ABL 05: I Don't Know

I woke up alone in the bed, and as much as I hated to admit it, I kind of thought I’d find Miall next to me, but he wasn’t. Another one-night stand, how exciting.

With a shrug, I got off the big bed and made my way downstairs after doing half of my hygiene morning routine. My first night in Nioz wasn't so bad, it was quite warm, to be honest, but it wasn't home.

Perhaps I could ask Miall to help me make my stay much more comfortable; after all, I was pregnant with a child. AHHH! HOW COULD I FALL PREGNANT? On my way to asking Miall millions of questions, I heard talking. I was not a wolf or anything superb, but I did have good hearing, and I knew what sounded like a woman giggling in the kitchen. 

He sleeps with me and makes a woman laugh the next morning? What a smooth man.

I slowly walked into the kitchen and none of them acknowledged my presence as they talked to each other with stupid smiles plastered on their faces. All giggly and hearty eyes, I don't like that. Miall was shirtless and looked rested as he smiled warmly at her. He seemed so different. The woman had dark hair and a very athletic figure; either she worked hard for it, or that was how it was like for every woman here. 

Just from her back, I could tell she was hot.

Walking closer to them, I listened in more on their conversation, and she said something about not seeing him in the pack house last night and how he probably was hungry, and I was betting they both noticed me or better yet smelled me—actually no—heard me since the moment I woke up and now were pretending as if I wasn’t here. 

I had never felt so invisible; even half of whatever they were could be extremely rude.

The woman moved forward to kiss Miall, and my ego could not take the over-friendly greeting. I moved forward and slapped Miall's cheek—a misdirection of my palm, honestly, but I had to move him away from the woman. He stared at me, shocked, as I looked at the friendly woman. Yeah, right; how could I ever slap an alpha?

“Morning,” I greeted with a broad smile, and she looked down at me pissed. Welcome to the club, sis.

“Who is this, Miall?” She asked as she pointed to me and I pushed Miall, of course with his willingness, aside. I stood in front of him with my arms crossed over my chest as I looked up at the girl. My goodness, she is tall!

“I’m Amanah. Who are you?” Man, I'm so small but I will not back down!

“What is she doing here?”  Miall, you dog! You didn't tell her? His eyes quickly glanced into mine and he nervously glanced back at the woman.

“What are you doing here?” She growled, and I scoffed, covering my mouth. “You’re gonna have to do more than that if you want to scare me,” I was provoked, and she bit as she lunged forward. Suddenly, I was no longer standing on my own two feet, and Miall was carrying me in his arm while one extended forward, stopping the woman. Damn. 

“Why are you protecting her, Miall?” 

“Yeah, why are you protecting me, Miall!?” I asked, and he somehow shook me even though I was in his arms and trying to scratch my way out. Man, I'm so turned on.

“Can you stop provoking everyone you meet?” 

“Say pretty please,” I muttered and he put me down, rolling his eyes. “I could take her, you know,” I pulled my shirt down. He gave me a look, and I looked at her again, mumbling. “Everyone is weak in one spot.”

“Miall,” she breathed out and actually looked hurt. I looked at her from the corner of my eye. “Who is she?”

“The other woman," I said as I noticed the lunchboxes on the table. "You haven’t told her?” I smacked my lips as I walked toward the table. “Is this safe to eat?” I asked as I opened the lid, they both looked at me as if I were disrupting their conversation. “What? I’m hungry,” I shrugged as I sat down. “So, is it safe to eat?”

“Yes!” They said simultaneously, and I rolled my eyes. 

“Geez, sorry,” I whispered and ate. 

“Let’s go talk upstairs,” he touched her arm gently, somehow also forcing the food I was eating difficult to swallow. Ooh, he is the manipulative kind!

“If it’s about me, why do we need to talk upstairs?” I spoke softly, testing their ears. They didn’t move and I smiled happily.

“I can hear a heartbeat in her,” she pointed at me, and I bit my lip. 

