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Chapter 12
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-Demarco-

Day Five

She was up, I could tell.

Her scent was faint upstairs, she's been in the kitchen for a while now.

The living room TV was on, I could hear it through the walls. I knew she was watching the news, not really paying attention until Heidis segment came on.

"Get up".

I was already in the process of shuffling off the bed before my animalistic half, or should I say rather demanding half got the best of me.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face. After all, the least I could do was look somewhat presentable in her eyes.

I got downstairs in no time, she had her back turned towards me as she hooved over the stovetop. It smelt like pancakes.

I smiled.

She was a pretty good cook. For a girl that went from having practically nothing in her own refrigerator...the wonders that she could preform with the right ingredients.

I stood on the opposite side of the counter, deep in thought. I didn't want to admit it to anyone, not even myself, she was the reason why I was almost back to my 100% health so soon.

Since I fell sick, she's been nothing but sweet to me. She'd cook every one of my meals and made sure I'd eat what I could at the moment. Besides that she'd kept me company for hours upon end, not because she had to or because I asked her to.

It just happened.

In the mist of all that she has done I strangely became more trusting of her. After all if she was who I previously thought she was, she would've attacked while I was weak. She's done nothing but be my biggest motivator to feel better.

I owed Jordan and the boys an apology. They were right about her. That night when she ran into us, it was just a coincidence. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Life was already tough for her as it was, then I happened.

She turned around, a large stack of hotcakes piled on a plate.

When she saw me she screamed, jumping back, hitting her back against the fridge. In the process she dropped the plate, the glass shattering into pieces on the floor along with breakfast.

"Sorry I should've said something when I came in".

She didn't respond, just quickly looked away and threw the spatula into the sink. Picking up the now soiled food from the floor to throw away, being careful not to step on any broken glass.

I felt guilty once again. Guilt wasn't something I was use to feeling...especially this frequently. I wholeheartedly didn't mean to startle her, I just got caught up admiring her.

I could tell she was still stunned when I walked around the counter to help her clean the mess. "Let me clean, it was my fault" I told her.

She stopped sweeping, nodding her head but in the process avoiding eye contact. She handed me the broom and walked around the counter to make more pancake batter.

"She's ignoring us"?

I swept all the glass up and went to the closet by the front door to get her something to wear on her feet just incase. I wouldn't want her stepping on microscopic pieces of glass that I accidentally missed.

With living alone and not having an actually girlfriend for years, all I had were men shoes. I found an old pair of brown summer sandals that thought was okay to wear years ago.

"Here" I set the shoes down in front of her small feet. "Just in case".

She starred at the sandals for a second before slipping her feet in each one.

Naturally, the sandals were way too big on her feet, fitting like oversized flip flops.

I expected her to say thank you.

She didn't.

She walked around the counter with the freshly made batter and started making more pancakes.

Like every morning spent with her, I silently watched as she finished up breakfast and waited to be served.

If I'm being honest with myself, before I became ill I seeked her attention.

Jealousy got the best of me. Those where the days that she wouldn't say a word to me or give me the time of day. All of the boys admired her, so much to the point where they have become defensive about her to me.

I deserved it. My actions in the past clearly proved that I wasn't worth her being decent towards me. After all, I tired to murder her, kidnapped her, allowed her to escape so that I could threaten her friends life as well to keep her in check.

Even with our rocky start, I was glad she didn't die because than we wouldn't have had the chance for these past couple of days to happen.

She finished breakfast and gave me a plate, putting hers to the side instead of taking a seat next to me, like she usually did. Instead she turned the sink faucet on, washing the dishes.

"Lucky Charm".

No response.

I waited for her to finish, I watched her as she wiped down the counter, I even watched her sweep the nothingness on the floor.

She ran out of things to do and only had one thing left to do. Eat.

When she finally turned her attention to the plate sitting next to mines, she switched the plates in front of us, catching me off guard.

That was my thing.

My shock was shortly lived as she took hers poured syrup on her stack, grabbed a bottle of water and her plate and left the kitchen. She left me alone as I heard her foot steps go up to her room and her door close.

"What did we do?"

The only explanation could only be because of yesterday. I asked her one too many questions about who she was and her family life and she broke down in tears.

Although I've already apologized about prying into her life, she was still odiously upset about it.

I sighed heavily. This girl was growing on me way too fast.

My wolf was itching at me for more reasons then one. Tonight was a full moon, and I've been stuck at home for days.

I didn't feel trapped, however, for the most part my wolf didn't once complain about being stuck at home for days upon end and I had a feeling I knew the reason why.

All the signs were there.

I went from disliking her, to liking her a lot more than I thought I would in such a short period of time.

Every single one of my boys liked her to the point that they'd defend her against my judgement of who I previously thought she was.

I'm feeling guilty about my actions towards her when we first met, ranging from attemptive murder to blackmail.

