Unscented Novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Chapter 14

’Emilia? What the- How the fuck are you doing this?’

His hands started pawing at

again through my bra, hot tears falling down my face. He smirked when he saw my tears, leaning down so his disgusting mouth was right next to my ear.

"You shouldn’t cry, it only turns

on more." I sent Andrew a picture of where I was, begging for him to co alone. It wasn’t long before I sensed him, my tears falling harder as the disgusting Alpha began to fumble with his own belt and pants.

"Get off of her!" Andrew charged and took him by surprise, landing a right hook directly on his temple. The Alpha didn’t last long, crumpling on the gravel as I tried to retain as much dignity as I could. I sobbed as Andrew held , my head burying itself in his chest.

He hushed , petting my hair as I cried desperately into him. I always wanted to be the badass everyone thought I was. I wanted to be the girl who partied and drank and barely did her howork.

But in reality I’d never touched a drop of alcohol, nor any type of drugs.

I always did my howork and often turned it in early, and I stayed ho every weekend. I was a broken girl, with no dreams or hopes who had hoped for a happy ending. I

was just entirely too naive to believe I’d actually get one.

Andrew led

to the pack house the party was held at, my hands clinging to him ungracefully.

I was thankful he hoisted

into the balcony on the second floor, leading

into Wesleys room. His room had deep red walls with books covering three of the four walls. His bed was pushed into a corner with a small acoustic guitar next to it and a small notepad. His bed slt exactly like him, with floral sheets and a huge comforter, two pillows; although one was untouched and slled completely new.

"Go shower, then we’ll talk." I nodded as I walked into his adjoining bathroom, allowing myself the briefest mont to marvel over just how rich he was.

His shower was completely separate from his jacuzzi bathtub, with an overhead spout that shot out water like it was from the future or sothing. I swear, if I could marry inanimate objects, I’d marry this shower and never leave its side.

I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way into the room, fully aware that my scars and bruises were obvious and being stared at. My face lifted to see Andrews harsh one, quickly retreating as I walked into Wesleys closet.

"Do you think he’d mind if I borrowed so of his clothes?" I whispered, knowing full well he could hear .

"Probably not, since what happened tonight and everything. Although, you already know of our kind don’t you." I didn’t answer his cold tone, tugging on one of his grey t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

I walked in and sat at the edge of the bed, my gaze not eting Andrews form across the room as I spoke. I spoke so low the music below us almost drowned

out, Andrews body inching closer to

to listen.

"I’m a wolf, Andrew, my father abandoned my mother when he t his mate the day after she got pregnant with . She begged him not to go, but he left anyway. She was heartbroken, and form that day on, she hated wolves. She forbade

to ever be friends with them, and hid my scent. She’s a witch, which makes

half witch, half wolf, although my wolf is the dominating side."

"So that’s why we never slt you or sensed you?" I nodded, my hands wringing themselves together.