Awakening the Alpha's Daughter

Chapter 105

Harmony

Ella meets me in the cafeteria at lunch, but I kinda wish I was on my own. I still ain’t recovered from last night, or the shame of Jaheim catching me fingering myself outside his apartment.

Lawd, just kill me now.

I’ve barely touched my salad and didn’t even eat breakfast; I was scared of throwing it straight back up.

“Did you see him?”

I look up at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She frowns, suddenly looking anxious. “Tell you what?”

I look around to make sure no one’s close enough to hear us. “That the more time you spend with your mate, the more fucked up you feel.”

She smiles but I don’t. “I’m sorry. I thought Aunt Asha and Uncle Quis woulda told you how intense shit is.”

“Yeah, they did.” I sigh. They’ve both told me how shit is when mates meet, but… “I thought they were just being extra about the whole thing.” Do I tell her or not? “I fucked up.”

She looks at me for the longest time. “What do you mean?”

Fuck it… I might as well share the embarrassment. “He told me to wait up for him. Basically said Carisse would be falling asleep soon. We had this crazy moment in the kitchen where we kinda mind-fucked each other. Anyway, I wait up for him and Carisse falls asleep. He takes me into the kitchen and basically tells me how he don’t do girlfriends and some other shit, then he straight up asks me if I wanna fuck.”

Her eyes almost fall out their sockets. “What?”

I nod. “Yeah. So of course I was on it, but that nigga didn’t have any rubbers.”

“Oh… But you know you don’t need—”

“Fuck that. Every nigga’s gotta earn the right to get inside me raw. I don’t just let anyone smash without a skin on.” Whether I can catch STIs or not; fuck that. The only person I let do that is Mikael because I trust that nigga and he’s actually a good guy.

“Okay… so what happened next?”

“I got vexed. I had to listen to Carisse talkin’ shit for time, waitin’ on that dick, and then he ain’t even got the tools to use it.” That shit is still pissing me off.

“So you left?”

“I was gonna…” I bite my lip. Maybe I should have. “…but he grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let me. I told him I’d break it and he basically dared me to, so I bent it back a little.”

She bursts out laughing. “Fuck, Har, you make me laugh.”

“Fuck him. He’s got this ominous feeling about him. I swear, he was givin’ me mixed message looks. One minute he looked like he wanted to eat me up, next he was lookin’ like he wanted to beat my ass. Shit was fucked up.”

She looks shocked by that. “What, like actually beat you up?”

I widen my eyes and nod. “Yeah. It was the craziest shit, but what was even more crazy was the fact that that nigga was turning me all the way on.” I shudder. “All the way on.”

“So…”

“So then he asked for my number and I gave it to him.”

“Okay, good. Least you ain’t gotta go through Carisse to see him again.”

I swallow. “That’s not all, though.”

“Yeah?”

“He kissed me.”

She slowly smiles. “And?”

“Shit was a muthafuckin’ explosion.” I exhale slowly, remembering how good that shit was. “I ain’t ever experienced anything close to how that felt. Girl, I was so fuckin’ wet…” Ugh…

“What?”

“I didn’t fuck him, though, even though I wanted to. Badly.” I look down at my salad, feeling the shame so hard. “I did somethin’ much worse.”

“Worse?”

“Yeah. So he let me leave, finally, not without warning me that we were gonna finish what we’d started. He basically ordered me to see him today, too, and it was weird cuz it was like I didn’t have a choice. Anyways, I ran my ass out of there when he tried to kiss me again cuz my decision not to let him fuck was waverin’.”

“Yeah, so that’s all good?”

“No, it ain’t,” I whisper. “I ran to my car and made myself cum.”

“Shit, Har.”

I raise my head and she gives me a sympathetic look. “And I swear I only rubbed that shit a couple times and I almost died from how strong it was.”

“Yeah, well, mates do kinda make you feel way over the top when it comes to that.”

I nod but look back down at my salad. “He saw me, Ella.”

“What?”

