The Alpha's Daughter

Chapter 10

I can't believe it. I couldn't believe it. My father had a rule he always dug into my skull. He said that I was never ever to stay for the night in another territory.

I don't think my dad would appreciate it too much if he found out that not only was I about to stay in another territory, but I was also doing so with the pack that he hated the most.

I clenched my jaw tightly as my blood pumped and my heart heated like I was about to faint. I was feeling light headed and I was sweating all over.

I was currently in Titus' slick black sports car and the only thing that kept me from seriously blacking out was his smell.

Titus looked amused at my nervousness. Could he blame me? My father was the most notorious, most merciless man in the whole world, and he happened to hate Titus in the most gruesome way possible. My dad would have both our heads for this agreement.

The storm wasn't getting any better any time soon as the car's wiper feverishly tried to remove the water that was blocking the driver's view of the road.

I glanced at Titus to see him perfectly calm and I hated him for it. He didn't look the least bit nervous. He even looked like he was enjoying it.

"Calm down, Bancroft. I can practically hear your nerves from where I'm sitting." Titus said, giving me a wide grin. I wanted to punch his face so bad, but it wouldn't do us any good since it was hard enough already, driving in this horrible weather.

"How come you aren't worried?" I snapped angrily as I played with the hem of my skirt to try to keep my hands from trembling.

Titus chuckled at me. This was not a laughing matter. Our heads were in the line. "There's nothing to worry about. Your dad will never find out so relax."

"And what if he does find out?" I growled. Why must he be so confident with himself!

Titus merely shrugged at me, ignoring my other comments. It didn't take long for me to feel this force up ahead saying that I was about to enter Shadow Fang territory.

My heart started to hammer even more. What would Titus' pack think? What if any of my pack found out? What if his pack talked about it at school? I thought I was about to convulse.

"Bancroft, my pack doesn't do patrol. No one will stop this car from going to the Alpha house. Okay?" He said this like he was talking to a five year old.

What kind of pack didn't have patrols? It was impossible! Only Shadow Fangs would have this much ego and pride to not have patrol. "You Shadow Fangs really do live the rogue life."

"Yup, we don't care about patrols and any of the things your father keeps sacred." He turned his head at me smiling happily like me finding out his pack is suicidal is amazing.

I shook my head at him. "Don't you care about your territory?"

"Of course we do!" Titus answered, looking offended. "We just don't put effort into doing patrols."

"What if someone crosses your territory?" I pressed, wanting to know how he could be so relaxed with the thought of his territory not having any guards.

Titus laughed at this. "Then that's the time we go over to the border." By this time we were already making our way inside the depths of Shadow Fang territory.

I peered out of the window, trying to get a good look. I didn't know what I was expecting, but I never thought that the territory could be so luxurious.

Apart from the horrible winds and rain, the territory was awfully modern and rather high class. The roads were cemented and tree lines were pushed really far off. The houses were just as good as our normal houses and I just gaped at it.

Titus finally parked the car in front of a  mansion that looked like it was a castle rather than an Alpha's house.

There was even a fountain in the middle of the driveway! What was this even? His house looked better than my house and it was shocking since we were the better pack.

If I looked further to the other side I'd be able to see another tall house that must have been the pack house, judging by the size and the amount of windows it had.

I was too busy being amazed by his house that I didn't realize Titus had been staring at me with an unreadable expression.

"What? Do I have anything on my face?" I asked, panicked, as I brought my phone out and looked at my reflection.

Titus only shook his head once and blinked before he flashed me his trademark smile. "It's nothing." He said, ending the conversation as he got out of the car and went around the front to open my door.

He was such a gentleman I had to stop myself from saying something that I wasn't ready to tell him.

I got out when he opened the door for me. We were parked in his garage that had four very expensive looking cars parked inside. One of them was a white striped black Camero. I inwardly screamed when I saw it, trying not to act too fan-girly. I brought my eyes away from the cars and multiple motorcycles when I realized that Titus lived alone and that all of these cars and bikes were his.

"Are you collecting cars or something?" I asked, bringing my eyes back to the camero.

Titus shook his head amused. "I never knew you were a car person."

"I'm not. I just have an unhealthy obsession to babies like this." I said, pointing to my brand new child.

Titus smiled, putting a hand to my shoulder and turning me away from the cars and to a wooden door that led to a magnificent kitchen.

I couldn't cook to save my life, but I always enjoyed big kitchens. Titus' kitchen had a gigantic refrigerator, rows and rows of dark wooden cabinets and right in the middle a metallic island.

