Awakening the Alpha's Daughter

Chapter 18

Ariella

I put mine and Davonyé’s glasses in the dishwasher and then set it to run. The anger is still flaming inside me but I'm desperately tryin’ to fight it. I knew he had a girlfriend from the first time I laid eyes on him, so now I just gotta bide my time and wait to see how all this shit pans out.

I’ve gotta believe he’ll leave her eventually, even if he takes his time to do it. It’s just, Mom says all the time how bad she was with her anger, so I don’t wanna lash out at him, but then, I have mentally been preparing myself for this stage for years.

I'm a very calm person and always have been, so I think that’s helped so far... Tomorrow is the last day before my change, though, and at this point, anything could happen.

I go upstairs to my parents’ room. The door is open, and even though mom is dozing in ware form on the bed, I go over to sit beside her.

“So, what did you think?” I ask dad who’s sitting up against the headboard.

His brow lifts. “He seems nice enough. Your mother didn't get any bad feelings about him either.”

Mom huffs.

Which means she didn’t get any visions of him.

I lean against her and then hug her middle. Her blonde and brown fur tickles my cheek. “Thank you, both, for being so understanding about all of this. I know him having a girlfriend sets a certain impression, too.”

Mom huffs again.

“It does,” dad says, resting a hand on my shoulder briefly. “But I know you'll handle it how you see fit.”

I release mom and sit back up to face dad. “He wants to talk. I think maybe about his relationship status, and also about why things are so intense between us. I said maybe I could see him tomorrow?”

Dad’s quiet for a moment. “I suppose not,” he finally says, not looking particularly happy.

I frown. “You suppose not?”

“I was talking to your mother. She said if you wanna see him after his shift tonight, then you can.”

I look at them in turn. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I guess it's better than having you sneak out. We've had the rest of the family asking what the plans are for your birthday party and when they can come. You want them here for your change or do you wanna wait till Saturday to see everyone?”

“Um, not for my change, but I don’t mind if they’re here before I wake up.” I can’t risk them being here for my change, especially because of the magic... I need to speak to Aura.

“That's fine with us. We'll arrange it tomorrow. You speaking to Harmony yet?”

I shake my head. “Not yet, but I'll sort things out with her by tomorrow.”

“Good. Family can be annoying, but family is still family.”

“I know.”

Dad nods thoughtfully.

“I'm gonna try get some sleep before I'm hungry again,” I tell them as I get up to leave.

Mom let's out a low growl, the only one I know, the one that says she loves me.

“Love you both,” I say as I pull their door almost closed.

***

I sleep on and off for a few hours until hunger sends me racing to the fridge. The hunger literally feels like a knife to the stomach when it comes now. It scares me to think of how much it will hurt tomorrow if I don’t keep on top of it. I down two glasses of water before I return to my room and see the notification light flashing green on my cell.

It’s Davonyé. Wyd?

I’m surprised he’s texting me so soon after our little spat earlier. I guess my mood swings aren’t putting him off yet.

I text back. Nothing. How's work?

He starts typing straight away. I guess he’s on a break. Long af. I wanna see u.

I sigh because I feel the same. As soon as he left earlier it was like I felt the loss...

I wanna see u 2.

He stays online, but it takes a while for him to reply this time. Do u know if I can see u 2moro yet?

Am I gonna look too thirsty if I tell him he can come back here after work? I mean, I’m basically inviting him over to fuck… I look around my room; I need to tidy up a little before he comes. If he comes. It’s not gonna be easy for him to get away from Carisse without her suspecting something either.

Fuck it. I’m still gonna give him the option.

You can see me after work if u ain’t too tired. What time u finish? I type, and then I quickly hit send before I can talk myself out of it.

Midnight. I don't get tired. Don't ur parents mind?

He don’t get tired? I hope he means something else by that…

No. They're cool with it. U made a good impression.

Aight. I gotta stop at home after work.

Ain't Carisse there?

Nah, she's at Harmony’s place. U gonna sleep till I get there?

Fucking hell. Harmony and Carisse are spending a hell of a lot of time together. Harmony’s doing me a favour for once. And she don’t even realise it.

Maybe. Call me when you’re close.

Kl.

He’s coming over, and my stomach cramps in anticipation when I think about what will happen when he gets here. I don't have any condoms, though, not that I can get pregnant in human form or catch std’s, but I don’t want him thinking I’m careless, so I’ll have to make him use them anyway. I wonder if he'll bring some with him? Maybe that's why he’s going home first…

He had one in his backpack at school, though, so did he plan to use them with me, or does he use them with Carisse still, even though they’re in a relationship? The thought of him not using them with Carisse sends my anger raging, and my thoughts suddenly take a U-turn.

He ain’t gonna get in me raw until he’s mine.

***

I get a text from Davonyé at midnight, telling me he's on his way home. I take the time to shower, and shave almost my entire body in the en-suite of my new soundproofed bedroom. I fumble with the razor between my legs, managing to shave in a neat landing strip without shaving my clit off. God knows how.

