Chapter 8
One of the girls jumped up on the edge of the table, she took the cigar from his mouth and wrapped her lips around it. I was fascinated by the way he watched her, how his eyes cast a subtle glance on tip of her foot before gliding up her legs and then passing for a moment at her chest and watching it rise- and fall.
He watched her cheeks pull in when she took a drag- he dragged his tongue over his lips when the smoke left and her tongue gracefully moved over the mouthpiece on the cigar.
Men, they were such simple creatures at the core and still we bowed to them for some reason. I heard that the most powerful of our kind have many times sought to be advised by their wives but they would never admit it themselves. God forbid an Alpha ever seek consult from the Luna.
My lips pressed together as the edges pull up in a laugh but I would look crazy if I started laughing all by my lonesome- and this wasn’t a time for a giggle. Besides, my prospects would severely decrease if they thought I was a mental case.
One of the Alphas by the wall caught my eye, I recognized him, he’s watching the girls pass by but wasn’t showing interest in any of them. What was his name again? It’s right there, on the tip of my tongue- come on Hazel, think…
“Alpha Emmanuel,” i greeted and grabbed a champagne flout from the table. His eyes glimmered and the side of his mouth pulled up.
“Hazel
I smiled and raised the glass to my lips. I remembered my teachers words when I turned sixteen and was forced to join the diligence class with the other girls my age.
“A girl with poise and class walks gently into the room, she lets her eyes glaze over the men and subtly, but importantly, ignores the women. She never moves faster than him, she sips- not gulps- and she always smiles’- ugh, it’s like I was back in the classroom and it was all just coming back to me like ptsd. My teachers awfully calm voice burning those words into our heads and I was hearing her voice louder than ever right now. But there he was, like a fresh breath and a mute button to my thoughts.
“You remember,” I said with the hint of a smile but let my eyes do most of the talking. I looked into his eyes, then down at his lips, and up back up to his eyes- alternating between the two and then down at the sparkling drink in my glass and I smiled like I’d seen something beautiful in the bubble filled liquid.
If Mrs. Smith were here she would’ve be proud of me. But honestly I just don’t want to go back empty handed. Even though there aren’t any severe consequents for coming back unmated, it wasn’t exactly optimal either. I didn’t want to be an embarrassment and I sure didn’t want to bring shame upon my family.
Just as the rim moves from my lips and I’m about to lower the glass I felt the pressure from underneath it- Emanuel pressed two fingers under the foot of the glass, rising it and pressing it against my lips. The bubbles tickled my throat but the alcohol soothed my senses. Perhaps I should try to have at least ten more glasses before the Hunt.
“You’re a hard one to forget,”
My braid fell over my shoulder and I caught his eyes with a deep gaze.
“Is it my eyes? I’ve heard a lot about my eyes,” I mused. My almond shape was said to be a mirror to the soul- not mine but the person looking into them. Some have even said they look like the eyes of a siren, the kind you drown in and eventually loose yourself to because you looked for to long.
“Not your eyes,” he bit down on his lip and pulled my braid between his fingers.
“My lips then?” I asked. He stepped closer and moved his head from side to side. He put my braid behind my back and I decided to try again because he stumped me. “If it isn’t my eyes or my lips, it has to be my breast.” I dragged my fingers across my chest and watched as his desiring eyes followed. I narrowed my eyes and playfully scowled but he laughed, and his hand lowered to my waist.
“It’s your personality, Hazel, the one you’ve hid away to deal with this…Hunt.”
No, don’t say things like that- we’re supposed to be detached and he’s pulling on real strings.
I giggled and shrugged a shoulder.
“That isn’t an answer I’m used to hearing.”
Chapter 8
“Drop you head.” his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. I stared in confusion and noticed the small hangs to his face when his muscles moved in a grimace
“””
My eyes flickered behind him for a second when I heard the struggling groans and I saw Liv- her dress had been torn open and he’s pulling down his pants and positioning her on top of him, I gasped, my feet moved but before I got anywhere two arms grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.
Emanuel’s hand moved to the back of my head he pulled me down and pressed my face against his chest but the sounds still rang loud in my ears.
“Don’t interfere,” he warned in a seething whisper.
The Alpha’s Hunt
