly looked at me, his eyes dead serious as he took a step closer. "Only to my mate."

The seriousness in his voice knocked the air out of my lungs. He wasn't the normal playful or teasing Titus. It scared me how serious he was and how dark his eyes were becoming. The distance I made was easily broken as he took a few more steps closer. Be cool and nonchalant like your momma taught you, Gab.

"What are you trying to do here, Bancroft?" He finally said, breaking the silence we were in. He was so close now that I could faintly feel his breath.

I gulped down, looking away from his full kissable lips. "Excuse me?" I squeaked,  trying so hard to be cool and nonchalant.

"Do you love torturing me?" He said with such a low and intimidating voice that I felt my wolf stir.

My heart was beating a mile per minute. "Torturing you? I don't-" He cut me off before I could finish.

"What do you want from me?" He growled, his eyes flashing, but the anger wasn't exactly towards me.

I clenched my jaw. "Not everything revolves around you, Titus."

"Here in this school it does." He said it seriously, but I could almost detect the amusement when he saw my reaction.

I pushed him, wanting him away from my personal space, but he didn't budge. "Not anymore it doesn't." I snapped back.

"Why do you keep pushing with Harries?" He suddenly said after our stare down.

How could he?! Pointing out Castiel when he was the one that couldn't breathe without his fan girls. "Why do you keep a group of girls around you like you would do them whenever you felt like it?" I growled, meeting his dark eyes with mine.

"Do you enjoy seeing me struggle with you?" He said, ignoring my comment. He looked shaken up, like he was thinking of Castiel and I.

I waved him off. "So you release these feelings through your girls?"

"I don't have girls!" He spat, groaning in defeat, like he hated that I kept pointing his little groupies.

It was a lie, of course. I could smell vanilla all over him and I knew in a weird way what Titus smelled like and it did not involve vanilla. "Really? That hickie shows otherwise." I countered.

Titus stiffened, pulling his leather jacket. "Like I wanted to do Andrea." He laughed, looking smug.

I rolled my eyes at him before trying to make my way to the door, but his arms trapped me in place. "Titus, I swear to everything that is good if you don't let go of me I'll scream. It would only take a second before my pack gets here." I warned.

The serious Titus must have shredded away because Titus smiled at me, amused, his eyes dancing playfully. "You wouldn't do that to your own mate." He teased, leaning in closer to me. I froze. It was so much like my dream. His scent was all around me -- I felt like I was in cloud nine. "We both know that we can't resist each other." He whispered in my ear, leaving electric shocks travel down my body.

He was close, but not close enough that we touched. He must know that if we were to even have contact we wouldn't be able to stop from really jumping the life out of each other. I held my breath, not knowing how to react to the heat that was radiating off of him.

I felt like I was suffocating as he stared into my eyes. It was like emotions were clashing together. I gasped when I saw him coming dangerously closer, our noses almost touching when I ducked involuntarily.

He looked taken aback by it but I ignored him as I snuck under his caging arms and ran out the door. I was breathing so hard I felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in the air. I risked a glance at him only to see that he was in shock, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

-

Monday afternoons were dedicated to Michael. He and I made it a point to have even just one day of a week together, just to catch up on our friendship even though we basically spend most of our time together.

Michael was a lot of things. For one, he was incredibly gorgeous and he knew it.

He loved attention more than anything and he got it, without a doubt. Back at Auburn he had girls lining up for him. He was a living breathing description of a man w***e and he was proud of it.

He took pride in his body and it was annoying as hell but this boy wasmore than just a mere man w***e. He was my best friend and I trusted my life with him.

When I was a kid I didn't have a lot of friends because the other kids in my pack felt that I was weird, having a dozen body guards and all that.

My only friends at the time were Savannah and Castiel. I didn't complain since Savannah and Castiel never left my side and they always had my back.

I remember running home one day from school screaming and shouting because some kid from school called me a name. Mason, my dad's Third who also guards my mom, came into my room saying that he was going to introduce me to someone. A cute little boy came walking in with all his confidence. Even then he knew exactly what he was and how people should react to him.

That's how I met him and that's how we became the best of friends. I wasn't always confident when I was little. I was always conscious and afraid of what people thought of me, but Michael changed that. He protected me just like what his dad did with my mom.

After that, whenever Mason would come by to watch over my mom, he'd bring Michael and he'd pretend to be my Third.

That's how I know it  wasn’t all about w*****g out when it came to it. I bet that, even if he was banging the hottest girl right now and I called him, he'd drop whatever he was doing and come to get me.

People used to think that we had a romantic relationship with each other, but it wasn’t like that. Michael and I were strictly friends, there wasn't anything romantic with us.

"Michael..." I whined, trying to grab the remote from his hands.

He was a lot taller than me so it was a waste. "Let me just finish this."

It's four o'clock in the afternoon and we're at his house. Mason and Michael's house didn't have any women since his mother only come every weekend because she liked the world away from packs.

Michael used to complain about it every day, growling how his mother didn't care about him and Mason. He grew used to it through the years and in time Mason and Michael only used their house for sleeping.

"But we've been watching a bunch of cars go around in circles for the past hour." I mumbled, crossing my arms with a huff.

He didn't budge as he stuffed his face with potato chips.

"That's it I'm leaving." I wasn't really going to leave. I was just scaring him, which worked like it always did.

I stood absurdly, making my way to the door slowly so he could catch up.

He jumped up and grabbed me by my wrist, his face looking desperate. "I'm sorry! Come back, I promise I won't watch anymore cars. I'll even let you watch The Notebook or something crappy like that."

"The notebook is not crappy." I cried with horror. "It is amazing and you cried!"

He looked absolutely petrified at that. "I thought we would keep that a secret."

"You called it crappy even though you love it deep down." I reasoned, waving the DVD in his face.