I decide to wear white cotton shorts and a tank top but skip the bra. I wear a black thong, though. Mom and dad regulate their temperature automatically, so they don’t feel the heat or the cold, which is good because I have the heating on high twenty-four-seven these days cuz it’s freezing this time of year.

I redo my makeup but skip the heavy stuff. I'm not about to semi-contour my face at this time of night for no one. I leave my hair down, too, even though it’s a bit wild.

I sit on the edge of my bed and clock watch. Davonyé will be here anytime now. I can feel the adrenaline and excitement rushing through my veins... What will he ask me? What will I say? Will we have sex again?

That last one is probably a definite yes.

I suddenly blush from the thought of him basically teaching me how to fuck. I mean, I've only done desk sex. What if he likes getting head? Does he eat pussy?

My cheeks flame. Lorddddd…

I kinda know the basics of giving oral, in my head. Don’t bite it unless they like it, pay attention to the balls, too, but don’t be too rough with them cuz they’re sensitive. Use lots of spit and tongue, and try to shove it as far down your throat as possible without choking or throwing up on it.

Ugh… That shit sounds hard as fuck.

My cell suddenly vibrates on the dresser and I know he's here.

“Ariella?” I hear mom call as I approach her room.

I poke my head in. Dad’s sleeping beside her, but she’s sat up under the covers. “Yes, mom?”

“Be careful what you tell him,” she says quietly.

“I will, mom.”

“Alright. Shut the door, but if you need us, knock.”

“I will.”

I close the door and then run downstairs to let Davonyé in. My heart stutters when I see him. He's wearing dark jeans now, with a black tee and jacket. His eyes don't leave mine while he steps inside, and I almost get lost in his seas of darkness.

“Where are your rents?” he asks as I break our eye contact to close the door.

I turn to face him and he briefly looks down at my nipples. The cold air mixed with my soaring arousal has made them rock hard. “In bed. Don't worry about them. Would you like a drink? You hungry? I can make you somethin’?” I’m rambling like fuck cuz I’m feeling nervous as hell.

“Yes, yes, and yes,” he says and then follows me to the kitchen.

He sits at the island, and I lean against the stove to watch him. He looks massive sitting there all alone; all broad shoulders and thick arms. I smile but I don't know why. “What do you want to drink?”

I watch his gaze sweep over my body, making me shiver. “You got bourbon here?”

“I do. Dad drinks it. I'll get you a glass. What do you want to eat? I have steak here if you want some?” More rambling…

“That’s work right now at this time of night.”

“Nah, it's cool. I could eat some.” Please say yes…

“Aight.”

Thank God…

I take a couple T-bones out the fridge and pop a piece of raw beef at the same time on the sly. I'm gonna have to eat this steak at least medium for it to really benefit me, but I know a lot of people don't eat barely cooked meat…

“You want help?” I hear Davonyé ask behind me.

“Up to you. Was work busy?”

“We close at ten so it wasn’t too bad.” He appears beside me, much closer than necessary.

“That's good,” I say, sounding breathy. Ugh, this man is gonna make me burn up this damn food smelling divine like that. “What do you want with your steak?”

“It's late, so salad is good. If you have it?”

“Yeah, I do. It's in the fridge. Do you go to the gym?”

“Yeah. Four times a week.” He collects the ingredients for the salad and then searches for a knife.

Yeah, I thought he worked out. He’s built as fuck. Just like a ware…

I point out the chopping board and knives on the side, and he grabs what he needs. “I should probably go gym, but I just do kickboxing. Kinda runs in the family. Mom did it.” I shrug. “Self-defence is kinda unnegotiable in my family.”

He gives me a quick look and then his eyes travel down to my ass before he remembers himself and looks back up to my face. “Nah. You don't need no gym,” he says thoughtfully. “Your body is perfect just how it is.”

He drops the knife and then pulls me against his body to kiss me. I literally fall to pieces in his arms. I swear, every time he puts his hands on me the harder it is to feel them come off.

He suddenly lets me go and I have to hold onto the counter. “I'm sorry. I needed to. It's all I've been thinkin’ about since I left you earlier. I don't even know you, Ariella. I know nothin’ about you apart from the fact I have this intense desire to. I wanna know why. I need to know that this thing between us ain't just something that's gonna disappear as quick as it came along.”

“It won't. The way we feel about each other...” I put the steak into the griddle pan and it sizzles. “Do you believe in destiny?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. I kinda believe that everything happens for a reason.” He's quiet for a moment while he chops some red bell pepper. “I'm starting to wonder if you were the real reason I moved here.”

“Davonyé...” Ugh, what can I say that's not so bait... “I'm different to most girls. There are things about me that aren't... normal. I hope I can tell you soon, but for now, just know that your feelings towards me are only gonna get stronger.”

“But why?”

I shake my head. “I've already told you why.”

“No, you ain't.”

I feel his eyes on me, but I keep my focus on the griddle pan. “I have. Several times.”

