Chapitre 55: His Loss
I walk into the kitchen to grab a water. Taking a sip, I lean against the counter and think about Quinneth. I can't believe she didn't think I liked her like that.
I'm 100% in love with her. I love it when she gets' nervous, her laughs are intoxicating and those skirts will be the death of me.
When I went over her house, I honestly thought we were just going to watch a movie. Making out with her was a total shock to me. Once I started kissing her, I couldn't stop, she's like a drug to me. She smelled of strawberries and bananas with a hint of honey. I can't wait to see her again, to feel her in my arms again.
The memories of us pop into my head. The way she sounded moaning my name, I can still feel her gripping my hair. Her skin was so soft within my hands, warm and tender.
Daydreaming about Quinneth I see my father standing in front of me. When did he get here?
"Alexander you alright I've been calling your name for the last 3 minutes." He said waving his hands in my face.
"Sorry... Uh what do you need?" I asked sitting my water down.
"We need to talk." He says directing us to his office. Once we get there he sits in his chair and I sit in the chair in front of his desk.
It takes a few minutes for him to say something. Usually if he's quiet for a long period of time what he has to say is serious. I lean forward focusing all my attention on him.
"Son... This is going to be difficult to hear but you can't see Quinneth again." Yes, this is quite difficult to hear, stay away from Quinn how am I supposed to do that?
"What do you mean I can't see her again?" I asked my voice changing tunes.
“At the last meeting I said that the werewolf exposing themselves to humans wasn't a big deal, now it is. The wolf, who wasn’t a part of our pack, was taken away to where we don’t know. This can have a negative impact on us so everyone, even me, needs to lay low.” He says finishing up.
I lean my head back closing my eyes trying to control the anger that surges through me. I swear it’s always something going on that stops me. We just are now getting close, something I thought would take a long time to happen.
“This can’t be fucking happening.” I whisper under my breath.
“No cursing.” He says scowling at me. “This is the way it has to be Alexander until this matter is under control, also you need to focus on your studies.” I give him a confusing look. What is he talking about I always get my work done, on time might I add?
“I do focus on my work; I take it very seriously.” I understand the whole werewolf-exposing-themselves thing, but him trying to make it seem like I’m not doing my work is bullshit. This is about Rhella. “This Is about Rhella isn’t it?” I ask leaning up close while observing his facial expression.
“Alexander let’s not do this now.”
“No, let’s do this right now she is not Rhella. I repeat NOT Rhella. Keeping me from her will only make me want her more.” I stand up smacking my hands on the desk.
I look down to see his blue veins popping out of his neck. Oh, he’s angry I don’t give a crap. Standing up from his swivel chair his dark eyes connect with mine, holding me captive with his gaze.
“How do you know? Because you go out for ice cream and make candy bags with her. Doesn’t mean you really know her character.” How does he even know that?
“Do you have scouts following me?” I ask. His eyes revert down with guiltiness. So, it is true then he doesn’t have to say anything. “You're kidding me, right? That was private time we shared together.”
“Nothing you do is private until I’m dead and buried deep in the ground. Your health is more important than your happiness. You are my only son, hell my only child I will do whatever needs to be done to make sure your safe and sound.” He spits out to me.
I appreciate him trying to look out for me, but not around Quinneth. She would never hurt me even if she possesses the Zastitnik powers, she’s strong enough to control it. Many Zatitniks in the past have been able to control and use their powers for good. The only person to use the power for vengeance is Rhella, but she had a motive Quinn doesn’t.
I mean the girl cared enough to set out 10 different snacks so I wouldn’t go hungry, what kind of killer/menace does that?
“You are wrong about her? She’s nothing like that she-devil Rhella. If you took the time to get to know her you would know that.” I scream at him.
“I will not match your volume because I know your angry. It’s not forever just for now, take this time to focus on what’s important.”
“What’s important? She’s more important than anything, more important than this.” I say pointing around this room, indicating the pack.
“Really Alexander? Don’t be dramatic.” He says rolling his eyes at me.
“You are full of it.” I turn around my fist balling up.
“Rhella burned up towns son, even went to great lengths to kill her husband. All because of one situation. When you become a father, you still understand where I’m coming from.”
“When I become a father, I will be better than you were with me.”
“Don’t you dare try to call me a bad father, I was good to you through and through.” He walks up to me, his breath fanning over my face. “I talked to your mother, she said Quinneth had pain inside of her how do you know for certain that pain won’t be inflicted on people?” He questions. “How many days have you spent with her, like a week?”
“Doesn't matter. Yes, I’ve spent a little bit of time with her, but during that time I was able to absorb a lot about her. She’s thoughtful, caring and loyal. I know she has pain, but she will not take it and inflict it on people, you are wrong.” I give him a hard glare and walk over towards the door.
“I need your phone Alex.” He says holding his hands out. Taking my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, I throw it against the wall. “There’s the phone.” I slam the door while walking heavily down the hall.
Taking my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, I throw it against the wall. “There’s the phone.” I slam the door while walking heavily down the hall.
Turning the corner, I accidently run into my mom.
“Alexander where are you going to in a hurry?” She asked holding onto my arm.
“You need to get your husband. He’s driving me insane.” I say pulling my hair.
“What did he do?” She looked at me worry filling her face.
“He said I can’t be around Quinn anymore because of this stupid wolf. Also, he compares her to Rhella.”
“Oh god.”
“Yeah, and he also said you told him about our conversation we had after the meeting. Why would you tell him that information about Quinn about her having pain? He would find any reason to keep me from her.
Now he’s not my father, but my enemy.” I spat out, my blood boiling beneath my skin.
“I didn’t think he would use it against you. Just something I thought was harmless, sorry Alexander.” She takes my hands in hers. “It will get better, you will be able to see her again, just wait a while. Love can stand the test of time Alexander.” I start to calm down, her good energy radiates through my body.
“ Sorry for spatting at you mom. I just... I can't be apart from her things are starting to get good. With me just disappearing out of thin air what will she think? That I just used her like all the other jackasses out here?” I say looking down at my shoes.
My mother's finger come to my chin lifting my head up. “It will be alright. She is your mate, yes she doesn’t know it now, but her feeling for you will always remain true, even if there is pain.”
Maybe she’s right. It’s two weeks. Two long, miserable weeks without her. My Quinneth. My Lotus.
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