This Means Nothing
1874 Words
Chapter 13:
Nathaniel's POV
"Hello," Naomi I said from the other side of the line as I picked it up and put it to my ear without looking to see who it was.
She hesitated, "I know I am the last person... you'd like to hear from... but I need your help."
Bang Bang..." Who are you talking to...YOU ARE MINE." another wolf yelled in the background.
"I'll be right there," I said.
I hung up the phone. Without even realizing it, I jumped out of bed and headed to my closet to change into comfortable ass-kicking clothes.
"This is really bad if mate is calling us," Dom said, getting into fight mode. "I could hear shouting on the other side of the phone,"
"I couldn't help but worry...despite all the turmoil I feel towards her. Don't get me wrong. I don't want her as a mate, even if Dom does. I can not leave her if she is in danger and needs my help either. Which is ironic because I would have been the last person she turned to years ago.
"I know Dom, I will not leave her to deal with whatever she is dealing with by herself," I reassured him.
I realized I did not know where Naomi lived, as I got into my car... so I called my assistant who looked it up in the company database.
"What is this about boss,"
"Naomi is in trouble and needs my help," I replied. "Look her up in the company's database and locate her address for me." I commanded.
"Sure thing...boss but please be careful!" and I head over to her place as soon as I receive the text.
I raced down the street like a madman with road rage in one of my expensive sports cars. It was red with a red and black interior. The night hung with anticipation as I drove to Naomi's apartment. It was a little run-down apartment building miles away from the Upper East Side where I lived.
Her apartment was on the third floor. I walked into the lobby and attempted to take the elevator but a sign reading out of service hung from it.
"So the stairs it is," I thought.
I sprinted up the three flights of stairs without breaking a sweat, easily reaching the third floor. Thank the goddess for my new workout routine.
I reached her apartment number, knocked and there was yelling and banging inside.
"Naomi, open this goddamn door or I will break it down." the another wolf said as I caught his scent.
I knock again before turning the doorknob, and the door opens.
I enter.
Naomi's POV
"Naomi, open this goddamn door right now, or I will break it down," Matt said furiously as I sat on the washroom floor and waited for Nathaniel.
Then it hits me: his wonderful smell- the unique smell of Burberry and Sandalwood. My heart did a flip and a warm sense of safety washed over me as I opened the bathroom door without thinking. "Nathaniel?" I shouted and Matt grabbed me by the hair as he slammed me into the wall before kicking me to the floor and stomping on me.
"Get off of her," Nathaniel growled, vibrating, shaking the walls, and Matt turned to see a pissed-off Nathaniel with claws out coming for him.
I managed to get up and move to the side, right in time for Matt to get kicked in the gut, sending him backwards into my bedroom door.
Matt quickly recovers, and both wolves take a fighting stand.
"Runt is that you?" Matt said, recognizing Nathan.
Nathaniel's growl deepened as he let out his full aura. Matt is surprised as he tries not to buckle under the full weight of Nathaniel's aura.
"f**k you… Matt, this isn't high school anymore. I will end you right," he retorted. As I watched Matt try to resist full submissiveness.
Somehow, they both bared their teeth at each other.
"Naomi, come here...get behind me," Nathaniel ordered, giving me a protective look, resulting in sweet shivers down my spine and straight to my core.
I moved towards Nathaniel. As Matt's fury thickens, he lunges at me. But Nathaniel seems two steps ahead of him, grabbing Matt by the throat and hoisting Matt off his feet.
Matt's eyes widened as he struggled to escape Nathaniel's grip. Nathaniel was as big as Matt, yet he seemed to be the stronger wolf. I look in awe at Nathaniel, who is effortlessly holding Matt, three feet in the air with ease.
I notice that he is ripped now in all the right places, without being overly muscular. He is wearing a white T-shirt and loose black drawstring sweatpants, yet he still manages to look classy and rich. He has much good taste, the thought center my mind as I admire him from behind. His black hair is neatly tasseled and hangs a little over his eyes.
"Damn, this man is sexy," Rose purrs, and I can't help but admire our mate.
"I agree," enjoying the view.
"Focus, Naomi...snap out of this," I tell myself as I watch Matt lose consciousness from Nathaniel's grip.
"Had enough?" Nathaniel grunted. If I didn't know any better he was enjoying the power of Matt...I guess I could blame him. For a decade, Matt and I along with the others bullied him relentlessly, and I let it happen. "How was it that he was here now saving me... I didn't deserve him."