She was a human, and with us being at two opposing sides of the planet at the time, she somehow got me, an Alpha Wolf sick.

She'd done nothing but care and look after me while I was sick. Her kind heartedness spoke volumes about who she was.

Throughout the past couple of days I wanted nothing more but to know her. To be close to her because her presences brought a new found comfort that I've never experienced before.

All the signs were there.

And that's not even counting the way she reacts whenever I was within arms length from her.

However, what she just did was push me back a mile after we've come so far. I'm not liking this regression, and I didn't anticipate her new found attitude and silent treatment towards me.

I thought everything was fine after I apologized, she cried in my arms last night for a couple of hours and now she was being stand-off-ish.

I was stumped.

Doctor Harris, Cleon, Patrick and Oscar came threw the back door.

"Someone looks a lot better" Patrick said strolling over to the counter and stealing the top pancake off my plate.

I was too lost in thought to care.

"Was she still mad at us from yesterday?"

I extended my arm out for Doctor Harris to take my blood pressure. Oscar and Patrick made theirselves comfortable.

"Where's Clover?" Cleon asked, noticing her absences.

"You can't tell she's upstairs?" I asked, it was a serious question.

Patrick and Oscar shared a look with one another. "Only you can smell her, remember?"

Oh yeah.

Another mystery that hasn't been solved.

"I guess the meds fucked up his memory too" Patrick joked, taking another pancake off my plate.

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Lunch was my chance at redemption.

But instead of going into the living room while I finished cleaning afterwards, she went back to her room.

Sunset came too soon.

The day was over, and it was clear that she didn't want to talk to me at all. It felt like the first time we met, all over again. The only difference was this time around I cared.

Pushing past my pride, I knocked on her bedroom door. Tonight, this time around I made us dinner.

There was shuffling on the other side. However she didn't open the door all the way, she only cracked it a little, hiding behind the frame. "Yes?"

For first time today she looked me in the eye.

"Okay, how do we get the right words out?"

"I made us dinner. I was hoping we could eat together". She looked down at the ground, and then back to me. I wasn't too positive that she would agree. "We can eat up here, if that makes you comfortable".

"I'll come down in a minute" she said without hesitation, giving me a small smile before closing the door.

She smiled at me for the first time today.

And as if my better half was trying to make up for lost time today, I moved the stools closer together.

It didn't take her long to come down.

She wore a pink fuzzy sweater, and spandex shorts that almost made it look as if she wasn't wear bottoms at all. I averted my gaze away from her, not wanted her to notice what I doing for the fear of scaring her off again.

She took a look at what I made, and looked hesitant to take the seat next to me.

"It's not like your cooking but it's the best I know how to do. Think of it as me saying thank you for looking after me for the last couple of days".

She nodded her head, taking the seat before switching our plates and taking a forkful and tasting it the chicken Alfredo.

I laughed to myself at the gesture. I was either rubbing off on her or she didn't trust me like how I previously didn't trust her.

We ate in silence, but after our day of her ignoring me, I was sick of the silence.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded her head. "I'm fine".

"You've been really distant all day. Is it because what happened yesterday?"

She stayed focused on her food continuing finishing her food. Her cheeks begun turning a red color. "If I knew the topic of family was so sensitive to you I wouldn't have brought it up. It was none of my business".

She laughed....and laughed some more.

Is this girl okay?

"It's okay" she said in between laughter. "Thanks for dinner" she said continuing to eat her food but with a small smile on her face.

I don't know what I did or what exactly I said to make her snap out of it, but it worked.

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It was close to 9 o'clock by the time we both called it a night.

I thought I'd be satisfied, after our breakthrough but I was nowhere near it. I missed an entire day of what I've become so strangely addicted to.

We went our separate ways.

9 o'clock in the evening quickly turned to 1 o'clock in the morning of me blindlessly flipping through channels to see what was on.

I was barely watching TV, my mind lingering elsewhere. More specifically, to the girl down the hall.

For the past four days I haven't shifted, being sick to the point that I couldn't leave the house and now that I was feeling better and restless, my wolf was clawing at me to run.

The full moon didn't help my impatient tendency.

I grabbed a pair of sweats pants, and walked out my room. Making sure to close the door gently as to not notify anyone that I was leaving.

My mission failed when the bathroom door down the hall opened and she came walking out, wiping her hands dry on her shorts.

"You're up?" It was more of a question than a statement.

Judging by the tired look on her face, but her alertness, she had also been having trouble sleeping.

"So are you". She stopped only a few feet in front of me. "You're going out?"

When I hesitated to answer, she frowned crossing her arms in front of her chest. Ready for the lie.

"Umm..." I've been caught. She knew I was going to lie before I could get the words out.

