Chapter 14

'Emilia? What the- How the fuck are you doing this?' His hands started pawing at me again through my bra, hot tears falling down my face. He smirked when he saw my tears, leaning down so his disgusting mouth was right next to my ear. "You shouldn't cry, it only turns me on more." I sent Andrew a picture of where I was, begging for him to come alone. It wasn't long before I sensed him, my tears falling harder as the disgusting Alpha began to fumble with his own belt and pants. "Get off of her!" Andrew charged and took him by surprise, landing a right hook directly on his temple. The Alpha didn't last long, crumpling on the gravel as I tried to retain as much dignity as I could. I sobbed as Andrew held me, my head burying itself in his chest. He hushed me, petting my hair as I cried desperately into him. I always wanted to be the badass everyone thought I was. I wanted to be the girl who partied and drank and barely did her homework. But in reality I'd never touched a drop of alcohol, nor any type of drugs. I always did my homework and often turned it in early, and I stayed home every weekend. I was a broken girl, with no dreams or hopes who had hoped for a happy ending. I was just entirely too naive to believe I'd actually get one. Andrew led me to the pack house the party was held at, my hands clinging to him ungracefully. I was thankful he hoisted me into the balcony on the second floor, leading me into Wesleys room. His room had deep red walls with books covering three of the four walls. His bed was pushed into a corner with a small acoustic guitar next to it and a small notepad. His bed smelt exactly like him, with floral sheets and a huge comforter, two pillows; although one was untouched and smelled completely new. "Go shower, then we'll talk." I nodded as I walked into his adjoining bathroom, allowing myself the briefest moment to marvel over just how rich he was. His shower was completely separate from his jacuzzi bathtub, with an overhead spout that shot out water like it was from the future or something. I swear, if I could marry inanimate objects, I'd marry this shower and never leave its side. I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way into the room, fully aware that my scars and bruises were obvious and being stared at. My face lifted to see Andrews harsh one, quickly retreating as I walked into Wesleys closet. "Do you think he'd mind if I borrowed some of his clothes?" I whispered, knowing full well he could hear me. "Probably not, since what happened tonight and everything. Although, you already know of our kind don't you." I didn't answer his cold tone, tugging on one of his grey t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. I walked in and sat at the edge of the bed, my gaze not meeting Andrews form across the room as I spoke. I spoke so low the music below us almost drowned me out, Andrews body inching closer to me to listen. "I'm a wolf, Andrew, my father abandoned my mother when he met his mate the day after she got pregnant with me. She begged him not to go, but he left anyway. She was heartbroken, and form that day on, she hated wolves. She forbade me to ever be friends with them, and hid my scent. She's a witch, which makes me half witch, half wolf, although my wolf is the dominating side." "So that's why we never smelt you or sensed you?" I nodded, my hands wringing themselves together.