HIS SECRET I

“Would you please hand me some nails from that bag and also the board lying there?”

I slipped on some gloves and and scooped some nails to hand over to Tristan who was standing on a ladder trying to fix a hole in the wall.

“Can you move it, or you need some help” Tristan was asking about the weight of the board I was about to carry.

“Tristan If you’d look closely, I’m more built than it looks”

I was making an attempt at making a joke after we’ve been working all morning.

He stopped what he was doing and look down at me. He had a full blown smile

“Oh really, flex your arm or take your shirt off, I need to see your sleeper build”

Ohh he was flirting, this wasn’t what I planned.

“Uhhhh, I don’t…. I” I was stuttering???

“Just hand me the nails Hazel” he got me where any man would want a woman - speechless.

His looks and his smile and the flirting had that effect on me.

I silently gave him the nails and left the room.

I could feel his smile on my back as I left hurriedly with pink cheeks.

We had had a long day of fixing and cleaning, before I arrived in the morning Tristan was already waiting for me downstairs, he said he had a free day and would like to assist me in fixing the house.

When we got to my parents house, there were already some people -pack members- moving things and I made new friends.

They all welcomed me but the one person who wanted to keep talking to me was Leslie, mid noon when she brought lunch for her wife we bonded, she was gay and she was mated to Kyla, another person who joined in on working on the house.

Leslie was half Asian and half American, she was chubby with long dark hair and had a wide smile when she laughed. She and Kyla had met in New York during a “One Direction” concert.

She told me it was love at first sight and she blushed all through the narration as she told me, you could tell she was still hooked.

Leslie gave me the names of almost everyone present and the ones who had mates.

She explained that the children were off to school and that was why I hadn’t met her child.

After I left Tristan, I went to look for Leslie. Something to make me forget the embarrassing conversation I put myself in a while ago.

I found her in the kitchen with Kyla, they were engaged in a conversation that had the both of them smiling like lovestruck teenagers. I didn’t want to ruin their moment and I turned to head outside.

She spotted me immediately before I made my move and gave Kyla a quick kiss before heading towards me, Kyla gave me a little wave and I waved back.

“Where are you off to”? Leslie asked

“We’re almost finished with fixing broken walls and stuffs, I wanted to head out to get paint”

“You’re really eager to move in soon”

“Yeah, I’d rather be here than look at Caine’s face everyday” I said remembering the first encounter with Alpha Caine.

“Oh my God, what do you mean”?? Leslie was wide eyed.

“He sounded like a jerk when he talked to me yesterday”

“I find that hard to believe, Caine is so sweet and drop dead gorgeous, if I didn’t have Kyla I’d agree to be his pet” I gave Leslie a side eye.

“Girl that’s gross” I made a slight disgusting face but I knew she wasn’t far from the truth. He was all that, not the sweet part though. He was still a smug jerk to me

“Doesn’t matter, I guess Caine’s just grumpy because he has not found his mate, and the Kingston family is just another breed entirely, have you seen his brother”

That was new. In the last 40 plus hours I had been here nobody had mentioned him.

“He has a brother?”

Leslie’s face dropped like she had said something she wasn’t supposed to.

Before she could answer, a Range Rover SUV truck roared from ahead and pulled up to the drive way.

It was Caine’s truck, the one he left in yesterday.

Speak of the devil.

“What is he doing here”?

“What is Alpha Caine doing in his own pack”??? Leslie Scoffed and faked a surprise look. She had emphasis on the “Alpha” and made sure I got the message.

It was his pack, he governed them and he could be wherever he wanted to be. Everything here was his.

We both stood watching and waiting for it’s occupants to alight.

Megan was the first to come out of the truck. Oh saving grace.

“Hey baby, how are you liking the change”? She called from the doorway of the truck.

“It’s looking cool all thanks to everyone” I looked like a proud house owner when I pointed to the change.

“Leslie How’s my beany penny” she was asking about Leslie and Kyla’s daughter Penelope.

