Chapter 15: Chapter 15

I wake up to nothing but serene silence, Isaac is asleep in the other room. It was so kind of him to let me have his room. I sit up and let out a yawn feeling the tingling pain of a headache as I stretch my body and get rid of the sleep. I look at the large windows and it still looks pretty early since the sun’s rays are not yet invading the room. I look at the alarm on the right side of the bed and my eyes almost pop out when I see the time.

05.48 am.

I do not usually wake up this early. Heck, I do not wake up this early. I would really love to go back to sleep but my pounding headache will not allow it. My thoughts wander back to last night, our day at the beach had to be cut short because of my heat. What I cannot believe is our argument that turned out to be a deal in the end. I am not sure about what I have done but I am giving Isaac a chance to prove himself worthy even after what he did.

The way he said that he wanted me is a permanent memory that is etched in my mind. He sounded so vulnerable and ready to fall down just for my forgiveness. I cannot erase that memory from my mind or the emotion that his voice conveyed when he said those three words. How I wish I was capable of keeping the butterflies in my stomach tame.

I stand up from the bed and make my way out of the room. I slowly make my way downstairs and go to the kitchen, checking the refrigerator for a cool drink, I could really use with something cool right now. My eyes stop on the can of coke at the end, I reach out and grab it, immediately placing it on my lips. My mother has never understood my love for food but she says she is still happy with feeding me but I cannot say the same for my father because he is the one who has to work and earn money that will in turn feed the whole pack including his daughter.

As soon as the can runs empty I toss it into the bin. I decide to take a tour around the house, it is definitely considered weird to tour a house at 5 in the morning but if I just sit in my room and wait for the sun to grace us, I will totally be dead of boredom. I have been here for like three days but I still do not know most of the house, heck, I only know the way to Isaac's room which is the room I am occupying, the kitchen, and the living room. Oh and I now know where the garden is. I do not even know which room Isaac is sleeping in since he decided to give me his room.

I navigate myself around different rooms, most of them I've stumbled upon is plain white or black. The person who designed this house really loves black and white, it makes me love the person. I climb up the stairs and continue touring the house, I walk into a room filled with video gaming consoles that are neatly packed near a TV and a bed neatly spread, looking cold and not tampered with. What strikes me is how the room is different from the rest of the rooms, it has a youthful and wild sense to it with the walls decorated with a dark green and a shelf filled with books and what looks like comics from afar.

Isaac did mention having a younger brother, perhaps this is the room he slept in when they came for their holidays. I find myself wondering how his younger brother looks like and what really happened for him to become an Alpha at such a young age. I know that it is probably because his parents died but do they not put a temporal alpha until the rightful Alpha becomes of age in such situations. I close the door and continue my tour with more questions invading my mind.

My feet stumble upon two large glass sliding doors, something within me tells me not to enter the room by the way it looks sketchy and at the end of the hallway but curiosity overtakes me.

I silently and slowly open the door. My eyes quickly settle on the messed-up room. No, scratch that. It's in pieces, shreds, broken all the words you can think of describing a place that has been hit by an earthquake.

What happened in here?

There is a chair that is toppled over, missing two legs. The bed is a mess. There are claw marks on the walls. God.

Claw marks. Werewolf claw marks.

The room is in shreds and there are sharp splinters of wood sticking out of the hard wooden floor. My hands find their way to my mouth as a gasp escapes my throat.

Who did this? Was it Isaac, Jesus? Or not. Who else could it be? It is only him and I in this house and if I did not do it then it has to be him. I shake my head and immediately make up my mind to walk out of the room. I know that I should not be here so I take a few steps backward, stepping out of the room and silently closing the door to avoid making a sound.

I pivot my body to turn around but bump into a hard wall. What the fuck? I don't remember there being a wall. My hands wander on the wall and I tense when the feeling of hard muscle is all I can pick up. I slowly raise my head but I am instantly faced with a fuming Isaac. Oh no.

"Um....I-I was just touring the t-the house," I say with fear. Why on earth am I stuttering? "You're not mad are you?" I whisper.

I cannot lie, I am shivering right now and I really wish that I had chosen to die of boredom than at the hands of my mate. He looks like a beast ready to pounce on the prey and in this case I am the prey.

"I'm really s-sorry. I didn't know that it would anger you." I say. "I just couldn't sleep and my head wouldn't stop pounding like shit." I blurt out not being able to keep control of the panic in my voice. "So I decided to tour the house and I stumbled in here," I say but Isaac doesn't flinch or move a muscle at all.

