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~Lexia

The first breath of consciousness I had was beyond comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that at first I believed I was floating on a cloud of softness that I never want to escape from.

Instead, I'm lying on a bed that's damn well close enough to it, with sheets wrapped around me so soft and silken, they might as well have been tendrils of the sweetest dreams. I don't remember my bed being this nice...

I sit up abruptly, but a pain stabs the upper right half of my brain, forcing me back to the pillow. I'm hung over. But I don't remember drinking last night? Actually, now that I think about, I don't remember anything from last night.

Or maybe I do. Violet eyes. Silver eyes. Green eyes? What the hell did I manage to get myself into?

Groaning, I force my wary lids open, glad the curtains around me are drawn. It's light enough outside for me to see the room I'm occupying. Nope, I've never seen it in my life.

Lifting the sheets, I glance under. I'm not naked...Just mildly stripped to my underwear and bra. So I didn't drunkenly make my way into someone else's bed then?

"Thank the Moon Goddess." I mutter, tilting my throbbing head at the ceiling. "Praise the damn thing."

I slip out of bed. The air around me is thick and sluggish. Unfamiliar.

The room I'm in is decorated so scarcely I'm second hand offended. Who would neglect such a large room with this much potential? Then I remember my home, and shake my head at how much of a hypocrite I am.

The curtains pull back with a slight groan, revealing to me the outside world. And boy, do I nearly faint at the sight of it.

Trees. And then some more trees. And just when you think another mile of trees is just unrealistic, another presents itself. It's so strange, so foreign I want to bundle myself up in those luscious sheets and cry again.

Because I've never seen this Pack in my life.

A complete change of climate has my head spinning, confusion choking in my throat. How did I get here? I may do some strange things when I drink, but these feet wouldn't carry me across the entire country in one night.

I have to get out of here.

Stumbling back, I rip the top sheet of the bed off, and throw it over my shoulder. Instantly it sticks to my skin with the heat, making me feel unusually like a lamented piece of paper.

The outside of the room is just as strange as the inside, only confirming I've never been here in my life. At least it's fairly one directional (Haha, One direction, so funny :/ Cool let's move on) so I easily find my way to a flight of steps leading down.

As I attempt to find my way to where someone may be, I peeked around corners, and into rooms completely abandoned. Nothing about the place hinted to who owned it.

But the moment I found the kitchen, and looked inside, I saw exactly who's house I occupy.

A bare, smooth back tinted by the sun faces me. Muscles, hardened by natural strength move as this man works at something at the kitchen bench. He doesn't hear me slip in.

Grayson.

I know it's him instantly. He doesn't have to turn and show me those incredible eyes. He just has to push one hand through his bed ruffled hair, show me a bicep, and let out a soft hum to let me know.

Pulling the sheet closer, I pad into the kitchen, slipping onto a stool without him hearing. Why I'm here, pokes at the back at my mind. Did we...? No, I don't want to think about it.

I watch him curiously, as he hums to an unknown tune, cooking something that sizzles on the stove. I hate to admit it, but he truly is beautiful. Although Alphas aren't my taste, his body is to die for, with even his back looking like something I could drag my finger nails down.

I cough lightly. He jumps, twisting around.

Spatula in hand, an apron strapped around his front that I never noticed before, Grayson meets my gaze.

"Lexia," he breathes.

I nod toward the spatula in his hand, noticing the grease on it. "What are you cooking?"

Why I decided to not acknowledge the obvious elephant in the room, I don't know. Maybe it's because I wanted to keep the conversation light, and not as awkward as it should be.

"Bacon, I hope you're not vegetarian," he says, as if it's an option. I force a smile onto my face.

I watch him fill a glass to the brim with water, and slide it across the bench to me. Every movement he makes is subtle, yet deliberate. Is it a bad thing I just want to sit here and admire him? Of course it is...

