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“Why don’t you go and ask her on a date instead of taking your frustrations out on everyone else?” Jared suggests to me as he walks away, “I know she isn’t going to be happy with you if she learns that you have been doing this. I know that I wouldn’t be happy with you either.”
I don’t know how I feel about it, knowing it is a bit of a situation where this could turn ugly. Pursing my lips, I decide to just go with the flow and screw whatever happens next. Running my fingers through my hair, I go about my business and hope for the best, thinking that nothing more will come from this. Like I have said before, I couldn’t be certain of my feelings, but it is pretty clear to me that I’m figuring it out one step at a time. And when I see how Elara has been looking at me at the bar, I know that I might be able to win a little bit.
I let the men go, not having fun with this anymore. I want to go see Elara, having a bit of questions for her. I don’t know what would come next, feeling a bit weird either way so I’m trying to figure out what to do about it. I don’t know what would happen next, seeing how this is the kind of thing that would make my stomach churn with nerves. It’s pretty obvious to me now that I don’t know what to make of it and it looks like this could be a dangerous game.
When I reach the bar, I head inside, and no one dares to stop me. I think everyone has figured out that she is my mate and I’m okay with that even if she isn’t. I know she has been trying to hide the fact that she is my mate, and it is pretty hurtful, kind of like a punch to the gut. I didn’t expect her to be so cold towards me afterwards, thinking that she felt the same way that I did. I didn’t know how wrong I was until it was too late but even now, I don’t see a big issue with it.
“What are you doing here, Alpha Orson?” Elara asks me, folding her arms across her chest, enticing me a bit, “I thought we finished whatever was going on between us.”
“What would we have finished when we just started?” I ask her, raising an eyebrow at her, “I know that you’re upset with me and everything and I’m sorry. I wish that things could be different, but it seems to me that it isn’t the case right now. Can you forgive me for marking you and let me take you on a date?”
She hesitates even though I’m not really sorry about marking her. I wanted her badly and I didn’t care what stood in my way, I was going to have her. I might have gone about it the wrong way, but I don’t think that she would ever regret me. If she does, I would be surprised. I mean, I can tell that she does have something against me even if she wouldn’t admit it to my face but I’m trying to figure out precisely how this woman makes me feel.
I mean worst case scenario is that I might end up fully making her mine by knotting her.
I don’t think that she would regret it.
“Sure, I will go on a date with you.” She murmurs, making me feel like I’m about to be high on life.
I didn’t think she would say yes but I’m not going to give her a chance to say anything else. I just hope she knows what kind of person she just decided to let out.
Chapter Seven
Elara
I have no idea if I’m going to regret being with Orson or accepting to go on a date with him. Although he is handsome and he has been trying to prove to me that he is a good guy, I don’t know if I can accept it. I don’t know if I want to accept it. It is becoming pretty clear to me that I’m not so sure about how I feel about him, and it is an odd sensation that is just making me really feel weird. I know it seems pretty clear to me that I’m definitely trying to figure out where to go with our relationship.
When I see how Orson looks at me, it is definitely something that sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t tell what he is going to do to me, knowing it is highly possible that he might end up doing dirty things to me if he is given the chance. I don’t know why I have already figured out the kind of person that Orson is trying to hide himself in being. I don’t really blame him for being that way, being pretty sure about this entire situation that he isn’t a bad guy at all, and I don’t know what to make of it.
It seems to me like he is trying to win me over, but he is also failing at the same time. It is an odd combination, making me want to do a lot to him but I couldn’t be sure what to make of it. When I see how he looks at me, it almost makes my heart skip a beat and I don’t know what to do afterwards. I couldn’t tell if he is doing this because he genuinely likes me or if he is just doing this to win.
I don’t have anything to give him, that much is clear, and it seems to me like he doesn’t know what he is doing either. I hate this sensation, slightly afraid that something more might come from it and this dangerous game we’re playing might end up becoming more and more deadly. If he picks me to be his mate, what will come from it? Would I accept him? Would I want to accept him? Do I even want him like that?
I don’t know.
But when I come in front of his house, that’s when I realize I might have bitten off more than I could choose. He wanted to come get me, but I told him not to, wanting to get my thoughts together before facing him. I didn’t think our date would be at his house, but it makes me curious to see if he is going to jump me or something.
It wouldn’t be surprising considering the situation but I’m fully okay with whatever he wants to do to me. If he wants to fuck me or not, I think that I can handle myself.
When I knock at the door, I kind of wish that he wouldn’t answer but when I do, my jaw almost drops. He is looking sexier than usual with his shirt rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms and he wears pants that show off how toned his legs are. It smells good on the inside and that’s when I realize he is cooking for me. A soft smile flits across his usually cold expression which makes my heart jump in my chest.
“Sorry, I’m not quite done making dinner yet, so it’ll be a little bit.” He explains to me, a gentleness in his eyes that has my heart skipping a beat, “I don’t know what to do now but it seems like we’re going to have a bit of fun tonight. Don’t you think?”
I don’t know what to make of what he has just told me, feeling a bit weird about it but I’m okay with whatever he throws my way. It is becoming more and more clear to me that I’m processing everything that he is saying right now and trying to decide what to do about it. It is becoming more obvious that everything happening between us right now could definitely end up being something that could lead to something more dangerous. I guess I better figure it out.
I step inside of his home, hearing the door lock behind us as he shuts the door. I’m feeling a bit nervous, worried about what’ll come next. I couldn’t be certain but when I see him looking at me, it’s like my heart doesn’t know what to do. He leads me into the kitchen where he is cooking, showing me everything. It is so cute, making me smile because I would have never guessed him to be such a sweetheart. I almost thought that he would be someone to watch out for, but I guess I am wrong.
“What are you cooking?” I finally ask him curiously.
“Steak.” He explains to me, “I figured that would be the best bet because I forgot to ask you what’s your favorite.”
That is even more cute, making my lips twitch slightly. I don’t know what I’m going to do about him. I don’t know how this man has managed to worm his way into my heart, but I doubt I’m going to let him walk away from me so easily. I mean honestly, what is the worst thing that could happen if I do decide to let him in?
Chapter Eight
Orson
“So, how did you end up here?” I ask her, feeling a bit curious about that because she is just someone who doesn’t do anything like that, “I don’t know why I feel this way but I kind of feel like you didn’t come here because you wanted to. It was more like you HAD to.”
