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Emerson raises a brow at Weston and not so subtly gives him a judgmental once–over,
“Since when were you and Meredith text buddies?”
He asked quietly. The accusation in his tone spikes defensiveness in the beta. What? Did he think Meredith was too cool to talk to him? Is that what it was? It was no secret she was Emerson’s idol, but come on this was just downright mean. And the look of disgust on Emerson’s face like Weston was some roach scurrying in the dirt did more than just damage his ego. Weston straightens, puffing out his chest and tilts his chin up.
“Since we made the group chat.”
The ginger scrunches his brows together and looks over to Isaac who shrugs at him. He didn’t know what group chat he was talking about. In fact, neither of them did. As far as they were concerned, Noah, being a man that forgets he leaves his phone on do not disturb just to avoid talking to people,
would no way work well in a group chat.
“Group chat?”
Isaac asks.
“Group chat.”
Isaac and Emerson stare at Weston silently. The two doubting his words.
“Do you guys smell that?”
Weston asks, sniffing the air for effects. He turns his head from left to right,
“Smell the silent judgement?”
Isaac blinks ever so slowly.
“Did you really just quote Tony Stark?”
“….Yes.”
Emerson lets out a strangled sigh, shutting his eyes for a brief second. Peeling his lids open, he shot Weston a pointed look,
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“Don’t even think about going back up there. Just leave them alone. They’ll come out when they get bored. It’ll be like yoga… kind of.”
Weston frowns. Folding his arms over this chest, he raises a brow,
“Yoga? That’s real funny, Em. Never knew under that cold exterior there was a comedian.”
Emerson rolls his eyes but ignores Weston’s remarks.
“Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me Stefan and Laura Locksworth are here.”
Emerson opens his mouth to respond but flinches when he senses something. A ripple of familiarity runs through his spine. Almost feeling the grip of panic coil around his throat, he slowly turns. His eyes are wide as he looked at Weston who was still running his mouth without a care in the world,
“Stefan and Laura Locksworth are here.”
Weston stops mid sentence and gives him an unimpressed look. Jutting out his bottom lip he narrows his eyes at him,
“Okay, ha–ha very funny.”
Emerson shakes his head.
“No seriously.”
Emerson lifts his gaze at Weston, whose smile was wiped off his face upon seeing his expression.
“Your jokes are going a little far.”
Weston laughs nervously, panic beginning to rise in him. He shifts his weight on his other foot impatiently. The sudden gravity of Emerson’s solemn voice cloaking over him like deadweight. A
wake
up
call he hoped was untrue.
“That’s the thing. I’m afraid he’s not joking, West.”
Weston whirls his head around and swallows when he sees the two figures approaching. A tall, built Alpha male with his lovely Luna by his side with a warm smile. Weston clamps his mouth shut, rolling his lips in before popping them out. Nodding awkwardly at the arched brow of the Alpha, he sucked in a breath,
“Well shit.”
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“Don’t you think we should get out of bed?”
I ask him. Raizel doesn’t acknowledge my suggestion and instead buries himself further into the crook of my neck. Thick arms were wrapped around my upper body in a warm, tight possessive grip. I’m almost surprised I didn’t find myself melding into him from how pressed together we were.
The tip of his nose grazes down the curve of my nape before he decidedly settles at the junction. Shivers rake up my spine in surprise when his teeth nip at my shoulder.
Goddess it felt heavenly.
I tremble against him, his arms tightening their hold in response. He nestles into my body like I was a safe haven meant specifically for him- only him. The content little sighs he makes easing the worry still etched in the deep mess of my heart. The worry that somehow this peace wouldn’t last. And I’m not naive, I know it won’t. This short lived happiness I was indulging in won’t be permanent. But I would still do everything in my power to hold onto it.
Looking down at the man clinging onto me, I let my eyelids fall halfway.
This man would be the end of me.
He claims me to be the death of him yet I feel like our roles are reversed.
My heart pounds along with his as he rubbed my hip with his long fingers. Soothing circles drawn
like invisible tattoos burn into my skin from his fingertips. The remnants of his body heat linger in the invisibl
shapes.
Bruises in the
shape of his hands- a splash of blue and purple- lay at my hips bare to anyone who’d see it. A colorful reminder of the activities we partook in just moments before. I wouldn’t dare say it, but I felt some kind of pride swell in my chest. To see the marks blossoming on my skin felt almost relieving? This man had marked me just as I did with him. I let my eyes map down his back. Hickeys and scratches and nail indents litter down his muscles and undoubtedly his chest. I felt myself blush. Was I really that aggressive?
