Chapter 31: Chapter 31

I stare down at the door my mother used to exit the room and leave me in a trance of thoughts. Her words repeat in my mind like a song with a melody that has been implanted in my mind.

"Plus, you and I know it was meant to happen."

I don't even have a damn clue anymore. My mind keeps pulling out the pros and cons of whatever decision I make. If you have probably been through such a tough time and don't know what to decide but you have to decide, you probably feel my pain. Give me a life is shit! If you feel me right now.

Seriously, Mother Luna if you can see me right now then please help me out. I'm just seventeen and I still love stealing Nutella in the middle of the night and I'm probably the one who they made the little light in the fridge for because let's face it midnight snacks are pepsibulous.

I've been marked and I don't know how to move from this point. It's like moving from point A but when you're about to reach Point B you're suddenly dragged back to point A. I don't know what to do. He marked me and there's no going back but he did it while I was unconscious.

But then again I haven't been the most decided mate but then again he marked me unconscious. And then he's been extremely patient with me for an Alpha but still he couldn't wait for my "go ahead" and marked me unconscious.

Hmm.

I just want to wrap my tiny arms around his torso and feel his rock hand muscles tense and relax under my touch but....but...b-but...he marked me fucking unconscious.

Are my reasons winning?

Oh my freaking moon goddess, I want to sleep in his clothes and inhale his scent all night and feel comfy and bubbly and all shrunk down in his clothes but he marked me unconscious.

Okay, who am I kidding, I can't go against huge comfy clothes with a mouthwatering scent of cologne and that manly scent that sends my senses in a haze and food, food people. Food. I get free cooked, homemade food and pizza. PIZZA!!

I only have one damn reason against all the rest and I've been taught that you don't deny a guy who can cook. So let's weigh my choices here. I've got my choices and I'm going to have too chose.

1. I forgive him, Fxck him and eat fudge (the three Fs). Just kidding, but it is still on the list.

2. I kick him in the balls for making me hurt and for the pain then forgive. Mm. I love the sounds of kicking balls.

3. Stay in my room forever and let him come rescue me from my tower and I face plant his face with a frying pan. But I don't have a frying pan up here.

4. I punch him, kick him in the balls, face pan him, make him pay and then forgive him. Now that sounds perfect because I get to do all the things on the list.

Oh let's not forget the fudge. Don't mention the other F. Shh.

So there it is, option four.

I stand up from my crouched position and head to my closet, I pull on my black tight and a white sweatshirt and finish off the look with black and white high tops. I walk into the bathroom and stare into the mirror and almost fall back out of fear because of my tear stained cheeks. Did I honestly cry that much?

I turn on the water and splash it on my face. After my face has no trace of tears I wipe it with a towel and apply a new layer of lipstick on my lips. I spot my favorite black towel as I am about to walk out of the bathroom and grab it. I walk out of my room after smiling, as I urge myself on to the impending doom.

I descend down the stairs and make it to the foot of the stairs. As I am about to turn around, I notice dark haired guy making his way to the kitchen, I recognize his scent as that of an omega. An evil idea runs through my mind and I grin evilly.

"Hey, wait up." I call out to him and he comes to a stop and walks towards me.

"Do you need help with anything?" He asks, eying what is in my hands questionably.

"Yes please, I hope I'm not disturbing anything?" I say with a smile.

"Of course not, I'm as free as them animals from Madagascar." He says and I let out a short laugh. "So what do you need help with?"

I motion for him to come closer but he eyes me suspiciously.

"I don't have a knife, um...who again? Sorry pardon my manners." I say uncertain of my words.

I now feel really guilty that I do not even know his name, I have seen him walking around the hallways but I have never bothered to stop him and ask what his name is. It would probably come off as weird just like right now.

"It's Zen." He says and chuckles at my uncertainty.

"Yah okay. I don't have a knife."

He finally steps closer and I lean closer towards him until my lips are next to his ear. I silently whisper my instructions into his ear and step back grinning at him. His face has that of an uncertain and questioning look until it morphs into that of amusement and a grin appears on his face.

"Can you do that for me?" I ask batting my eyelashes innocently.

"It has indeed been long since I pulled out something as such." Zen replies with a grin.

"Thanks. Now I have to go and collect my alpha." I wave at Zen. "Bye, see you later." I wink and walk off to where my father's office is located.

I take a deep breath once in front of the large door, leading to my father's office. I knock on the door and a muffled "come in" comes from the other side of the door. I turn the door knob and take calm and calculated steps inside.

I stop in front of the large well-polished mahogany table with large amounts of paper stacked on it. My father sits in the large chair behind the table, radiating dominance. Beta Jackson, Isaac, Allan and Dylan sit around the table opposite my father. Don't worry Isaac and Dylan are not seated next to each other, well at least Allan is in between them.

No one would like to be Allan in this situation. He's technically in between two angry Alphas who are glaring at each other. And believe me when I say that one Alpha emitting anger, authority and dominance can make you shrink, sadly for my best friend he is seated in between two angry Alphas trying to show who is the most dominant. Let's not forget the other alpha behind the table. Mm, this room is too tense and I can feel power radiating everywhere. Too much testosterone in one room.

Whoever thought putting three Alphas in one room is safe. Oh right, it was my father.

"Aleisa, how may we help you?" My father asks with his elbows resting on the table and his hands under his chin.

"Sorry to disturb but may please speak with my mate?" I ask, my hands resting on my sides.

"Why? Actually no." Dylan says and glares at Isaac before looking at me.

"Actually, I think they should be able to talk together. They are mates after all." My father responds finally removing his hands from under his chin and straightening them on the table.

"But father he-" Dylan tries to say but my father cuts him off.

