Chapitre 104: Boyfriend or Enemy?

- Also, Col is Alexander's mother's nickname, her full name is Coletta Germani.

“Will she ever forgive me?” I asked my father while letting out breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

“She will.” My father says as he starts drawing on the Nygarrdian map. Since the breakout of Sasha my father has been putting pack members on all sides of the area to patrol. We know that she’s going to come back here for revenge, starting with me and my father. She won’t dare hurt Quinneth, if that was her motive Quinn would have been dead the moment she stepped down in the prison. Speaking of prison, how the hell did she get down there it’s guarded by the best of the best. “Quinn is your mate, she will be mad at you for a period of time yes, but in due time she’ll come around.”

“You don’t. . .know that. You didn’t see the way she looked at me, such disgust and betrayal written all over her face.” The words worm off my tongue, the nasty words make me sick.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Trust me I’ve done some messed up stuff to Col and everything worked out ok. Look at me and your mom stronger than ever.” A small smile comes across his face. Whenever he talks about my mother, it makes him all giddy and stuff. He hates showing any type of feelings around me or any other pack members, but sometimes he slips up.

“It was bad dad trust me.” I say in a definite voice. “See you comparing her to Rhella is alright because you barely know her, but me as her mate and boyfriend saying that is totally wrong. When she was surrounded by those dead pack members. . .I instantly thought she killed them. I didn’t even hesitate in weighing on the matter I was sure she did it.”

“Have you tried calling her and telling her this and not me.” He sounds distracted as he signs some papers. As an alpha the job never stops, even if your son is in a crisis with his girlfriend. I’ve been calling Quinn all day. From the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep. I even went to her house and knocked on her balcony doors, absolutely nothing. She’s never shyed away from me before, not since homecoming night. I just. . .care for her so much that I can’t see her away from me.

I tangle my fingers in my wet hair, a few minutes before coming in here I took a shower. A long shower actually, when I’m tense or need to think of something I take a long hot shower.

“Any update with Sasha?” I ask him. I see his face change from normal to complex.

“Not.at.all. Oscar and the scouts have searched the whole border and Nygarrdian borders nothing has come up. I know that her and King Yount are planning something, I can feel it in my loins Alex. But what is she doing?” He whispers the last part; his forehead crinkles up.

Sasha and her father are very cleaver, strong and powerful people. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a plan right now, or was lurking in our bushes. I just hope she doesn't go back to Quinneth, since she’s mad at me she might go with her out of spite. I can’t protect her on Insofarian lands, she’ll be on her own.

“It will be difficult to attack them since most of the red wolves live there.” I tell him. Red wolves are extremely rare, most of the werewolves are in the Pergolian blood line.

Younts original name was Yount Pergola, but when he broke away from his brother’s Kingdom, he changed it to Yount Sapphire hence his daughter, Sasha Sapphire. It would have been weird if there were two Pergolian Kings, I don’t think they’ve seen each other, King Adalwolf and King Yount, since he left with Stella.

“I know, I’ll have to talk with the Beta and Gamma on this matter. There have been worst problems than this, also I wanted to talk about Quinneth’s security.”

“What about it?”

“Henry approved of the security. There will be five guys every night patrolling her house, I told Count about this. He didn’t tell Quinn because he felt she would freak out.” Also, he wanted me to tell you stop calling Quinn your running up her phone bill, and he knows whatever that means.” My eyes widen, I never told her that he knew about werewolves I wonder who did.

My father goes back to planning as my mind yet again drifts off to Quinn, I wonder what she’s doing?

Quinneth’s P.O.V.-

“You like this?” Lyra asked me as she holds up a hot pink dress. The V-neck is cut low as sparkles decorate the dress.

“Uh no. I don’t like my boobs being on display like that.” I respond to her.

“Are you serious? It’s a night club not church Quinn, you want to go to the club?” She asked, I nod my head. “Then you have the dress the part, try it on.” I let out a huff as I trudge to the bathroom. Shutting the door, I hear her talking through the door.

“Are we all riding together or going separate?” Lyra asked.

“Separate. Claire is going to be coming down from San Fran to college, unless you want me to pick you up.” I take off my shirt and pants, once their off I step into the dress. “This doesn’t look right Ly.” Standing in the mirror, I just stare at myself. God did not bless me in the chest category, also my hips are doing this weird thing I don’t know what.

“What are you talking about your made for that dress, come on out.” I can hear her shuffling through her closet, most likely picking out a pair of sparking heels. Walking out the bathroom, I smooth the dress out.

As she turns around, she stares at me for a few seconds then her head tilts to the side. “Yeah. . .that’s not working on you. Take it off I’ll pull another one out.” I turn back into the bathroom but she stops me. “Where are you going? Just take it off here.”

“Ly-”

“Quinn, we have the same body parts and organs, it will quicker than you walking back and forth.” I slip out of the dress and hand it to her. Now I stand in the middle of her floor in bra and panties.

As she looks for a different dress, she starts asking me questions. “So, how are you and Alexander?” The question I dreaded to be asked, how are me and Alexander? Ever since leaving the pack house he’s been calling me non-stop. When I was driving here, he called me, I immediately declined his call. It’s been two days already and I’m still angry.

When he told me he was disgusted with me make me so angry and also sad. Also, thinking I killed those guards, like what motive would I have killing them? Comparing me to Rhella, the killer, was totally out of question. I can’t be with someone who’s can't trust me, and believe in me.

He can’t be that shocked that I would go talk to her. She was the only one willing to tell me the truth, and to top it all off he knew that my grandfather was aware of werewolves. Now why wouldn’t he tell me that.

I give her the most general answer ever, “Fine.”

“Fine? Fine as in ‘we are so good’, or fine as in ‘I don’t know’.” I ponder on the question.

“The first one.” She hands me a crimson strapless bustier satin mini dress. This is actually cute, kind of boobie, but since it’s so cute I’m ok with being uncomfortable. “Where did you get this?”

“Oh Polly, they have cute dresses. Now put it on.” She says in a demanding voice, while pulling her red locks in a bun. Turning towards the mirror, I find my jaw dropped to the ground.

“Damn. . .I look amazing.” Lyra hands hug onto my waist.

“If I wasn’t straight, I would tap this.” She lightly smacks my butt; I wince out in pain. She really doesn’t know her own strength, but she was right I would date me too. “You better let guys know you have a man; they’ll be after you like a sale on black Friday.” I give her a weird look, but just go with what she said.

Honestly, I don’t even know what me and Alexander are anymore. Is he even my boyfriend, or just my enemy?

"Well. . .I just want to have some fun live a little." I hope it's fun.

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