It was even better than my own kitchen. How did this boy even afford all of this? I suddenly remembered that his father was a very wealthy man and his mother had a trust fund as huge as my pack.

It wasn't just the kitchen that was huge, but the living room, the dining room, the halls, the windows and just everything.

I was literally inside a castle. Titus pointed out a few things here and there, looking bored out of his mind because he probably saw all these things every day and didn't want to bother with them.

"You live alone, right?" I asked, my curiosity finally getting the better of me.

Titus looked at me, his face blank. I was suddenly frightened that he was going to tell me he already had a family.

I hear wealthy unmated Alphas like Titus would marry and start a family when they finally give up on their mates. Holy Jesus. Please only have a wife and not children.

"You're imagining me with another woman and dozens of kids, aren't you?" Titus said, bringing me out of my inner conversation.

I gasped. "You do?!" Oh my wolf! He did. Sweet baby Jesus, my mate already had a family.

Titus suddenly started laughing so hard he doubled over, clutching his stomach. "You-" laugh "thought!" Snort "I had a family?!" He wheezed.

I gaped at him. I was right all along?

Titus stopped his laughing, absurdly realizing that I looked as if I got run over by a truck. "Babe, hey, I don't have a family." He said, standing up and making his way to me placing a hand on my cheek.

It only took one sentence for me to believe him. It was scary how my body and wolf trusted him so much. I shivered involuntarily at his soft touch.

"I do live alone." He continued, bringing his hand back when his eyes flickered to a darker color. Titus closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, and when he opened his eyes again they were back to its normal blue. "Are you hungry?"

I was about to answer no when an orchestra started inside my stomach. I blushed furiously, biting my lower lip. It was about nine in the evening and my last meal was breakfast, since I hadn’t eaten anything for lunch.

Titus must have realized this because his facial expression went rigid. "You didn't eat lunch." He said dangerously slow. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" He snapped, making me take a step back from him. Titus took a step closer still looking angry.

"I had a game-" He cut me off, his face still fuming.

"Exactly! You had a game! You should have eaten, Gabrielle!" It was the first time he had ever used my name and as much as it pleased me to hear him say my name, it scared me because it meant he was serious. "Your body will give up on you if you starve yourself."

He didn't give me a chance to reply as he took my hand and dragged me to the kitchen. He sat me down on one of the tall wooden stools before he shuffled around his pantry, taking out ingredients I didn't recognize.

I stared, amazed that the so called bad boy of Westhill was expertly cooking me a meal.

After a few minutes, he pushed a bowl of salad at me, saying a brief threat before retreating to the stoves where he continued to cook.

I just finished the salad he made for me when he pushed another dish in front of me. "Eat." I looked up at him to see him staring me down. Titus then brought a glass of orange juice to me. "Drink."

He ignored the glare I shot him as he continued his way around the kitchen.

I looked out the window and frowned at the weather. It was bad. The wind whistled angrily and the rain wasn't any better.

I didn't notice Titus sitting across from me until his gaze made me uncomfortable.

He hadthree plates out filled with food that looked like it could only be done on TV.

"Where'd you learn how to cook?" I asked, wanting to start a conversation.

Titus shrugged, taking a bite off his own plate. "My grandma." He said simply, looking away from me to his plate.

Titus' father and mother died when Titus was only fourteen because his pack killed a mate of a visiting overseas pack. The pack from Europe took revenge by taking Titus' mother.it drove his father mad until he couldn’t take it anymore, and killed himself. All Titus ever had after that was his grandma.

After eating, he brought me to a room. In the whole time I’d known Titus, I'd never seen him acct awkwardly. He was standing in front of the door to the room, his face contorted in a weird way. He couldn't even look me in the eye. It was hilarious.

"My room is right next door." He said, his voice too high to be normal.

He was stiff as a rock while he opened the door to the dark room. Was Titus Cohen nervous? "Do you by chance have any clothes I could borrow?" I asked, eyeing my hoodie and cut offs.

The halls were perfectly lit making me have a clear view of his slightly red cheeks. I tried to convince myself that it was only the lights or perhaps from all the cooking he did. "Let me get it."

I followed him to the door right beside my room and peeked through it when he rushed in.

"Come in." I heard him shout from the inside. Titus' room was clean but judging by the way he was throwing his clothes around, I was positive that he had someone to clean his room for him. "This is the smallest shirt I've got."