Fuck it. I didn't have to explain anything to her, and I shouldn't feel as guilty as I do knowing that I'm about to lie. I'm a grown ass man, and who was she?

"You know who".

"I was going for a run, I couldn't sleep".

It was the truth but not the whole trust. The less she knew, the better.

"It's one in the morning Demarco".

"I'm aware of that, lucky charm" I laughed, rubbing the back of my head.

"If you haven't realized, you live in the middle of the woods" she stated getting annoyed by my lack of caring about how dangerous the situation sounded to her human self.

"Trust me, the woods doesn't scare me".

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She didn't believe a word that came out of my mouth. "Have fun" she sarcastically says storming past me.

Here we go again.

I caught on to her upper arm, stopping her from abandoning me in the hallway.

"It's cute that you care for me".

Again, me speaking before I could process what I was saying in my mind. However I didn't regret it, her reaction was priceless.

Her steady heart rate picked up the second I touch her, let alone said what I said. Her cheeks flared the deepest shade of red that I've ever seen them, and the light of the dimmed hallway danced against her grey eyes.

"I promised Cleon I'd look after you". It was a statement meant to come out with a hell of a lot more confidence but didn't.

"I can't look after you if you're going for a jog in the wood at one in the morning while your still sick" she said rambling on. She continued talking, her nerves getting the best of her.

The feel of her skin in my hand, was electrifying. I knew she felt it too, just like how she felt it every single day that I'd lay in her lap and take those long naps. The best naps of my life if I had to be honest.

With the full moon fully apparent, I knew exactly why we were both restless and what we needed.

I cut off her rambling, "How about this, instead of me going for a run, I'll stay in the house where you can watch over me. We can watch a movie together, and by the time it's over we'll probably both be tired enough to sleep".

Still recovering from her breathless rant only nodded her head up and down, keeping her mouth shut from now on.

"Come on" I never let go of her arm, I lead her to my room walking her inside before letting go of her arm only to close the door behind us.

She was completely lost at words, as she stood in the middle of the room uncomfortable and completely unsure about herself.

Her innocences was beautiful.

I turned the dail on the lights so that the room was lite but not too bright.

"I thought we'd watch a movie downstairs".

"We'll be more comfortable up here. So make yourself comfortable".

She sat at the edge of the bed. With her toes on the floor and back towards me. I wasn't having that, I pulled her all the way on, so she was sitting next to me. Her feet were cross crossed, and her back was against the headboard.

With only a couple of pillows separating us, I mimicked her posture. "Your pick lucky charm".

"Anything will be fine" she whispered, her cheeks still red and her body language still guarded.

I picked the first movie on the TV guide that I saw and once it started I got off the bed to completely close the lights and lay down in her awaiting lap.

She didn't flinch like the first couple of times that I did it, she just simply rested one hand in my hair and the other on my shoulder.

This is what I've been missing all day.

As the movie continued, her body relaxed to the point that she begun drifting in and out of sleep.

30 minutes later, she was out like a light.

I didn't wake her.
I didn't bring her to her own room to sleep in her own bed.
I did something better for the both of us.

I gently tucked her in pulling a sheet over her small frame. She didn't move, or fuse, she just snuggled deeper into the sheet as if she were drowning herself in my scent.

No longer wanting to watch the movie, I found the remote and turnt the TV off. Making sure to give her as much well respected space as possible while  I climbed into bed next to her.

Within 11 minutes flat, that space that I gave her was gone.

She rolled over, draping her leg over my own and laying her head and arm on my chest.

My wolf internally howled, celebrating this feeling that I've never felt before. I laid my hand over her own.

And my wolf said something that I've been waiting for days as a confirmation of what I already suspected.

"She's ours".

That night was peaceful, I slept and dreamed of her, of us...which only involved me waking up in a state that was highly inappropriate.

My buzz was killed shortly.

"Demarco".

It was Jordan, mind linking me. He sounded annoyed, demanding.

I lowly growled. Right now I had both arms wrapped around my mate, as she slept peacefully in my arms. The last thing I wanted was an interruption.

"Demarco!"

He was mad now, knowing that I was up but ignoring him.

"What".

"The rouge was spotted again, early this morning".

I rolled my eyes.

The rouge was nothing new, although it's been M.I.A. for the past couples of days.

"Did you catch it?"

"No..."

"So what's the urgency about. I'm busy".

Clover groaned in her sleep turning her head to the ceiling, giving me a full view of her face.

"It was spotted in your backyard. We're downstairs".

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Sorry for the delay.

I kept writing, deleting and rewriting since this whole chapter was written in Demarcos perspective. Now we know exactly how he feels about her.

I'll probably keep editing this chapter over the next couple of days while I write the next, this definitely need a little bit more TLC but I've keep you guys waiting longer than I wanted.
Hope you all like it. Comment and let me know what your thoughts are and vote if you loved it!

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