Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 20

Throughout the entire course of the meeting, I wished to be anywhere but there. It just felt uncomfortable. I was a vampire. Standing only a few feet away from me were five werewolves. Somewhere not too much farther into the forest, there was a house full of werewolves. Just standing there made me want to punch a tree. Or a wolf. Either works, really.

I had to admit, I tuned out while the adults talked. They were just saying mundane old things, establishing ground rules and peace. It was straight up boring.

I found it much more interesting to observe Cedric. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see every twitch of his jaw. He kept clenching and unclenching his fists, and I wondered just how much he wanted to attack.

Probably a lot.

The meeting only lasted about thirty minutes, but it felt like an hour. All I did was stand there and nod as if I were listening-why did I even have to come to this thing?

As soon as the meeting was over, Cedric hightailed it out of there. I almost laughed-he literally didn't waste a second. I had a feeling that he knew if he didn't leave, he'd probably punch someone. Then he'd lose his spot as chief, god forbid.

My father continued talking to the alpha-they got along surprisingly well after the formality was dropped. It was kind of weird. I caught Mason's eye and he nodded his head to the side, indicating that I follow him. Reluctantly, I told my father I'd be right back slipped away behind Mason. If I were Cedric, my father would've stopped me. He knew that I wasn't as radical as my brother, though, and he trusted me on my own with a wolf.

Mason wasted no time getting straight to the point when we were out of war shot. Which was really far from the others, by the way. It's so hard to be "out of earshot" when it comes to supernatural beings.

"You didn't tell me you were a vampire!" He hissed. Despite having walked for a solid five minutes away from his father and brothers, his tone was still hushed.

"My bad," I said sarcastically, "I usually share that little detail with everyone I meet. And you can't talk-you never mentioned being a werewolf."

"You tried to kill me!" He snarled, taking a threatening step forward.

"No I didn't!" I protested. "Why would you think-"

Mason yanked down the collar of his shirt, revealing two tiny marks on his neck. Bite marks. "What, so this was just a love bite?"

"Mason, it wasn't like that-"

"Really?" Anger sparked in his eyes. "Because you can't turn me, Kieran, so what else could you have been trying to do?"

"I wasn't trying to do anything!" I whisper-yelled. "It was an accident!" I didn't know why I was even explaining myself to him; I had no reason to. Usually I'd love to see him angry like this.

But not now. Now I found myself feeling like I didn't want him to be angry with me, and that scared the shit out of me.

Wow. Not what I meant to say. But it had the desired effect, as Mason took a step back.

Then I remembered; I really didn't like Mason. I fucking hated him. He was the cause of pretty much all of my problems, and I'd known him less than a week. So why was it so hard to say so, when it was the truth?

Seriously, what the fuck, Kieran?

"Right," Mason's voice was cold. "So when you kissed me yesterday, was that supposed to be equivalent to punching me in the face, I'm guessing."

"You kissed me," I corrected.

"Are you saying you didn't kiss me back? Because I'm pretty sure you did," he countered.

"Look, Mason," I put my hands up defensively, "I don't know what to tell you. I've told you already, I don't like you. That hasn't changed. Yesterday...yesterday didn't happen."

"That's the thing!" Mason said exasperatedly. "It did! And would it really be so bad if it happened again?"