“As lovely as she’s always been” Leslie replied

Caine sat still in the truck, he was watching me. I could feel his eyes and I had no idea why I was getting heated. My insides were jittery and I was feeling a progressive heat from my stomach heading for my core.

I covertly watched him from where I stood

I was supposed to be hating this man, this man who embarrassed me yesterday but my body was betraying me.

Megan’s loud voice brought me back from my reverie.

“I brought food for everyone and Caine also brought Paint”

What???!!

“Paint?” Was all I could say, I never told him or Megan I wanted paint. I might have let that slip in my conversation with Tristan. That sexy betrayer.

I and Leslie headed towards the truck

“Uh I was going to do that myself” I said loud enough for him to hear

“Tristan called and told him you said something about white and grey paint, Caine was in town so he decided to do the honors” Megan clarified what I already had an idea on.

I was doing everything to avoid him so what In the world was he thinking. I wasn’t about to start being all soft on him after the stunt he pulled yesterday.

He clearly didn’t want me -a human- here so what was this act of kindness.

He picked that moment to finally move from his still position in the car and come out.

I looked pointedly at him standing with his hand on the door of his side opened.

“What if I had changed my mind on the colors I wanted”

“We’ll you have no choice now” he slammed the door shut and turned away.

Rugged yet beautiful he headed to the back of the truck and hoisted the large cans of paint and walked past me inside the house, my eyes bulged the same way the veins on his large arms bulged when he did that.

The Nerve of this man. My eyes followed his movements inside the house, I wanted to curse at him, but I was too calm of a person to do that.

Megan and Leslie who stood watching our little confrontation both decided to act oblivious. Megan had a small smile on her face and Leslie did everything to avoid looking at me.

He was unbelievable, why did they find that entertaining.

With a subtle clearing of throat Megan held Leslie’s hand and pulled her to the back of the truck. “Come help take this to the men”

Leslie without saying another word, took a basket and headed inside and then it was just me and Megan who became so interested in arranging the food baskets all of a sudden.

“I feel like an outsider here” Megan’s whole business stopped. Caine was getting to me and I had to tell her.

“You are not and you don’t look like an outsider sweetie, Trust me if anybody says otherwise, they would have me to deal with” she said playfully but I think she meant it.

“But I think this area is for the pack members, the werewolves and such” I protested

“It’s for the pack and werewolves and you my dear Hazel are one of us, now stop worrying about things that don’t shouldn’t bother you and help me take these stuff inside” she took a basket, smiled at me and walked gracefully away.

She met Caine coming out of the door and it looked like she whispered something to him.

He looked up his sharp jawline set and walked so tall and sophisticated towards his truck and me.

Hazel get a grip, he was out for me and I needed to not fawn over him whenever I saw him.

I started to panic, Where was Leslie when I needed her, probably eating the face of Kyla somewhere else.

The Plaid jacket and white tee outlined his body so well I could almost envision his body naked. He’s all man.

I looked at the baskets eager to avoid looking at him and tried to pick the easiest one to carry, I didn’t have the strength these werewolves had.

Caine came around the back of the truck and seemed to catch on what I was debating about.

He took one of the food baskets, the lighter one it seemed because he picked it up and set it on the ground so effortlessly.

“I could’ve done that” I wasn’t no damsel in distress.

He looked at me and scoffed “ We don’t want you here, you’re not supposed to be here”

That wasn’t a nice answered gave to me who was trying to show my prowess. He didn’t beat around the bush either.

I looked at his facial profile, the sun making his features seem more prominent like he was carved from marble. His eyes stared and me so cold, beautiful and unyielding.

He looked like he was ready to attack me.

I felt myself starting to get teary.

“Don’t waste your time trying to get used to us or blend in, you’re not one of us and will never be, everyone is doing this because of your Father, he was our own”

I wanted to tell him to stop, ask him why he was being this way to me. But my voice could only come out in a whisper when I said:

“Just stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours”

I looked for an escape route as I tried to hide my almost falling tears.

Forgoing the food basket, I headed towards the tress that surrounded the house as fast as my legs could carry.

Alpha Caine clearly didn’t want me in the Moonstone Pack.