The Millennium Wolves

 Book 2: Chapter 8 

Sienna

As soon as I sent the last text, I burrowed myself deeper under his covers. I hadn’t intended on ending

up here, in his bed, but after I finished the painting… I just started wandering

It felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, the urge inside me to find him, to keep him next to me So I sent the

goddamn text. And now I was in his room, in his bed, because that was the closest I could get to him

right now.

What is happening to me?

I was sending passive-aggressive texts. I was fantasizing about cuddling. I’d become the kind of girl I

swore I’d never be—the kind that depends on a guy. The truth of that realization made the tears start

falling. Great. I‘m even more of a cliche now.

I was flipping the pillow over, trying to give myself a fresh start and calm down a little, when the

bedroom door flew open. I hadn’t heard a car pull into the driveway. I hadn’t heard the front door open

or close. But it didn’t matter. Aiden was here.

He growled, and the sound sent shivers down my spine. His hazel eyes were on me, I could feel them,

but my own eyes were closed. It wasn’t that I was scared of facing him after what I’d sent. I was

dominant. I could always handle myself.

No, it was the embarrassment that I didn’t want to acknowledge. The shame that filled the room and left

the air feeling thick, making it hard to breathe.

Because now it wasn’t just me who knew how much the Alpha affected me. No, now the Alpha knew

too.

And then he was on me.

“Look at me,” he growled again, and I could feel the heat in his hands radiating through my shoulders

as he pulled me up. I was sitting now, looking right at him, and he hadn’t let my shoulders out of his

grasp. “You’re crying.”

I immediately wiped the tears away from my eyes, or tried to, at least. I knew if I tried to say something

back my voice would betray me and he’d hear the shame loud and clear.

So

I just focused on his face. His beautiful face, the one that was almost too much to look at.

But now, with his hands on my shoulders, he made sure my gaze stayed on him.

I tried to look down, but he put his thumb under my chin and lifted my face back up. “Talk to me,” he

ordered.

“I shouldn’t have—”

“You shouldn’t have questioned my masculinity.” He growled at me, so low, so heartfelt, that the weight

of what I’d done lingered between us. I had questioned the Alpha. “But more importantly,” he continued,

“you shouldn’t have been here by yourself. Crying. Being sad. No more of that.”

And in an instant, he jumped over me and pulled me to him so we were lying on our sides pressed up

against each other. His arms pulled me close to him, and I could feel him smelling my hair.

“I’m here. And I’ll be here.” His voice was right in my ear, and it made me feel like my entire body was

wrapped in velvet. All warm and smooth.

I wiggled around so we were facing each other, lacing my arms around his back. Our mouths were

centimeters away. Our eyes were wide open, locked on each other.

“I hate this,” I said softly.

“You… hate this?” he asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes. “Not… this. Not you. But yes, this. And yes, you. I’m not this girl! I’ve never been this

girl. And now I’m crying, and I’m missing you, and I don’t like that feeling. Of needing you.”

“Needing me isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“Sure feels like it.”

“Well, I could be offended,” he said, sliding his finger down my nose. The contact made my body

quiver. “But as a real man, I’ll just say… that I won’t ever leave my woman alone. Not again. I promise.”

Something about hearing my words come

from his mouth, about the closeness of how we were, all entangled in his sheets, made the sadness of

before disappear.

It was like everything inside me was telling me to let him in, to trust him, to rely on him.

It was still scary, but it felt manageable now. Like I could overcome the fear so long as he was wrapped

around me. I looked at him again, feeling safe and sturdy with a man who’d been a stranger a few short

weeks ago.

***

Warmth. Dim light. Wrapped up in… something

“Mmmm.” I let the sound out before I could stop it, before my eyes could even open. It was all too… too

delicious. Like a warm apple pie.

My eyes flashed open. Warm apple pie.

Everything came back to me. The tears, the text, the growl. And the man next to me, still tangled

around me, fast asleep.

Sun was shining in through the space in the window that the curtain didn’t cover. “Hey,” I said, nudging

Aiden’s bicep. He looked so peaceful, so calm, that I didn’t want to wake him. This might’ve been the

first time he’d been more vulnerable than me.

But I knew that he’d left work early to be with me yesterday and that he had to take care of business.

He was the Alpha, after all. “Aiden.” I nudged him again, and this time he stirred.

