Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 22

The third reason, and possibly the biggest, I'd only just realized while laying in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. Even if Mason and I were totally in love-which we're not-we could never be together. I was a vampire, he was a werewolf. The two just didn't mix, simple as that. And if Cedric ever got a hold of the fact that Mason and I had kissed, even if it didn't mean anything, I'd be dead.

Like, more dead than I already am. Which is, like, really dead.

So yeah, this Mason thing needed to end. I wasn't sure how, but it did.

I skipped art that morning, mostly because of Mason. Well, totally because of Mason. My logic was that if I didn't come into contact with him, the weird feelings would go away. I was actually pretty annoyed with myself after, because I needed to stop skipping so often. That didn't stop me from skipping physics-my fourth period-as well.

Pathetic, I know.

I was tempted to skip seventh, but at lunch Marcella threatened to castrate me if I did. Apparently we were turning in the project today; I didn't know why that involved me, they could turn it in on their own. When I argued this to Cella, she didn't budge. .

As I stepped into drama, my fears were confirmed.

Instead of that irritation I usually felt when in the same room as Mason, I felt a sort of warm feeling, just like what I'd felt when we were talking alone in the forest. It was accompanied by a little tug in my stomach, a little feeling of attraction. It was nice-pleasant, even.

I hated it.

Mason's head shot up from where he sat on the other side of the room. His eyes instantly met mine, and that was how I knew he'd felt the same thing. Definitely not a good sign.

I rushed over to my seat, stumbling over the leg of someone else's desk as I went. Unfortunately, the little slip didn't go unnoticed. Kieran Callisto didn't trip.

"Pull yourself together," I mumbled to myself as I plopped down in my seat, looking down in embarrassment. I felt a hand on my arm and looked up to see Marcella leaning over in her seat, her eyebrows furrowed with worry.

The sarcasm was evident in my voice. Mason's neck was starting to turn red. "K...what're you going on about?" Marcella asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why, Mason, of course!" I exclaimed. "And I wasn't done, don't interrupt, silly! Now, where was I? Oh yeah, he's quite a sight to see, isn't he? Not just that, he's so boyfriend material! He's sweet, and funny, and not to mention that he's totally loyal! That's one guy that you'll never have to worry about cheating on you, or even looking at someone else."

Mason was blushing up to his ears now, and his eyes were wide. He glanced back and forth between me and Cella nervously, but his girlfriend was too busy staring at me like I'd grown a third head to catch my drift. "Um, Kieran, you alright?"

"I'm great!" I chirped, grinning from ear to ear. Cella was starting to look kind of creeped out, and she glanced back at Mason questioningly. He shrugged quickly-a little too quickly. While Marcella wasn't looking at me, my smile turned lopsided and I gave Mason a look that said there's more where that came from.

Nobody messed with my best friend. Though I had to admit, it didn't feel as good as I'd expected. Stupid Mason with his stupid awesome kissing skills and really soft hair and pretty face and dammit.