Page 61 of My Grumpy Alpha

ELI

I've never been vulnerable with a woman before, I wanted to try, I wanted to try with her, so I’ve also never been rejected so harshly. She has secrets, and I’m not a trustworthy person to share them with.

I make a note for my stupid therapist.

Is it the anger?

Is it the rage at not finding my mate but wanting her instead?

Or is it the beginnings of a heartbreak that hasn’t even started so really, how could it fucking possibly end?

I'm embarrassed I asked if I’m being honest.

I slide her down the tile wall, her eyes are distant, I almost kiss her, but I know she doesn’t want it.

“

"I…” My voice is hoarse, my fangs dripping to cut into her skin.

“I agree to your terms.”

She smirks.

“Kind of makes you my pimp, right?”

I slam my hands on either side of her head, making her jump and growl low in my throat.

“A pimp shares his girls, I will not share you or no deal. It’s only me. Me!”

I pound my right fist next to the wall and realize too late that I’ve actually put a hole through the expensive tile.

Her lower lip wobbles.

"And what if I find my forever?”

"What if your forever is already here?”

Her smile’s sad.

“I think you and I both know that’s not possible. You already set the rules, remember?”

I’m an idiot.

“How could I ever forget calling you a prostitute for wanting money for sex?”

Tears fill her eyes, but she still meets my gaze.

“May I be excused now, sir? Or are you not satisfied enough with my performance?”

It cuts deep and still it’s my fault for taking it this way, for making it this way. I jerk away from her and growl again.

“Be at the office in an hour. And make my latte decaf.”

She snorts and shoves by me.

“Right, because the last thing we need is a werewolf on a caffeine trip, throwing desks everywhere, people, pencils..”

"I can hear you!”