Matt crawled at him like a wild animal submissing eventually and Nathaniel released him from his death grip. Matt dropped to his knees and bared his neck as he struggled to get up. Nathaniel let out a more potent amount of his aura, bringing even me to my knees but Matt was laid out in pain.
"That's weird, Nathaniel feels like an alpha, but that can't be right?" I asked Rose.
"He is an alpha, I can feel it too," she squealed.
"You are to leave Naomi alone, leave her apartment, and never contact her again. If you do, you will have to answer me. Nod if you understand?" He ordered.
Matt nods. Nathaniel releases him from his aura. "Now get out, and don't come back."
"You will regret this," Matt said, looking at me. Then turning, he made his way through the front door. He stops at the door. Resisting, he turns to Nathaniel and asks "Why, defend her after what we did to you all those years ago?"
"Ask the Moon Goddess," he tells Matt after what seems like forever.
Matt's eyes widen, before he can say another word, Nathaniel shuts the door in his face.
I let out a breath, which I didn't realize I was holding, and thanked Nathaniel.
"Thank you so much," I said, fighting back the tears. But I could let him see me cry.
He looks deep into my eyes and for a moment nothing else matters.
"Does he care about me?" I watched his eyes turn from gold to blue again. He stepped toward me, closing the gap between us. I drank in his scent, and he did the most unexpected thing. He pulled me into him, his strong muscular arm wrapped around me, drawing me into a comforting hug.
"Are you okay?" He said, his broody voice etched with something other than the usual disdain for me.
"Um...I'm fine now that you are here," I choked out the words getting caught in my throat. "Why are you here?"
He pulls me in tighter and inhales deeply, ignoring my question. I could feel his body relax as his face brushed against mine.
"Why was Matt here?" He questioned. His face was now close enough to kiss.
I began to feel dizzy in his embrace and a little lightheaded as I stumbled to find the words I needed.
"He doesn't know how to take no for an answer," I said softly, trying to keep my feet from giving out beneath me.
"You're hurt," he said lightly, touching the cut on my forehead. Sparks rushed to the spot, instantly taking the pain away.
"I'm fine, It's nothing Rose my wolf can't heal," I say whimpering.
He comes close to inspect my face, and I look up into his eyes, I swear I can get lost in them.
I feel so warm and bubbly because, for the first time ever, he is looking at me the way I have always wanted him to. I moved in close as I longed to steal a kiss.
I gently pressed my lips against his soft ones..." Did I make a mistake?" I stood there silently begging him to kiss me. My heart broke as I started to pull away, not before he relaxed and pulled me back into him for a heated kiss, I moaned in relief.
Opening my mouth and giving him excess, he deepened the kiss, his hands moved to my hair, gripping my shiny locks as his fingers got lost in them. The kiss was passionate, as he broke for air. Disappointed at the loss of his lips on mine, a whimper slipped out. I lean in and slowly nibble at his lips before sucking in his bottom lip.
He groans wanting more as he pushes me up against the wall, his tongue slipping back as our tongues dance against each other before He's the first one to break from the kiss putting distance between us and my whole body aches for him.
It was just that I got a taste of a high that I had never experienced before. I loved it; I wanted it to consume me. This man would never know how badly I've always wanted him. I began to feel like I was floating.
Then his phone rang. "Okay, I'll be right there," he said, hanging up.
Finally, he looked at me. "I have to go take care of something, I need you to pack your bags and wait for me to come back," he ordered, with emotion in his voice.
"Okay," I said, not knowing what.
He turned and went ahead to the door. I followed him. Before he leaves, he turns to me and says...
"This means nothing."
I nod my head and then close the door.
I rested my back against the front door, as I brought my knees up to my chest, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.
"Just you...wait and see, Nathan! You are mine, and I will never let you go...I will make you want me, and you will accept our bond. I promise you even if it's the last time I ever do."
I pack the little things that I need. I shower, shave, and get dressed in a sexy little black dress that I own. I wear it because it looks good on me and when I'm in this dress no man can resist me, it hugs my curves in all the right places. And I've got a banging body with perfect curves.
I walked to the living room and I waited.
"Watch out Nathaniel, you won't know what hit you by the time I'm done with you."
Is the last thought that came to me as I waited.
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