Alpha Landon novel Chapter 18

~Althea

When I woke, it was the next day. I was only woken by the stream of light coming through the window. Damn, I definitely should have closed my curtains last night, before I fell into bed, with my clothes from yesterday still on.

I rolled out of bed, my toes touching the familar, soft carpet of my bedroom. I was home, safe, and Landon should be back to the Pack soon, if not now. Checking the time, it was only seven in the morning.

I still feel drowsy and slightly sick, so I decide a shower would be the best cure. After checking out the window to make sure I hadn't woken to Guards holding me hostage from outside my house. Everything was clear, beside my suspicion.

Grabbing some fresh clothes, and a towel, I crack open my bedroom door. I can hear my parents bustling around downstairs. The kettle was boiling, newspaper was being ruffled. Everything was how I should be on a normal morning for them. It didn't seem as though they were missing me too much.

I had the sudden urge to walk down those stairs and let my parents deal with this. But I knew that they would be more of a hinderence, then a help to the situation. The Alpha, Landon, would be the only one who could get me out of being killed. By his own father...

Once I had closed myself in the bathroom safely, I let out a breath. Hopefully my parents wouldn't hear the sound of the shower running, since the hot water pipes tend to rattle.

Placing a clean towel on the hook, I switched in the shower, and stripped of my clothes. It felt nice to shower, after being stuck in that prison. I also gave me the opportunity to think; about Landon, Cyrus, my parents. Even Kace lingered in the back of my mind.

Once I was closed inside the bathroom, I let out a deep breath I had been holding.

I showered quickly, sure to not waste anytime. I did not have any plans so far, but getting to Landon was one of them.

I dressed promptly, towel dried my hair, and walked out of the bathroom. I was about to walk back to my bedroom, when a familiar voice caught my attention.

"I am sorry I didn't come early Miss. I was just in a state of shock, that's all."

"Oh Cyrus, come in and tell me what you mean."

I cringe, so deeply, I probably gave myself permanent frown lines. Cyrus had come here, still thinking he was to be my mate, about to ruin everything.

I stumble toward the tip of the stairs, and peer down. From here I see nothing but the dining table, my parents uneaten breakfast strew about. I jump, as I see mother appear in view, making me cower more into the shadows. She quickly clears the dishes away, and disappears from view.

Cyrus is then in view, sitting down at the head of the table, looking solemn. He crosses his hands together, and rests them I'm the table. He didn't look as distraught as I would have been if he had been dragged to prison for a crime he did not commit. He looked fresh, well dressed like he was ready to impress.

And it wasn't as though he hadn't impressed my parents enough already...

"Cyrus," I say in a rushed whisper. He looks up, frowning. When he glances at me, he looks beyond surprised. He goes to say something, but I shake my head vigorously, holding my finger to my lips. Now he looks beyond confused.

I motion for him to come up the stair, but before I can do anything, my parents are at the table.

"Excuse me, can I use your bathroom?" Cyrus asks politely, though sounding nervous. I can already feel the onslaught of questions coming, that I probably don't have any answer to.

They tell him where the bathroom is, and he quickly jogs up the stairs. I decide to drag him to my room, where I know we can talk without my parents interrupting.

"Care to explain?"

"You can't tell my parents I was taken to prison, they will freak out," I say. It's true, I would hate to see there reaction. Cyrus runs his hands through his thick black hair, looking frustrated.

"So they did take you to prison?"

"Technically yes, but it was all a misunderstanding. They let me go in the end," I say. Let me go, more like I escaped and so did another detainee. He had told me he wasn't guilty of anything, but that stunt he pulled, shooting those Guards, made me begin to question why I had actually helped him out with me.

"So you're free now?" He questioned. I nod. I was back home, safe. I repeated it was a misunderstanding. I should be considered that way, since I definitely wasn't the reason Natasha had gone missing. Not on purpose anyway.

Cyrus was about to speak again, when suddenly the sound of something hitting my bedroom window resounded through the room. I jumped in fright, along with Cyrus. We looked at the window in time to see a black object hit the glass, rebound, and go flying back to the ground again.

I glance at Cyrus, but he shrugs in confusion, knowing just as much as I did about the mysterious object. I venture toward the window, nervously peeking out in case it's a Royal Guard. Instead, a see a distraught Landon, standing with a handful of rocks, looking around to make sure my parents couldn't see him.

"Who's there?" Cyrus asks, not too keen about coming closer. I shake my head, turning back to him.

"Althea," he says deeply, his eyes darkening by the second. I know he had warned me about Kace, but I could possibly be dead without him. But something tells me he isn't about to see it from that view.

I backed away, but he continued to advance, looked beyond mad, but at the same time, incredibly sexy. The backs of my knees hit the side of my bed. Staring at Landon, I let myself fall backwards, till I fully lay down, with my feet hanging over the edge.

"Did I not tell you about him?" Landon says, his voice firm, but I was melting in front of him. He leant down, resting his hands on the edge of the bed, not taking his eyes off me.

"Sure you did. He's dangerous, but he saved my life," I find myself saying. Landon sighs, hoisting himself up onto the bed. He calls over my still body, his hands resting on either side of my head.

"You shouldn't be fraternising with anyone dangerous," he says, his breath brushing against my face, his eyes flickering briefly to my lips. I smile at his words, reaching my arms up to wrap around his neck.

He lay his lips gently on mine, and I forgot the strange position we were in. If anyone walked in right now, they would be wondering why the Alpha of this Pack had some random girl pinned to a bed, but I couldn't think of a reason to care.

"I wouldn't call it fraternising," I breathe, as he pulled away, leaving gentle kisses down the side of my jaw. He chuckles, moving his lips to my neck. His change in attitude makes me smile, thinking about the boy I knew before his massive transformation.

I wind my fingers around a few strands of his surprisingly luscious hair. He definitely put something in it today. I shiver, feeling his tongue against my mark. I know he hasn't had experience with other girls before, but it seems as though he's pushing all the right buttons.

I grab his face, guiding his lips back to mine. He kissed me like he had many questions or ask and I guess he does. But for now, I just wanted him.

Eventually, Landon pulled away to pull his shirt over his head, dumping it on the end of my bed. It gave me an opportunity to admire his refined muscles. Although really, it is his eyes that are really mesmerising.

He kisses me passionately, moving his lips against mine, but rougher. This fast pace made me lose my breath quicker, as his hands roamed under my shirt, caressing my sides and stomach.

"We should stop. We can't do it here at least," I excuse, catching my stolen breath. Landon nods, his eyes bright. He Rolla over, so he's lying on the bed, and I'm on top of him. I lay my head on his chest again, and he begins to caress my hair softly, and soothingly.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too," he replies.