"It is a crime to come between mates, my son." My father says and eyes Dylan in a "That's my decision and its final" way. Dylan lets out a sigh and slumps lower into his seat.

"Let's leave them to talk." My father says and stands up from his seat and walks around the table and pats my shoulder before opening the door and stepping out.

Beta Jackson follows behind my dad after giving me a nod. Allan stands up and eyes me with a "if he pulls shit, don't worry I'm here" look. I nod at him with a smile and he smiles back. He puts up his hand and I high five it, and he walks out of the room.

Okay people stop nodding at me and patting my shoulder as though I'm about to go into war and get killed. Dylan stands up from his own seat and walks toward me, he pulls me into a hug immediately when he is in front of me

"I'm sorry sis." He apologizes still holding onto me. "I should have been with you and been a better brother." He sighs into my hair and pulls out.

I notice Isaacs’s clenched jaw and angry stance in his seat. Oh, I am so gonna get my revenge. Dylan glares at Isaac for the last time and finally leaves the room after a bit of hesitation. I look at Isaac and he stands up from his seat and looks at me with a pleading look.

"Aleisa, I'm so so-" he tries to apologize but I cut him off.

"I told you that that sentence is utterly infuriating." I say looking at him with a calm and collected façade.

Seriously, I'm tired of people saying sorry when they did something wrong. Firstly it's irritating, someone please come up with a new way of apologizing like doing a crazy dance or something and secondly when someone says sorry they make me feel like I am the guilty one.

"A crazy dance?" Isaac asks, amusement clear on his face.

Laugh now pretty boy because you are going to visit Aleisa's dark side.

"Get out of my mind and you fucker." I say seriously.

"Fine." Isaac responds putting his arms in the air.

"Good. Now let's go home." I say and turn around to open the door.

"What? Are you su-"

"I'm tired. Now let's go home, tonight has been too eventful." I cut him off and turn the knob immediately opening the door to reveal the passageway that directs you to the living room.

I walk into the living room with Isaac behind me. Everyone turns their heads when they hear our footsteps and sense our scents.

"We're going home now." I announce.

"What" Dylan asks, shock clear on his face.

"We're going home." I repeat.

I probably come across as mentally disturbed and crazy to everyone in the room but I have made a decision that I am not willing to back out of after thinking so hard. I stare up at my mother who is holding on to my father’s arm with a proud look.

"Wait. I get that he is going home but isn't this your home?" Allan asks, scratching the back of his head in confusion as if he missed something.

"Don't be silly honey. Her home is where her mate is." My mother answers.

She stands up and walks up to me and pulls me into a hug. She lets go after a while and looks at me with livid eyes and caresses my right cheek. A few astray tears leave her eyes as she pets my hair.

"Aw. My baby found her mate now I have to remain with the irritating and whiny one." My mother says, tears at the brink of her eyes. Different emotions hit me like a wave but tears don't roll down. I guess I cried too much today.

"What? I thought I was your favorite." Dylan says with a frown.

"Well think again." Mother replies turning to look at Dylan.

She turns around and looks at Isaac and I. "You two, next time please I want it to be dinner not you showing up at my door looking like you were from running a marathon and you knocking afterwards looking like a buffalo who's been kicked in the balls." She says with a Stern face and points her index finger between Isaac and me.

I let out a laugh and nod and Isaac just nods.

My father walks towards us and holds my mother's shoulders and kisses her cheek. "Now come on, don't make everyone else emotional." My father says and looks at me.

He walks up to me and gives me a hug. "Be safe my little pumpkin. I know you are going to be a great Luna."

"Thank you, father."

My mother walks up to Isaac and pulls him into a hug. "If Aleisa comes by my door again looking like a demented squirrel, I will kick you where the sun doesn't shine myself." She warns him putting on her deadly glare.

"I don't think they shall be a need for her to go on such a run ever again." Isaac assures and my mother nods and steps back into my father's arms.

I would be genuinely worried for my jewels if I were him, my mother can be very vicious and that is saying something since she is mostly smiling 90 percent of the time.

My father looks at Isaac with a stern look. "I think all has been cleared and I do hope next time we meet over dinner." He says and nods his head which Isaac reciprocates with a nod too.

Don't you all think this is weird, it's like a sendoff or some shit? My mom is in my father's arms bawling her eyes out, my father has a stern look on his face and my brother looks like he's about to pin Isaac against the wall and hit him. Mm, quite the family sendoff if you ask me.

Allan walks up to me and hugs me. "Don't forget to call me and tell me every bit of juicy details." He chuckles and winks at me. I shove him and let out a laugh.

"I'm gonna kick you." I warn and he laughs. He shoves his hands in his pockets and heads back to his seat.

I walk up to Dylan's seat and give him a hug. "Don't worry I'm gonna kick the asshole next time he pulls shit and also I bet he now knows that I have my own personal Shrek as a brother." I whisper with a smile.

"Did you just call me Shrek, that's it he can take you, maybe the food will actually last without you here." He jokes and I laugh.

I stand up and walk back to Isaac and grab his hand and interlock our fingers causing thousands of tingles to course through me. He looks at me with a weird look as if he cannot contemplate what is going on in my mind but I just give him a mischievous grin.

"Okay people I'm not about to go die or never come back so just chillax and have some cupcakes after this because y'all people's moods are too salty." I say with a small chuckle

. "Now bye, I'm gonna come by earlier than you expect." I start walking towards the door with my hand in Isaac's. I turn around once in front of the door.

"Oh, and brother I borrowed something." Or rather someone. "I do hope you don't mind..." I say and wink at him and walk out of the door not giving him a chance to reply.

Let's have some fun......