Ruined By The Alpha's Son

Nine

Chapter Nine

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I'm turning in my bed for what feels like I was now, even though it had only been two hours since Stephanie left me all by myself in this house. It was not my first time having to sleep all by myself in the house. But this time around, I don't know why I felt uneasy.

I don't know why I felt like somebody was watching me. But the feeling was so strong that I actually had insomnia from it. I actually had tried to fall asleep to ignore it, just tell myself that it is only a feeling and that it did not mean anything. But it was hard. It was too hard to just say that to myself and feel okay about it.

I had to figure out what was going on. I had to figure out why I was feeling this way. Even though it was not very difficult for me to guess that it was a very close answer to me right now. I had to know it, and I do with the fact that I smelt that scent that was so alluring on Logan and it felt like it was stuck in my nostril. It felt like he was the only thing I could think about and my wolf was still excited, trying to scream at me, and I was trying my heart just shut her out.

I had trained myself to do this several times. I had trained myself to completely shut her out every single time she tried to communicate with me. I had blocked myself from her and I had succeeded. But why was it so hard today? Suddenly, I smelled it again.

The scent was all too powerful, Almost like he was close to me again, almost like I was smelling him as powerfully as I was when he was close enough for our lips to touch. And it was absolutely ridiculous. What was that scent? It was a smell I had never smelled before, but it was so exciting to me, Almost like it was getting me high, like it was getting me to feel things that I had never felt before. Butterflies in my stomach, weird sensations all over my body, it was something I could not describe and all of this old feeling and I had to discover what it was. I had to make sure that I am not just going to be feeling like this for the rest of my 18th birthday.

All for the rest of my life. As long as I am now 18 and all that. It will be absolutely terrible to know that I cannot control my wolf at this age. I mean, every werewolf matures at 18 and that is when you find your mate and everything is so heightened. But this was all too weird for me. I did not know much about what I should be experiencing at this time because I did not have anyone to fight me. I did not have my parents. I do not have anyone to tell me how all of this works. All I remembered was very few things. Few things that I knew I would need as guidance in my life.

I knew I would eventually ever meet but that I would have no chance of finding the human lens because it was not possible for me to have a human meet. And I knew that on my 18th birthday that is why my wolf would be at her prime searching for her mate. And right now it was making it very hard for me to focus, for me to sleep. I try my hardest to resist following it but immediately I realized that I am too weak and so I get right out of bed and follow it going down the stairs and I'm not even halfway through the stairway when I hear rustling and I definitely notice that it is coming from the living room. Something falls to the floor and there's silence immediately after it as I go silent myself.

There's definitely something wrong in the house , this is what was happening. I was told that my wolf would drive my hardest to protect me, would try its hardest to keep me safe, and maybe this was just however alerting me that there was something wrong. Maybe this burglar had been in this house all along, or somehow supernaturally, my wolf just knew that there would be someone trying to break into the house earlier on and that's why I've been feeling weird all night.

Well, I did not know if that was a good thing, but it kind of felt like a relief. It felt like a relief to know that maybe I was only hallucinating. To think that Logan made me feel like my wolf was awakened to make me think that he is the one that had the power to do it. It would have been too much to deal with, too much to handle. And so I was just glad that it was not the case right now. But there was still one more issue to deal with. Wasn't drilling the house. And I was a scaredy cat. I had never ever had to deal with anything like this.

But before I go up the stairs, I wait for the sounds to continue again and I can just tell that whoever is in the living room is digging through the living room stand shelves and going through what sounds like documents, Whatever it is that they want. I don't even know what it is, but I have to do my best to protect my home. I cannot just be useless. As scared as I am, just thinking about going down there makes me feel anxious. So I head over to my parents room and grab my father's Golf Club before dialing Stephanie's phone number.

“ Stephanie, there's someone in the house”. I whispered to her

“…and I'm going to need you to call the police if I do not call you back with a report on what happened after a minute. Do you understand?” I ask her and she just laughs at me. I called the wrong person!

“It's not a joke”. I say to her whispering, whisper yelling.

“I have to go see who it is right now. I need you to call the police if I did not call you in a minute. OKay?” I insist again.

“you must be messing with me.” She says and I really roll my eyes. I really wish she could not treat everything as a joke but right now she doesn't. It was being her typical self.

“I'm serious Stephanie, I'm terrified”, I say to her and after having to explain it to her three times, only then does she understand. And she does sound concerned, but it is a waste of time for me to be spending time with her on the phone. And so I just bring my phone along to make sure that she will hear everything that she needs to hear in order to get me just if anything bad happens to me, even though that is not what I want to happen. I realized that the intruder is facing away from me when I finally make it down the stairs. And so I get out of my slippers and walk on my socks all the way to him. And I'm surprised I'm able to make this close.

Close enough for me to strike the Golf Club at his neck, which only happens because then he takes notice of me and turns around. I strike him violently and he groans loudly.

“ f*****g s**t!, what did you just hit me with?!” The intruder sounds furious. It's Logan, and I am more than bewildered to see him in my living room, rummaging through my parents documents, my parents belongings, everything.