Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 19

I practically flew away from Mason to the opposite side of the room. I pressed myself against the wall and covered my mouth with both hands.

What just happened?

Mason had tumbled to the floor when I abruptly pulled away, and was looking at me with childlike confusion. "What's wrong?" He asked softly, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. The action exposed two small, shallow marks on the side of his neck.

"I have to go," I said quickly. Then I grabbed my backpack and ran.

I ran out of the bedroom, out of the house, all the way home.

It was ten at night on Saturday when we drove out. Just Cedric, my father, and I, packed into my dad's black convertible. The drive wasn't long, maybe fifteen minutes, and it brought us to a forest mildly similar to our own.

The moment I stepped out of the car, I hated it. I felt the sensation I got whenever Mason walked into a room, except multiplied by fifty.

Oh god, Mason.

We'd kissed. Mason and I had full on made out on Marcella's bedroom floor. His girlfriend, Marcella.

I regretted it with every fiber of my being. I regretted for every reason I could.

I regretted it because he was a guy. I wasn't gay, or bi, or pan, or bi curious, or heteroflexible, or anything close. I was straight.

I regretted it because he was Mason. Fucking Mason. I hated the dude, and one kiss wasn't going to change that. Nothing was going to change that.

But mostly, I regretted it because of Cella. She was my best friend, my only friend, and I'd gone and made out with her boyfriend.

I wished I could say that he forced himself on me, that it wasn't consensual. But it was nothing close to harassment. I'd kissed him back with as much fervor as he'd kissed me. I'd liked it.

I wanted to do it again.

And that was what was really tearing me apart. Everything would be so much simpler if I could just say that, looking back on it, I was disgusted. Revolted, even. But if I wanted to do it again, did I even really regret it?

My fourth hint was that his blood was so alluring to me. It was a common knowledge in the vampire community was that supernatural blood was several times better than the any human blood, and extremely appealing. Werewolves and mermaids especially-their blood could keep one of us full for a week. And it tasted great.

Not that I'd really know, I'd never had it.

My fifth hint was that he'd showed up at school at the same time that a werewolf pack moved in nearby. Seriously, how did I not get that?

Then there was our fight, which was pretty much a continuation of hint number three. Plus yesterday, when he got all mad when at what I said, was more of hint number two. There were probably a billion other hints as well.

It was a slow week, alright?

Mason and I locked eyes. He didn't seem to be shocked to see me either. Judging be the high collar of his shirt, he'd found my little...gift.

Greetings were exchanged, though it all seemed very formal. When Cedric had to shake each of their hands, he looked like he wanted nothing more than to break their wrists. And when I had to shake everyone's hands, when I came to Mason, it had to be the most awkward encounter I'd ever experienced.

"We need to talk," he said lowly so only I could hear. Or maybe I wasn't the only one who could hear-werewolves had even sharper senses than vampires.