Page 116 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
The moment he had mind-linked, the urge to just drop everything and run to him had been so damn hard to ignore, especially since he had been ignoring me since that day.
Now, what the fuck do I take him? I can’t just go fucking empty-handed…I was not good at this, but there wasn’t anything I could really give him. I stopped at my room to shower. I was a mess, and I did not want to go over looking like this.
Once I was done, I pulled on some boxers, some jeans that I took a moment to pick out because, although I found them a tad fucking tight, I knew Taylor always checked me out in them. I smirked, pulling on a graphic tee and leaving the packhouse.
It was really quiet, although I could hear a few of the members in the pack lounge playing games. Guards who were in the clear flanked the entrance, giving me a nod. It really did feel like a fucking prison… I didn’t miss the weapons they were holding.
Tonight, thanks to that footprint, we had been able to track back the killer’s footsteps right towards one of the graveyards, but it ended there at the gates. We weren’t able to gather any more information inside, but we had set up some cameras and sensors discreetly. Well, I hoped it was fucking discreet anyway.
I reached Taylor’s house shortly after, my gaze lingering at the Jacobs’ home, which felt eerie and ominous.The reminder of what had happened there returned to the front of my mind.
I turned away, ringing the bell, hoping it was Taylor who opened it and not his parents. The Goddess didn’t really hear my wish as his dad opened the door. It looked like they were both heading out…
“Hello, Mr and Mrs Olsten. Heading out?” I said.
“Hello, Delta Zack. Yes, we are… we will be staying at Channing’s for the night. He’s assigned for surveillance, so we are staying with the children,” Mr Olsten said, smiling warmly.
Perfect, I get to talk to Taylor…
“We have an escort who will take us due to the curfew,” Mrs Olsten added quickly.
“Yeah, of course,” I said with a nod, spotting the two men who would guide them. Both were in the clear of being the killer. It was fucking strange to have to doubt your own pack members…
“Were you here for a reason?” Mr Olsten asked.
“Ah, yeah, I need to talk to Taylor,” I replied.
“He’s upstairs, go right up,” Mrs Olsten said with a smile. “He’s probably watching TV.”
“Thanks,” I said, squeezing past them.
They closed the door behind them, and I headed up the stairs, following Taylor’s scent until I reached his room. The door was open, and I stepped inside. It was the first time I had gone there… I looked around, taking note of everything and wondering where he was. Maybe the bathroom…
I dropped onto his bed, looking at the poster on his wall. We really were pretty different. A perfect match…
I heard a door open and the sound of whistling mixed with the scent of bath products, something floral laced with Taylor’s own delicious scent. He entered his room without a care in the world, and then he froze, his eyes on me, but I was too busy raking my eyes over that sexy body of his.
Damn, my mate was fucking fine. Water ran down his body and into his towel. I fucking wanted to yank off the towel and look at him properly. I mean, I’d seen him shift, but he was one of the more modest men when it came to walking around fucking nude, so I hadn’t really seen the goods.
“Eyes up here,” Taylor said. I clenched my jaw, my lips set in their usual thoughtful pout.
“You can’t really control where I look. If I want to look lower… I can,” I said cockily before leaning back on my hands, not missing his gaze falling to my crotch, something that made me fucking twitch. Was it wrong that I wanted him on his knees?
But I remembered what I had done…
“Right, I can’t,” he said, a small frown on that gorgeous face of his. “I’m surprised you came. Weren’t you busy?” He walked over to his drawer, picked up some moisturiser, and applied it to his face. So, my mate was angry that I didn’t come? Cute.
“I was, but I came as soon as I got free. You wanted to see me?” I asked, standing up and shoving my hands into my back pockets. Taylor turned, his heart racing. Our eyes met, and I swallowed. Fuck, how I wantedto pull him into my damn arms and ask him to fucking forgive me…
“I told Channing,” Taylor said, those chocolate eyes of his softening. The pain in them fucking made me feel like a guilty fucker. It was my heart’s turn to fucking race…. Shit… was it bad?
“And…” I said softly.
“Channing being Channing... he took it like a pro, and you know what? He knew that Anna was cheating on him. More than that, he’s breaking up with her, not because of the cheating but because she blackmailed you, and he thinks it’s high time he ended it…”
I closed my eyes, feeling a weight lift from me.Thank the Goddess… or, in this case, Channing…I will apologise to him in person, too…
“I’m sorry… and I know I owe him.”