I took the grey shirt from him and let it hang. It definitely was the smallest shirt he had but with my body structure it was easily the biggest shirt I'd ever had. I said a quick thank you and stared at the dress before pointing to a door that looked like it lead to a bathroom. "Mind if I change in there?"

Titus' face paled before jerking his head to the door. Was he hiding his supposed family in there or something?

I made my way to the bathroom and just like any room in this house, it was masculine. There was a bathtub at one side and a shower on the other. His sink was filled with shaving creams and cans of hair gel or whatever that was.

When I was done changing into the dress-like shirt, I went out of the bathroom to see Titus lying down on his kingsized bed, back first. He propped himself up with his elbows when he heard me and gave me one look over.

The shirt he gave me hanged just below my butt, giving full view of my mid thigh. I was never a girl to be conscious of my body but the dark expression on Titus' face made me want to squirm.

Titus' eyes darkened and his face went rigid. I could feel him fighting with his wolf, but by the canines that were showing, I could tell he was losing.

I gasped when Titus put me up against the wall breathing hard as he not so subtly groped me. Okay. He wasn't really groping me. He was just casually hovering over the part where usually marks were being placed as his hot breath fanned the nape of my neck.

There was this overwhelming tingles all over my body that my breath hitched a couple of knots.

I could feel his canines grazing my skin, making me squirm with undeniable pleasure. Our bodies were touching as I felt his chest vibrate because of the low growl he gave off.

Then, as if he suddenly got drenched in cold water, he jumped away from me, his darkened eyes and his canines still showing. He was breathing hard, his chest going up and down as he balled his trembling hands. "I'm sorry." He said, raspy and huskily as he held onto the bedside like his life depended on it.

He looked so unstable, like if I came over to him right now, he'd take me without hesitation.

I didn't realize I was panting and breathing heavily just like he was. My heart was going a mile a minute, but what came out of my mouth was beyond my control.

"Is this your way of saying I'm not good enough for you?" I snarled, despite my breathless state.

Titus snapped his head at me so fast I was scared that it might break. The look he gave me would have made the toughest person piss his pants. In fact, if I didn't have my mother's stubbornness and my father's unflattering confidence, I'd also probably piss my life out.

The fact that Titus was stiff as a stone and not yelling back at me made me want to piss, but word-vomit seemed to have struck me as I opened my mouth. "I get that I'm not as hot as the girls that are around you, but I thought maybe since I was your mate you'd have this drive to want me. I guess I was wrong since you obviously repulse away from me like I'm some sickly person trying to hump you."

In lightning-fast speed, Titus once again had me against the wall, only this time we weren't touching. I think for the sake of his wolf as he trapped me with his arms on either side of me. I have never seen Titus' eyes so dark and angry. "I would love to do it with you." He said, dangerously slow,, saying each word with emphasis as he inched closer to me.

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I jumped up the bed, breathing heavily. I was not good with the dark and my horrible dream about me getting eaten alive by a girl coming out from the guest room's flat screen TV did not help at all. Outside, the rain and wind still weren't getting any better.

My heart literally jumped out of my chest when Titus slammed my door open making me scream at the top of my lungs as I ducked under the blankets.

"Gabi!" He shouted sounding really worried as he immediately made his way towards me. "I heard your heartbeat! Christ, are you okay?"

He threw the blanket off me inspecting me for possible injuries. He didn't find any, making him breathe out in relief. He then proceeded to give my room a once over looking for possible causes of my mini heart attack. "Bad dream." I stuttered.

I hated how weak I sounded. I hated how despite me being the strong person I should be I cowered away just because of some woman coming out of a damn TV.

Titus looked back at me, his face that was originally hard went soft before planting himself down my bed.

"Want me to stay with you?" He said, understandingly. "I could sleep on the couch." He motioned to the couch at the other side of the room.

I nodded slowly, still trying to catch my breath. Titus smiled -- not his trademark smirk that killed his fan girls, no it was better than that. It was a real genuine smile that made my breath falter. He surprised me when he stood and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before he made his way to the couch lying down back first.

He looked absolutely uncomfortable but he didn't complain as he closed his eyes.

My heart was swelling with love for him. Giving Titus one last look, I went back down the bed, wrapping the comforter around me. Five minutes later I was still wide awake. My wolf kept whispering to me and finally having enough, I stood from the bed, tugging the comforter with me as I climbed on top of Titus and made myself comfortable at the side of his chest.

I could almost feel Titus smiling as he wrapped his big arm around my small figure. Let's just say that Titus was hell of a lot comfortable than a million dollar bed.