His eyes opened slowly, and he let out a big exhale, stretching his arms into the air. “Gr morning,” he

said, and then he pulled me back to him.

“I can’t… breathe…” I said, laughing and squirming against him. I could feel him get excited as I moved

my hips, trying to break free, but he just held me tighter. “Aiden!” I let out, and he released me.

I turned so I was facing him, so I could feel his breath on my cheek. “You have to go to work,” I said

softly, trying to hide my emotions.

I’d been needy enough last night. I didn’t want him to think I’d be like that all the time.

And I didn’t want to think that of myself, either.

“No I don’t,” he said, jumping onto me. He was straddling me now, pinning my hands above my head.

“You don’t?” I tried to fight his hands off me, tried to free myself from his grasp, but it was like he was

the Hulk. Or an Alpha, I thought, laughing. Of course he was stronger than me, even if I was dominant

were.

“I took the day off. I told you, not leaving my woman alone.” He lowered himself to my El neck and

started kissing, running his lips o my mark.

I instantly felt the Haze start to hit me. Slowly at first, but it kept building, nagging me to acknowledge it.

“You’ll have to leave at some point,” I got out as a way to distract myself, to distract him. I was still on

my period, and I was still not going to have sex with him.

Repeat that, I ordered myself.

I am still on my period. I am still not going to have sex with him.

But then he grabbed the back of my head and hoisted me up so we were sitting chest to chest. He

trailed his fingers down my neck, still wet with his kisses, and across my collarbone. He moved them

down my arms, all the way to my fingertips, and the softness of his touch made me want to explode.

“Aiden…” I trailed off, my eyes closing. And then he was by my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.

“Yes?” he growled. But no. I had to think of distraction. So I said the first thing that ca G to my mind.

“I made apple pie.”

***

Apple pie for breakfast. Across from a shirtless Alpha. I could get used to this, I thought.

“This… this is amazing,” he said, stabbing his fork into another slice, his third slice—I had been

counting—but I didn’t mind that he was eating most of the pie. I was hungry for something else.

Stop it, Sienna.

I watched him chew mouthful after mouthful, barely stopping to breathe. I liked cooking

for him. I liked seeing him enjoy things that I made. It felt intimate. Like he was enjoying me.

“Seriously, how’d you know this was my favorite?” he asked, already pulling another slice onto his

plate.

“Jocelyn told me.”

“You two gossipping about me?” he asked G chewing, a smile on his face.

“You wish.” That was bold, even for me, and Aiden let the fork drop onto his plate before leaping across

the table and tackling me to the ground. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath

“I wish, do I?”

Again, my hands were pinned behind me, but this time he had a free hand to tickle me. His fingers

dusted over my ribcage, and I thought I was going to pass out.

“STOP!” I tried to scream, but it sounded more like a laugh. “Or else…”

“Or else what?” he growled, and I felt the Haze resurfacing

He was between my legs, and I started moving my hips against him without thinking about it. He

noticed, his tickling fingers slowing down, touching me in a different way. He brushed the strap of my

tank top off my shoulder and kissed the spot where it had been.

This is my chance. With one swift move, I freed both my hands from his unsuspecting grasp and flipped

us over so I was the one straddling him. His eyebrows shot up, surprised at my strength or my initiative

or something else.

“Or else that,” I said, lowering myself to kiss him. I kissed him gently, briefly, and then moved lower

than his mouth.

His hands were on my back, pushing me closer to him, and the Haze was cheering them on.

No, I thought, so I snatched his hands in mine and pulled them off, this time pinning his hands above Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

him. Something about feeling in control was making me even hotter. And I could feel it having the same

effect on him.

“You know,” he started, his voice thick with desire, “if you’re really my woman, and I’m really your man,

then you have to mark me too.”

The next second I was on his neck, my primal instinct making sure everyone would know he was mine.

When I finished, I looked down at my work. That was the first time I’d marked anyone, and it had been

an Alpha. I felt wild with pride and with lust.

So I lowered myself farther down, letting my hands trail over his muscular chest, over his tight abs. I

started kissing a pathway down.

“Sienna,” he said, somewhere between a moan and a warning. I was at the waistband of his

sweatpants when I looked up at him.

“I want to do this. For you.”

The look he gave me after I said that was enough to make a wet log spark a fire.