He reaches over me to flip the steaks.

“You don't like it well done?” I ask in surprise.

“No. Medium is good.”

I smile to myself. I might make a werewolf out of him yet. “Where are your family from? Or have they always lived in Ontario?”

“Nah, dad was a migrant from Jamaica. Mom's from Ontario, though. What about you?”

“Mom’s from England. Dad's from the South.”

He nods as he tears the lettuce. “I thought so. His accent sounded like it with some of the things he said.”

“Yeah. His family travelled a lot when he was growing up, but that's where he was born and mostly bred.”

“I thought your mom was British. You look like her, but more like your dad.”

“That's what everyone says.”

We finish making the food and then we sit at the island to eat.

“Harmony cornered me today after Economics.”

I stare at him as I swallow my food. “What?”

He nods. “Yeah. Did you say anything to her about—”

“No, I didn't. I ain't said shit to anyone.” Fucking Harmony and her nosy ass. I feel vexed as fuck.

“Hey, calm down.”

Ha! That’s easier said than done. “What did she say?” I ask, trying not to sound so snappy.

“Something about ‘now me and you have found each other, I should end it with Carr’. I guess Carr’s told her I've been acting different since the party or somethin’, and she’s addin’ shit up.”

I sigh. “She noticed we'd been giving each other looks that night. That's why we fell out, cuz she was giving me a hard time about being a relationship wrecker and fuckin’ up her friendship with Carisse.”

“Well, she said something that sounded a lot like, ‘welcome to the family’ before she walked off.”

“Fuck sake,” I mutter. “I'll sort it.”

He puts his fork down on the edge of his plate. “Look, Ariella, about Carisse—”

“Don't. I get you've got a girl. I should probably leave you alone, but I can't, and I won't ever be able to. Don't involve me with your decision about your relationship with her. You gotta make your own mind up. Just know you're always gonna be mine.” I sound snappy but I’m still feeling angry about the Harmony situation.

He looks surprised but smirks at me. “Yours, huh?”

“That’s what I said. We're a ticking time bomb, you and me. But you'll see...”

I change the subject to lighter topics; mainly ones that ain’t gonna piss me off. After we finish eating, we load the dishwasher and then go outside so Davonyé can smoke.

We sit on the swing bench in silence while he rolls a blunt in the moonlight. I watch how delicately he handles the weed and it makes me think about how he’s gonna use those hands on me…

“So, what do you wanna do when you finish school?”

The tip of his tongue swipes the edge of the wrap and I shudder. Watching him do that does something crazy to my insides.

“Yo, Shawty, I asked you a question?” he says while waving a hand in front of my face.

I snap out of my thoughts. “Um, I wanna run one of my parents’ businesses or maybe my own. I ain’t decided fully yet.”

He nods his head as he looks across the garden. “That’s cool. You gonna stay in Montreal?”

“I dunno. They have businesses all over the world. Dad’s taught me hella languages, so I could really go anywhere.”

“Yeah, I think Harmony mentioned that your dad taught you how to speak other languages.”

Ugh… Harmony… “Yeah. Dad knows loads. He struggles with Arabic, though, so I’ve kinda helped him with that one.”

“Shit…” He gives me a quick glance before looking towards the woods. “…I love a girl that can speak different languages. That shit is sexy.”

“Tu es parum pudici puer,” I tell him in Latin. You are sexy, boy.

He turns to face me. He’s smiling. “What was that?”

“I said, ‘pass the joint’, in Latin.” I smirk.

He slowly hands it over while giving me a cautious look. I take a long pull before slowly releasing the smoke into the dark. I feel his eyes on me and when I pull the blunt again, I turn to face him. He leans closer and kisses me, letting the smoke travel from my mouth into his.

It turns me on like mad.

God help me.

His lips leave mine. “Pull it again,” he says quietly, moving away just enough to give me room to carry out his request.

I pull it again, harder this time and then wait for him to kiss me. His lips move painfully slowly against mine this time as he inhales the smoke, and then once I inhale again, he kisses me harder. His hands slip under my coat and the goosebumps on my naked thighs ripple furiously over the rest of my body. He ain’t holding back with the tongue at all, and when he randomly pulls my lips between his teeth, I can’t help the spill of moans that fall into his mouth.

He suddenly pulls away, taking the joint from my fingers. This time, he takes a deep pull and lets me inhale the smoke from his mouth. My head is starting to fuzz but I can still feel the cramp in my lower belly and the throbbing in my pussy. Fuck… He smells and tastes so good, and the way he’s feeling up my waist, just beneath my jacket, only makes me think about what he’d be doing with me out here if it wasn’t so cold.

He finally lets me go, but he doesn’t say anything. He becomes lost in his thoughts and so do I. We pass the blunt between us every couple of pulls but stay silent as we smoke. I knew that finding your mate was something special, but to feel these emotions and I haven’t even changed yet… I’m anxious thinking about how much more intense my feelings for him will be afterwards.

Cuz I’m barely coping now.