Bella:
The next day, the incessant buzz from both my phone and Ryder's woke me up. Truly, I didn't want to open my eyes, because even though I felt sore, the pleasant feeling of what we had done last night remained, and merely thinking of it made my stomach do a lot of cartwheels.
The events of the previous night replayed in my head multiple times, but the beeping of the phones wouldn't let me concentrate, so I forced my head up and reached for mine on the nightstand.
Seeing a blast from the diaries wiped away the sleep left in my eyes, and I swallowed hard with my heart thumping. The ugly reality of what we had done hit me. It would have to be a secret because the twins would kill us if they knew. And Fae, she was his girlfriend, and she would make my life worse than it already was. I was screwed.
As my heart raced against my ribcage, I swiped my phone open to see a photo of Ryder and me in separate positions the entire night. Who the hell sent a blast from to the diaries from Dusk pack?
"Love seems to be away from our new queen, as she was found alone and unchaperoned the entire night."
Seeing this made me feel a bit relieved, and a sigh escaped my lips, causing Ryder to groan. This made me roll my eyes, and I pushed away his arm, which was still wrapped around me, but he grabbed me harder. Aside from the diaries being dramatic with their words, I wasn't in trouble yet, and I was glad Ryder and I had a misunderstanding the previous night, but I was curious because I knew his phone wasn't buzzing from one blast.
"Your phone will not stop buzzing," I said, looking at his phone, which was tempting to check.
The twins must have a lot to say, and also Fae, and this made my mind unsettled.
"We are in the diaries." I tried to get his attention, and he groaned, opening his eyes.
"Can we not have just one peaceful morning without worrying about what anyone has to say about us?"
He shut his eyes after this, and I kept mute for a while, before forcefully pulling his hand away and getting to my feet. I paced around the room, and he sat up, giving off a sigh.
"Bella, please," he said in a calm voice.
"Please what?" I raised my tone, coming to a halt. "It would delight me more than anything to stay in bed daydreaming about last night. I admit, I liked every bit of it, but do you realize what we have done?" I questioned, and he opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head.
"The school would talk, and my mother will hear. Then the purity talk nonsense will be all over my head. I am an alpha princess, and I have defied the rules of my pack," I said, and he scoffed.
"Is that truly what bothers you, Bella?" When he said this, I crossed my hands over my chest, raising a brow at him. "Or the fact the Lycanthals would not take this lightly. I am aware of that too, and I am afraid too, but we have been brothers for a while, and I hope they forgive me."
"And what about Fae?" The question fell out with ease, and he got out of bed, staring at me while he tried to replace words.
He was silent for a while, and I began to pace around once more because of the anger I felt in me. I was foolish to do this.
"I should have known this was a stupid thing to do. I am so..." He grabbed me by my waist, pulling me towards him with my back against his chest.
My breath, which was rising, slowly calmed down, and I shut my eyes. When everything had gone silent, he let go of me, and I turned to face him, looking into his eyes.
"What Fae thinks doesn't matter to me. I was done with her a long time ago, and I do not put a duty on you to know my affairs around the school, but you should have known. When she wouldn't stop going against you, I had to..."
"You threw her away that easily?"
"Bella!" he cautioned, and I shrugged.
"You are my mate, and that comes first, before anything. You may not believe every word I say, but what I feel is real." He placed my hand on the part of his chest that wasn't covered by the robe. "And I hope that one day you will truly be able to forgive me for all I have done."
I was about to speak when a knock came at the door, causing me to withdraw my hand from his chest.
"Ryder, baby, your father has requested that you return, so you should prepare, because the car will be ready in a bit."
His mother's voice came, and I walked towards the closet.
**
Shortly, Ryder and I were dressed and ready to leave. The helper took our luggage while we trailed behind until we got outside the house. There we saw his mum and the beta who had his face scrunched up.
"Good morning, ma'am," I said, giving a curt bow, and to my greatest surprise, the corner of her lips lit up.
"Call me Carmille." I looked at her, and she placed a hand on my shoulder. "You are my son's mate, and although I wasn't there to watch him get one, I am delighted that he has found one. One that is caring," she said, casting a warm feeling into my heart.
"Thank you," I replied, throwing away my face to hide the fact that it was getting red from her praises.
"He is hot-headed, but I am sure you will get through it. He just needs a little love," she said, and I glanced at Ryder, who rolled his eyes with his arms crossed.
After that, she let me walk away. I only took a few steps towards the car when I heard Ryder speak, which made me slow down my pace so that I could hear properly.
"Although it is difficult to forgive you, I am sorry about my manners yesterday and last week. It has not been easy, but I believe everything you have done has been for a reason, and you are still my mum, and I cannot hate you forever."
When he said this, I quickened my pace, getting into the car, and looking at him through the tinted glasses. His mother pulled him into a hug, which lasted for about a minute. Then he turned to the beta and said a few words, giving a bow.
Suddenly, the front door opened, and Tyler walked out. Ryder looked at him and made his way towards him, and I watched Tyler take a step back, grabbing the handle of the door. Out of curiosity, I opened the door slightly because I could barely hear through the wound-up windows.
"Tyler, wait! I am sorry for last night, and I didn't mean it, I swear." This made Tyler pause for a moment. "A lot was going on in my mind last night, and it was wrong to take out the anger on you. I do not know you, but I know you are my brother..." "Half brother," Tyler, who was still hungover from the beating from last night, corrected.
"I deserve that. But I promise, I won't always be a jerk, and next time will be better. I hope to be a better older bro... sorry, half brother," he said, and then he turned to leave.
I shut the door at once, slumping into the seat with a smile. It seemed like the universe had been altered because I couldn't believe he was apologizing to them. The older Ryder would never do that.
After he got into the car, the driver zoomed off, and he threw his face away, shutting his eyes. I placed my hand on his, which caused him to look at me.
"You did the right thing," I said in a low tone, and I could see the corners of his lips tugging at his cheek.
**
The entire ride was peaceful, and we chatted away until we got to the entrance of the Frost pack, which reminded me of my predicament the more the car moved further into the pack.
"Ryder," I called out, cutting him short.
I cleared my throat as he looked at me.
"I think it is best we remain as the blog thinks we are," I said, and squeezed his left
cheek while raising his right brow. "Pretend we aren't close, or that we have a problem."
When I said this, I watched his face fall.
"Why would I want to do that?" he asked, and I sighed.
"As much as it bothers me, I would have to do that too. I cannot help but think of the consequences regarding our actions. It would cause a problem in our lives, so we must simply try to stay away," I said, and he remained quiet.
His silence lasted until we could see the gates of the school with the large inscriptions "Howlstone."
"We are almost in school," I said to him, and he sighed, replying with a flat, "I know." "Will you not say something about my proposal, or.."
Before I could finish, he pressed his lips on mine, silencing my bicker. A kiss which lasted more than it should have, with both of us salvaging each other's lips fiercely. He pulled and tugged every corner of my body, pressing it closer to his until he pulled away with the both of us panting.
"You were talking so much, and I needed to think."
"It is fine," I replied, and he grabbed my hand.
"If you wish to be left alone, then I will respect that," he said, and I stared at him a bit before pulling my hand away from him.
It was my wish, yes, but why did his words seem to hurt like I hadn't requested it?
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