I can hear her horror and nod my head. “Yeah. He saw. I looked up and he was looking out the window at me. I swear the look he gave me has me scared to close my eyes. He’s been blowing up my phone all morning, too, askin’ when the fuck I’m gonna link him.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah… That nigga even sent me a pic on WhatsApp.”

“A dick pic?”

“Nah, a pic of a twelve pack of Magnum XL’s and said he’s gonna use them all on me. Today.”

She laughs again and I ain’t even mad at her cuz I’d laugh at me, too. “Damn, Har… What you gonna do?”

I look at her. What the fuck she mean? “Obviously I’m gonna meet that nigga.” I smile. “I’ma make him wait a little bit longer, though.”

“You’re bad.”

Me, bad? “Am I fuck. He’s the one who wanna offer dick without rubber. He deserves that shit.”

She shakes her head but she’s still chuckling. “Well, if you need help healing afterwards, let me know. I got the same blood as Mom.”

What? “Shit, really?” So that means she can heal and shit?

“Uh, huh. Sounds like you gonna need some, too.”

She might be right… “Ugh… I wish I was twenty already.”

She gives me a look. “Don’t wish that shit away. Enjoy the last bit of being human. Besides, if you think shit is intense between you two now, you don’t wanna know what it’s like once even one of you has changed. Shit is way over the top.”

I hold my hand up. “You’re right. I don’t wanna know.”

She suddenly looks down and I watch her. It looks like she’s listening to something, and then a bang makes me jump and look over to Davonyé’s table.

“I don't give a fuck what I said before, nigga. Now I'm telling you I’on love that girl, and I don't wanna have this old ass conversation again,” Davonyé says, clearly angry.

“Chill, Von. It ain't that serious—” Niro starts.

“To me it fuckin’ is! Shit, if you care so much, you fuckin’ date her ass.”

“Alright, alright. My bad.”

Damn, they asking him about Carisse and he ain’t happy. I bet it’s cuz he knows Ella can hear him. I feel for him.

Ella looks back at me, so I ask her about her plans for Davonyé’s change but then I remember what Carr said to me yesterday.

“Carisse is thinkin’ about going down to Davonyé’s work. She told me yesterday.”

I can see in her eyes she’s pissed off by that, but then she shrugs. “It don’t matter anyway cuz he ain’t gonna be there for the next three weeks.”

That means he’s got time off school for werewolf training, too…

She pulls out her phone and starts typing on it.

She looks over to Davonyé, so I look, too. He checks his phone and the way his shoulders suddenly stiffen tells me she’s told him. “Yo, I'll see you niggas in class.” He stands to leave and I see him look at Ella quickly before walking our way.

I look back at Ella and she looks at me. She stays quiet and I wait for her to make her excuses to leave. They’re keeping shit between them a secret for my benefit and I’m grateful, but I do feel bad about it. I know Davonyé’s ready to tell the whole damn world that Ella’s his.

And once he changes, his dominance over her is only gonna get more intense.

Ella closes her eyes for longer than a blink and I wonder if she’s inhaling his scent now her mate’s closer.

“You alright? You look like you're in pain,” I say, smirking at her.

She smiles. “I gotta go, but if you need that blood—”

I give her a look. Oh, so she really got jokes now? “Bihhh…”

That makes her smile harder. “Text me.”

“Alright. I’m gonna come over to meet my cousin tomorrow morning before my classes start – but don’t worry, I won’t bother you.” I got the text from Uncle Clarence early hours this morning about Amarey being born.

She rolls her eyes.

“What? I know you be gettin’ that shit in.” I wouldn’t wanna be bothered either if I was getting ware dick on tap.

Hell, any dick would be good right now. Bitch is dry round here.

“Don’t be jealous, you will be soon, too,” she says, before leaving the cafeteria in the opposite direction to where Davonyé just went.

I pull out my phone and re-read the last message Jaheim sent me.

Mate: So you don’t want this dick now?

I roll my eyes. Nigga, I always want dick, so you best be prepared to use that shit multiple times daily for the rest of your muthafuckin’ life…