"I'm so...." I try to apologize before I am cut off by Isaac grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the room.

He pulls me down the hallway and far away from the room. I try to wiggle my hand out of his tight and deadly grip. My wrist stings at the hold and I am sure that it is going to leave a horrible mark.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, panic lacing my voice. He looks very angry. What if he decides to slaughter me? Is that room so private that he would kill me? His mate.

Suddenly Isaac stops in his tracks and I end up bumping into his back with a groan. Oh sherbet, another wall. He turns around and looks at me intently, his face has mixed emotions. It is like his happy but sad and angry. I really cannot get this guy.

"You. You called me your mate." He says. Oh, he can read my thoughts.

"What?" I ask trying my best to sound oblivious to what he said. I have a right to act oblivious since I did not say the words but rather thought about them.

"You said that I'm your mate." He says with a look of vulnerability and relief.

"Well yeah. You are my mate even if I don't like you much." I say. Oh, that's a lie, I actually like him. Sherbet Aleisa, why do you keep forgetting that he is constantly reading your thoughts?

Isaac suddenly smiles while still holding on to my hand. I bet he just read my thoughts right now.

"You're making it hard for me to be angered by your actions." He says.

"And you are making it hard for me to keep my thoughts to myself." I retort. "Why does that room look like that?" I blurt, wishing I could pick up my words and shove them back in my mouth.

Isaac's face shifts from a playful and humorous smile to a scowl Painting up his anger. Now I really wish I would not have let those words escape.

"Stay away from that room." He growls, too scared to move I do not move a muscle. "You hear me?" He asks, making me nod. "Good." He breathes out and loosens his grip on me.

What the hell? I've already seen the shit mess in that room so what is there to hide, if anything I can help him clean it. Isaac stops for a bit but then continues to walk obviously ignoring my thoughts. Okay no, maybe I would not help him but you get my point.

We end up in the kitchen. Isaac makes me sit on top of the kitchen counter as he moves around the kitchen preparing breakfast. I was so scared earlier that I did not notice that he was fucking shirtless. What is with boys and walking around shirtless and their trousers hanging loose, it is like they just want to tempt you. I stare out the windows and notice that the sun is now out and the day has just begun but I feel more prepared to go back into bed.

Isaac turns to me once the food is ready and offers me a plate filled with food, I take it and start chewing down the food. He is awfully quiet as he eats his food and I very much prefer the awkward talks to the silence. The entirety of breakfast is eaten in silence. I have been glancing up at him but he does not seem to notice. After breakfast I go back to Isaac’s room, take a shower and wear my navy blue shirt with shorts.

I take out my phone and try texting Dylan but he doesn't answer the text. I know Allan and Lydia won't be able to answer. I groan as I toss on the bed and then turn to the TV in the room and turn it on, immediately scanning through Netflix for my favorite shows. I finally settle on Friends and watch until my eyes start feeling heavy.

Isaac does not even attempt to come put me out of my misery as boredom hits and I finally let darkness engulf me and the magical land of dreams comes into play.

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I am suddenly jolted out of my sleep as a loud clattering sound hits my ears. Shit, is it some sort of robbery? I quickly jump out of bed and debate on whether to look for Isaac and tell him to deal with whatever is happening downstairs. I finally decide to take care of the problem myself and head downstairs to find the cause of the noise, and I am going to kill the cause of the noise because my sleep has been disturbed.

Immediately as I step at the foot of the staircase, I spot Isaac who is Pacing back and forth with ruffled hair. My eyes zoom in on the mess in the living room.

So he did this in that room. Isaac did that and this.

But why? Huh?

"I-Isaac. What’s wrong?" I ask and he stops pacing as his eyes roam my body. His eyes a dark with a hint of green and blue.

"Go back. Right. Now" He sounds like he is going through torture "Hurry up. Go!" He commands.

"No. I asked what is wrong." I say with my feet rooted in my current position.

I am so done with having to ignore whatever is going on, if he has a problem he is going to have to share it with me because I do not want to remain closed off to whatever is happening right in front of me.

"Don't be stubborn, just get the fuck out of here and back into the room." He curses out as a growl rumbles through his chest.

"No!" I yell, standing my ground. If he needs help, I will help him if I do not die.

I take a few steps near him reaching for him but I find myself pinned to the opposite wall within a second. Isaac's eyes are filled with hunger and I can see that he is trying to fight his wolf.

I should have gone back.

"I told you to go back." Says Isaac in a deep voice. His eyes are now fully pitch black.

I shudder at the thought of what could happen next.