Chapter 5

I must’ve not locked my door correctly. I was nervous so that would make sense. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? Also, why would I allow myself to do it? I was such a horny person and he knew exactly what to do to get me going. I got going and that was only a quickie. Imagine what a full session would be. Poor Ryan, he didn’t deserve for that and I think part of me knew I never wanted to be any more than what we are. Yet he is good for me too. I turned into bed early and just ignored the phone until a knock from my front door woke me up. I woke up in a panic and looked over at the clock to which it revealed it was one in the morning. What the hell? I moved the blankets off of me and stood up trying to get my balance of being half awake. Another knock came at the door while I made my way to it. I walked to the window near my door to look out and it was Arson leaning on the wall. I quickly opened it and he almost fell.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

When he looked up at me I noticed how glossy his eyes were and the smell of scotch. He is fucking drunk. He tried to balance himself but ended up slightly falling and on instinct, I caught him and brought him inside.

“I seemed to be a tad drunk.”

He was mumbling but I just so happen to hear it. Arson was heavy so I could barely hold his weight but enough for me to carry him to the couch and sit him down.

“What are you doing here drunk?”

He started taking off his jacket but watching him do that hurt my eyes. So I assisted and threw it to the other couch.

“Is there something wrong with me? Why do I keep fucking things up?”

His face was in his hands now but the pain in his drunken voice made me feel for him. He’s been here one time and this is the first place he comes.

“There is nothing wrong with you. You’re going through a rough patch.”

I tried to comfort him but in his state, he probably wouldn’t remember anyway. He was sniffling which caused my heart to ache. I bent down in front of him and removed his hands from his face which caused him to look up at me.

“I used you.” He whispered.

I was shocked and curious as to what he meant. I used my hands to wipe the tears from his eyes and I lingered just a little longer than I wanted to.

“What do you mean?”

“I knew you were going to be there. I caught my mate cheating on me so I went with the intent to have sex with you just to hurt her. I used you.”

His words squeezed my heart more than it should. I was a rebound and he knew what he was doing. Now he is here drunk in my living room telling me what I could have gone my whole life with not knowing. However, he was not in the right mind and just wanted him to sleep it off and we can talk about it in the morning.

“Alpha, you’re drunk. I am going to grab you a blanket so you can rest.”

I said “Alpha” with venom just to remind him that’s who he was. I was hurt now too. I got up but he grabbed onto my hand.

“I don’t like when you call me that.”

I had to use my other hand to get away from his rough grasp. I walked over to the hallway and into the linen closet to grab a pillow and blanket before returning back. He was not there. I saw the front door open and quickly tossed the blanket and ran outside.

"Alpha!" I screamed but he didn't stop.

I ran out with no shoes and stopped him before he got off the sidewalk.

"You are not in a good state and no one should see you this way. You're sleeping here and you can leave in the morning." I demanded.

He looked at me again.

"Don't call me that."

"Fine, get inside Arson."

He paused before walking past me angrily and headed back into my apartment. However, he didn't stop at the couch he walked over to my bedroom and climbed in the covers.

"What are you doing? This is not a good idea."

But it didn't matter what I said because he was already snuggled in breathing heavily. Great, I guess I am sleeping on the couch. I reached for my bedroom trash and put it next to his side but when I turned around he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bed with him.

"Oh, this is not how it's going to go."

He didn't let up one bit. His arm was snaked around my stomach and his nose was at the back of my neck. Each time I tried to get up he just held on closer. There was no winning at this moment and I was still tired. We will definitely be talking about this in the morning.

"Goodnight, Ally."

What the fuck? Did he just call me his mates name? I was pissed now and stuck in his embrace. I was no ones rebound bitch and I won't stand for being called someone else's name. I fought a little more but he wouldn't let go. There was no use. Now tears were falling down my eyes as I fell asleep. When morning came there were no arms around me anymore. I looked beside me and he was passed out still snoring away. Probably would be a good thing if I made coffee before I threw him out. So I quickly got dressed and made my way into the kitchen. A lot of feelings were running through me now. I was hurt, but I was also guilty at the same time. I never knew I was such a sensitive person either. Only him could make me feel so shitty about myself.

The sound of footsteps caused me to turn around and Arson was rubbing his head when he noticed me and then realization kicked in. I poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him.

"Thanks."

He sat down at the table and you could see how tight and nervously he was holding the mug.

"Drink up. I want to make sure you're awake before I yell at you."

My hands are on my hips and he staring at me feeling shame. He took a sip before leaning back with his arms crossed waiting for me to speak. He wasn't fighting it so now I am not that mad.

"Did you wake up and just realize you weren't home?"

I went with a question. Maybe he could put two and two together.

"I don't recall anything after my last drink. I am sorry."

Great, now I can't really be mad. I leaned against the counter and just stared at him. We're just looking at each and I don't really had much to say but it needed to be addressed.

"Arson, I am not your rebound and I don't like being used either because she hurt you again. You're my Alpha and your mate can ruin my life. I have a sick mom and I already have it hard with people respecting me because I am a stripper in case you forgot. You crossed a line coming here."

Pity ran across his face.

"Did we have sex again last night?" He asked.

Is he serious?

"Yeah, you came over and we had a drink and then fucked all night long. The best part was when you called me your mate's name. Only one of those things was true. Guess."

"Please tell me I didn't call you her name?"

I gave him a look that confirmed it. Arson had stood up and walked over to me.

"Hell Makayla, I am sorry. If I was in my right mind I would've never disrespected you like that. I swear."

"That's not the point. Your honesty hurt me. This was a mistake. All of it. Finish your coffee and then you need to leave and forget about me. You love your mate and it hurts to know I was used like my feelings don't matter. Go fix things because the Alpha never ends up with the stripper."

I grabbed my keys and purse and exited out of my apartment leaving him there. Tears started to fight against me but the moment I locked my door and turned around. Ryan was there. Fuck.

"Hey, I brought you some hot tea. You left so abruptly and wanted to make sure you were okay, and I didn't do anything to upset you."

He handed me the cup and the concern was refreshing. He was stable and the right choice until my mate comes along.

"I am fine. I had really bad cramps and it was unbearable. Listen, I am going to see my mother so I will talk to you later."

He smiled before bringing me into a hug. I caught my blinds open and Arson staring out. I have a feeling he wasn't going to leave me alone so I had to ignore him.