Chapter 6

Roxy

Back in my room at the house, I go through all my photos still with an undercurrent of irritation. Who does Blake think he is following me out there like that? And worse still acting like an overbearing asshole trying to protect me.

I can hold my own. My wolf is strong and fierce. What is it with men? Do they honestly think we are all little women who need saviors and heroes? Well, not this woman. He can go kiss my ass for all I care.

There is a knock on my door, “hey are you in there, Roxy?” I hear my mother’s voice from the other side.

“Yes, you can come in, Mom,” I reply. The door opens and she steps inside.

“Have you patched things up with Blake yet?”

I lean back on my pillows; my legs crossed in front of me and set my camera aside. Tonight, I will look more closely at the images. Seeing Blake at the woods has pissed me off and I cannot focus on the pictures.

“Why would I want to patch things up with that douchebag, Mom? He irritates the living shit out of me.”

My mom’s perfect eyebrows reach her hairline. “Roxy, language. Since when did you speak like that? I thought living in California would make you a little more chilled out. Besides, he is family, you could at least try.”

I fold my arms in front of my chest. “Not happening, Mom.” I ought to try for her since she isn’t too well right now but I simply can’t. What gets to me even more is how my heart beats faster when I set eyes on Blake.

Oh, my traitorous body. I blame it on not being laid in months.

“Maybe you should go for a long walk and let off some of that steam you have under your lid,” she tells me.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Okay, well listen dinner will be later, we want to wait for Blake to come home after practice.”

“So, what we now revolve around his schedule? Typical.” I let out a huff. See now the whole household has to rotate around the super-self-inflated asshole.

“It’s not like that, Roxy. Go on, take yourself off for a walk.”

She comes and places a kiss to my cheek and gives my arm a squeeze. God, my mother knows how to play her cards. I nod and decide that a walk will be good. I’ve been home a couple of hours and not achieved anything. Susan will be fine waiting for my feedback in any case.

Forty minutes later in the brisk, cold air I pass the Ice Wolves’ rink and can hear them practicing. My feet get the better of my mind as I find myself gravitating towards the outside rink they are practicing on and watch.

My eyes drawn immediately and unequivocally to the most powerful man on the ice with the broadest shoulders and thickest legs. He is a power house of a man. My pulse quickens as I see his focus and all his Alpha energy pulsing. He is driven like a tornado waiting to skirmish up the entire place. His feet are fast as lightning; the control of the puck and the mesmerizing way he skates has my core heating up like a furnace waiting to explode.

My breathing is becoming shallow as my lips part slightly watching him own the ice like the Alpha God that he is. What? Did I just think that, insane. I need to eradicate any thoughts of that kind from my brain.

Then I remember the way he would taunt me and call me just a kid, letting everyone know I was off-limits. When did he even get the right to tell other guys that?  

No wonder some of the guys wouldn’t approach me. The man is such a cockblocker. Always was and no doubt he has spread the word already that nobody can come within several feet of me. Ha! I will show him; I might just take it upon myself to rile him up some and go about dating one of his team mates.

Yeah, asshole how would you like that?

Then he stops, his skates digging into the ice as he turns his head like he can instinctively sense that I am standing there watching with my eyes glued on his every move.

So, if I am so off limits then why is he looking at me like he wants to devour me?

I can see his eyes boring into mine as I lick my lower lip. My heart is thumping away so hard it could pop out of my chest cavity. Dammit, I need to move.

My legs, however, are firmly rooted to the spot then he winks at me. What the holy fuck? I flick him the finger and finally manage to get my feet to work as I turn and walk away.

Not without hearing him let out a laugh that carries across the stadium and to my ears. God, how I hate Blake. He is the bain of my very existence. If it weren’t for my mother being unwell, I’d never have come to this hell hole where it’s freezing cold nor anywhere near him.

Stomping all the way home, I mutter about the dire situation I find myself in. Maybe I can convince my mother to come back to California with me. For real, I need to put as much distance between Blake and myself as I can or I could end up doing something really, damn stupid.

“Oh, you’re back so soon,” my mother says as I enter the entrance lobby and shake off my big, camel colored coat and unwrap the scarf from my neck and hang everything on one of the hooks by the door.

“Yeah, nothing to see out there,” I lie since watching Blake on the ice was like watching ballet on ice. Every movement precise, beguiling making my knees weak and my core warm.

“Well, Blake should be home soon. Go and get ready for dinner, sweetheart.”

I nod and take my boots off before heading up the stairs to get changed for dinner. My mother likes everyone to be smart at the dinner table which makes me want to roll my eyes.

Before I get changed, I sit on the bed and reach for my camera and scroll through the images. It is then that I notice something large and dark. Quickly I reach for my camera bag and pull out the cables and hook into my laptop to be able to take a closer look on the bigger screen.

I gasp and place a hand in front of my mouth. There on the screen, hidden amongst the thick trunks of the trees is the largest, black wolf with golden eyes that I have ever seen.