“So you guys can actually hear stuff," I rolled my eyes as I watched the couple. "Or are you talking about my heart?” I whispered toward the end when I saw I was being intrusive. “Sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

“She’s only here because of Orion,” he said and I nodded slowly. Sure, let's blame it all on the big bad wolf! “I don’t want her here. Honestly, I would prefer it if she wasn’t living here with me,”

“Ouch. I’m pregnant with his child, and I’m human,” I crunched on something that tasted like potatoes. “Ooh, you guys have potatoes,” I exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” She said barely above a whisper, and Miall looked defeated. Man, you cheated on your girlfriend!

“I said you guys have potatoes,” I raised the fried vegetables with a huge smile, and she looked annoyed with me. I mimicked zipping my mouth and putting the key away. She would lose her mind if I told her just how much he didn't want me there.

For some time, there was a huge silence in the room, and I was deeply confused with what was happening. The girl started crying, and Miall reached out but pulled back his arms as if she told him not to touch him. Unlike Miall and Nyleve, she had jasper eyes, I found them pretty on her. It gave her that mystic feel, but she had a very violent nature, or perhaps I provoked her like Miall said I did. 

Why in the world would Miall fumble such a gorgeous woman like her?

I still watched them in the silence they somehow conversed in, and soon, I saw Miall nodding and approaching her. What just happened? He wiped away her tears, and I just couldn’t resist not saying anything.

“I’m sorry; I feel like I missed a huge part of this conversation.” I gestured between the two and once again, they ignored me. It kind of hurt.

“It’s alright, let’s just eat,” she spoke softly, and he pressed a kiss on her forehead. I hate it here.

“I already ate, for the first time in a very long time, Orion cooked,” Miall said as they sat in front of me together as if everything was alright. Was I not here? I will be honest and admit I was jealous of the way he actually looked at her. 

But the damn pretending as if I wasn't here actually hurt because I didn't know.

Yes, Orion did explain a lot to me when he could, but it kind of made my heart drop when I saw them being together. I cleared my dishes and leaned against the counter, watching them. 

“Miall,” I whispered, and he kept quiet. “Miall,” I repeated, and I got the same response. “I’m talking to you.”

“And?” He asked as he folded his fingers into a fist, and I cocked my head to the side. 

“I need to go home to get my stuff,” I replied with the same attitude he gave me. 

“Why don’t you take yourself home?” THIS BITCH!

“I’ll go ask Nyleve,” I sighed, feeling drained despite having just eaten. Maybe I also went about it in the wrong way at the beginning of the conversation. Why was he acting as if I was the one who brought myself from Earth to this rotten hole? I dragged myself upstairs and took off the shirt I was wearing, and grabbed my chemise nightgown, pulling it down my body. 

Just as the way I came here, I would go back home the same way. I only noticed now that I didn’t have any shoes or slippers, dampening my mood even further. I kicked the air, took a deep breath and walked downstairs with my head held high. 

I fully acknowledge that I was a bit forward when meeting what I guessed was Miall’s girlfriend, and I wouldn't excuse my behaviour by saying I was surprised, but I didn't like her. A few tears, and Miall is a bigger ass. As much as Miall annoyed me yesterday, I couldn’t help but have a soft spot for him because of that night, but how he behaved around her was so different from the person who left me here yesterday.

“Where are you going in such a short dress?” Miall asked me, and I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and sucked in my breath.

“I don’t know,” I said and closed the door, ignoring his calls to return to the house. I was probably throwing a tantrum, but I didn’t want to be in the same space as them, and I needed to go home. At least there, I knew I wasn't wanted, so I lived alone.

My vision got blurry along my walk, and I could feel my throat close up as I kept it all in. Tripping over my shoeless feet, I was lucky not to fall on my face but in the arms of a perfectly built person. 

I looked up at him with my blurred vision, and he cocked his head to the side. “Aren’t you Amanah? You smell like him,” he said, and I stood straight with his help and nodded. 

“Hmm,” I swallowed, and he held my shoulders. “Who are you?” I managed to choke out, and he smiled. 

“I’m Malakhi, why are you crying?” I wailed at that question and covered my face as I yelled my answer. 

“I don’t know!” But I do hate it here!