Thanking him, I put the glass to my lips, tasting the lukewarm water. He pauses, at the bench, staring down at me with those mercury like eyes. A memory sparks. Was I laying in those arms last night?

"Did we slept together last night?" I ask abruptly, cutting to the chase.

Grayson flinches at my words, obviously not expecting them. The only memory I can gather from last night is him, so that's the only conclusion I can come to. As well as the fact that I woke up in his Pack...

"No...We didn't slept together," he says carefully.

"So we didn't have sex?"

Grayson cringes, still shaking his head. Slowly, he turns back to where he was cooking.

"I don't have any interest in being with someone while they are knocked unconscious," Grayson muses. There is a moments silence, as he put the bacon from the pan, onto a plate on the bench.

He twists around, pushing the plate across the bench to me, as well as some cutlery.

"Because when I do have you in my bed, you're going to be very willing. In fact, you'll be begging..." He murmurs.

I nearly choke on the not quite chewed bacon in my mouth.

The way he sounded so casual and sure of himself frightened me. "I-I don't think that's ever going to happen."

"Are you sure? Because I am. And I know for a fact that your little boyfriend would never compare to me in bed," he says, bracing his muscular arms-that I force my eyes to avert from-on the bench.

Here we go with my sex life again. "He's not my boyfriend."

He raises an eyebrow, as if he doesn't believe me, and wills me to stop lying to him. But I'm not. Adrian is not my boyfriend.

"So he wasn't the one who got you drunk off your face last night?"

Suddenly, things flooded into my mind like a tsunami, leaving my mind completely overwhelmed with what happened last night. Jasper. Noah. Grayson...

"Someone spiked my drink," I say, making Grayson narrow his eyes speculatively. I remember him not believing me when I told him about Jasper. But I also remembered Jasper reading my mind, and my declaration of him possibly being a Phantom Wolf.

If he is, than maybe Grayson couldn't see him...My mind spins with possibilities.

"Who?" Grayson demands to know, as if the mention of this upset him greatly. I couldn't tell him...He wouldn't believe me.

"I don't remember...Look, can you at least tell me why you dragged me all the way back to your Pack?" I ask.

He swallows, suddenly looking slightly guilty, but then, he masks it. He seems to be good at that.

"I want you do rethink declining my offer."

So that's what he wanted. Me to take his offer. He used my drugged up, unconsciousness to bring me back to his Pack so I would accept his offer? But as I think about it, maybe this happening is better than what would have ensued had I stayed with Jasper.

Except I'm not sure how to escape from this Pack, with all these trees.

"I told you, I'm not interested," I mutter, pushing my plate of bacon away. Grayson watches me with a careful gaze as I stand, the bench between us all that separates us.

"Why? This is what you want isn't it? To be a leader? What's better than being an equal to an Alpha?" He questions, his words biting at the emotional wall I've put up to keep me sane around him.

I sigh, running a hand irritably through my hair. It's so tempting. So damn unrealistic, yet plausible that I might as well have reached out and grabbed the offer had it been a real object.

"I can't abandon the people back in my Pack," I tell him firmly.

"I've sent four capable men to deal with that situation, so I can give you an opportunity to say yes."

My mouth falls open. He what? Four capable men.

"I'm sorry, why didn't you just hire those four men to do this job?" I question.

He goes silent at this. Am I right, or am I right?

Slowly, fingertips brushing against the marble bench top, he comes a little closer. Instantly, my heart rate picks up, just with his proximity.

"Because, there's something about you, Lexia that I really like. And I need. I've seen how you lead, and my Pack needs that," he says.

The way my name glides off his tongue with such exotic smoothness has me stunned. He doesn't stop his floating like steps until he is right in front of me, till I can smell the fresh spice that consumes him.

"At least see the Pack first. At least get a feel for the people you may lead, before you go back," he murmurs.

I'm not sure what willed me to do it. What part of me he enticed, but it happened.

I said, "okay."

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