Megan's POV
I heeded her counsel. I thought about it but immediately decided I wouldn't do it. Touching an Alpha is generally frowned upon, but doing it without his consent is unheard of. It's like asking for your death. There is no doubt that if I did that, I would lose.
Say, "Promise me." Her words kept playing in my thoughts. "Promise me you'll do it," I said.
I muttered an angry snarl. Promises made to my Little Wolf were unwise. For confidence reasons, we established this ritual in which we would always keep our vows to one another. It would be impolite and maybe harmful to our relationship to break one now. I snarled, hit a tree, and started to make my way back to the pack home. I merely wanted to try and fall asleep while ignoring everyone else. I wasn't sure whether I would have nightmares when I woke up or if they had ended.
Without even seeing Alpha, who was waiting outside in the driveway with a few others and a suitcase on his shoulder, I rushed out of the clearing.
"Megan?" I stopped dead in my tracks as he yelled out to me. He approached me, and I sat there furious. What is the issue? Do you feel okay?
My body was on the edge of trembling, and my breathing was rough and brutal. I tried to decide where to go while gazing at his chest. I had to do this as quickly as possible so I would have time to escape from him and flee if necessary. There were only two possibilities. The first is that I succeed in escaping his hold, and the second is that it isn't as attractive as I would have hoped.
"Megan? Is it audible to you? He warily moved toward me as if I were a scared, ferocious animal.
If I took his hand, he might retain it even if I attempted to flee, longing for me and free to treat me however he pleased. All I wanted to do was escape and hide until I was utterly alone and nobody could ever find me again. My gaze shifted from his hand to his chest and back again. I may have the advantage if I put my palm over his heart. I could sink my class into his trunk and tear out his heart if he tried anything. He would perish if he did anything.
Megan, you're making me nervous. What's not right?
I inhaled deeply and moved slowly in his direction. As I hurriedly took the last few steps toward him to get this over with, I could hear the wheels spinning in his brain. His warm breath struck my forehead in equal puffs. I softly lay my palm on his chest, over his heart, and slowly extend my arm. His pulse accelerated beneath my hand, indicating that we were becoming irate. My survival instincts pleaded with me to halt and release before anything terrible occurred.
Don't follow your head; follow your heart.
I took a deep breath and, for the first time in a long time, I ignored and resisted those ideas. At first, I experienced nothing but absolute disdain from the group leader. My body then began to unwind as it took in the sparks. I wasn't touching his flesh, but I could still feel the connection and the tingles through his shirt. My wolf remained unfazed and even appeared to be practically purring.
His heart started to beat in chaotic, irregular patterns, skipping and fluttering. It left me confused. He did nothing except observe me while taking in what I was doing. Once again, I felt his heartbeat under my touch, and I responded to it. I leaned against his towering body as I drew nearer, pressing my ear on his heart instead. As I raised my hands to grab his wife's shoulders, I ensured he didn't move. His heart was pinging against my ear quicker and more demanding than usual, and I was almost astounded by my response to him. He pulled my head close to him while holding one of his arms around my waist to encourage me to keep doing what I was doing.
Megan, you are making it difficult for me to go. He inhaled deeply before stooping down to go close to me and placing his lips next to my ear. "For a while, you scared me there."
Asking, "Where are you going?" I mumbled into his shirt.
"I'm making a treaty at a friend's pack. I wanted to bring you along, but I was concerned I could frighten and damage you. He began to run his fingers through my hair, avoiding the knots at the ends of the long strands from the dead ends.
However, I promise to return as soon as I can. After a little interval, he said. His fingers would pay attention to his words, which nearly surprised me. It was memorably memorable to listen to his pulse and chest sensations as he spoke. You have unrestricted access to our home. He spoke. You are free to remain there, but if anything occurs or you sense a problem, please go to the pack house. Notify Jackson if anything similar does happen; he will assist you. I just nodded in agreement.
Now, you're making me want to stay. He moaned and put his head on my neck to smell me.