Michael sighed, defeated. "This does not go out of this house." He said, motioning to the DVD.

We plopped ourselves down the floor where I spread out a comfy comforter and scattered a lot of pillows, just the way we liked it.

Michael Mondays usually composed of him going to WalMart and buying everything and anything he could find that would fill about four plastic bags.

Today was no different as he grinned happily, digging into the bag. Gummy bears, sour tapes, chips of all brands and bottled soda littered the floor as he looked through the bag.

Finally finding whatever he was looking for, he pulled out this small plastic tupperware.

I could recognize that tupperware anywhere. I couldn't help but jump at him, hugging him close as he tried to hold onto the plastic.

"Dear god woman, I'm only giving you red velvet, not a wedding ring." He laughed, hugging me back.

I had an unhealthy obsession with those cupcakes. I once finished a dozen in one sitting and still wanted more. "You are amazing." I sang, taking hold of the little piece of heaven.

"So I've heard." He said shrugging, surrendering the plastic container to me.

I dug in, moaning loudly at the surge of amazing flavor the cupcake had.

"Jesus. It's like watching porn." He commented, looking at me with big eyes.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Bet you wish you were this cupcake." I teased, bumping his shoulder with mine.

Michael let out a loud laugh, heaving like an old man. "You bet I do." He said, winking.

Silence came to us as I watched the screen with big eyes. I was a sucker for chick flicks and though Michael might not tell anybody, I knew he was a big softie for romantic movies like I was.

"What's up with you and Castiel?" Michael's question made me snap my head towards him.

Was it that obvious? "What do you mean?" I asked, playing it dumb.

He raised an eyebrow at me like he knew I was playing it safe. "Okay, be that way. I was trying to be nice but if you're gonna play dumb I might as well go ahead and say it."

My heart was pounding in my chest so loudly I'm sure he could hear it. "I don't understand..." I trailed off purposely.

Michael shot me a look telling me he already knew what I didn't want him to know. "I'm not blind. This Titus guy, what does he got with you?"

"He just intrigues me." I defended, but my voice was too weak to be real.

He scoffed at me. "Please, I know you have this knack for bad boys and Titus is obviously the biggest bad boy you know, but come on. There's something more to this." Michael is dumb, academically. He has the lowest grade in the history of lowest grades, but leave it to him to know me more than I know myself.

"Michael..." I tried to say, but he cut me off.

The look Michael was giving me made me cringe. I used to tell Michael everything. There was no such thing as secrets even when I had my period or when I first had a spill, he knew and did something about it to help me.

I knew right there and then that I had to tell him. "We're mates." I squeaked. Okay, so much for being confident.

Michael's face was blank, like he was still trying to process what I had just told him. It felt like a whole hour before he finally registered what I’d just said. "What?" He choked.

His voice sounded like his throat was sandpaper or something but surprisingly he didn't look disgusted like I suspected him to be. He just looked shocked out of his mind. That's a good sign, right? "We're mates." I repeated more loudly now.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets, like repeating what I told him made him realize even more. "What?"

I gave him a sad smile, trying to calm my beating heart that was beating so fast it felt like it was about to pop out of my chest.

His face instantly softens at the sight of me looking like I was about to pass out. He wrapped his arms around me comfortingly. "Oh, baby." He whispered. "You two make a good match."

I ripped away from him, my eyes widening. That was not what I was expecting at all. "What?" I breathed, wide eyed.

"Don't act like you don't like him. It explains a lot now." He said, like he was remembering something. "How intensely you two looked at each other and how he looks like he would strangle any guy that's close to you."

"He does not-" He waved me off.

"I've seen the way he looks at me or at Castiel, or even at Josh or to a guy that is about five feet close to you." Michael looked amused, like he was enjoying himself.

I was starting to literally wonder about my best friend's sanity right now. "Why do you look so happy?" I asked cautiously.

He shrugs at me, like he didn't care what I thought of him. "I approve."

"Approve?" I said in dismay. My best friend has seriously lost it. He had never approved of any of the boys I've dated. To be more frank, he has beaten up literally every single guy I've been with, even Castiel, and he won. A third winning a fight with a Beta. It's just unheard of.

"I approve of you and Titus, you dummy." He said, like it changed anything.

I remember all those times he'd grab a suitor by the collar and the time Michael threw a guy to the floor whist kicking and punching at the poor boy rather gruesomely. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked, taking my hand to his forehead. Nope. He didn't have a flu.

He rolled his eyes at me, swatting my hand away. "You know I never really liked you and Castiel dating." Oh, I knew alright. I cringe at the memory of Michael raking his claws down Castiel's throat. "I always imagined you with a big bad Alpha for a mate, and now you being with Titus..." He beamed.

"I don't think you know this, but Titus is a mate killer. His whole pack is one big mate killing machine." I explained, motioning my arms around.

"I don't think you know this, but we're pack killers." He countered with a smug smile. Did I mention that Michael is the best fighter the Blood Howlers have? Well, he is apart from my dad, of course.

"Killing a pack is better than leaving someone mateless." I snapped angrily. I don't know why, but I want Michael to be mad that I'm mates with Titus.

Michael merely gave me a stern look. "Yes, and killing everyone, even the children, is such an amazing trait."

"Why are you defending him?" I growled, jabbing a finger at him.

He raised both arms up in surrender. "I'm not. I'm just saying, give the guy a break." I snapped my mouth shut, refusing to speak. I couldn't believe this. I didn't know whether to be thrilled that my best friend accepted my mate or to be horrified he didn't seem to be shaken up by it. "Think of it this way. You know I'd protect you with my life, right? Why would I agree with this if I knew it was going to be bad for you?"

I remained quiet, not knowing what to say. Maybe having Titus as my mate wasn't as bad as I thought it was.