Chapter 15: Chapter 15

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All it took was one word. Two letters, one syllable. All he had to say was one simple word, and my body erupted in tingles, feelings for him flowing through my veins like electricity. It was like the bond had been muted whilst we were apart, but the feelings and emotions I'm feeling towards him right now, right in this second, makes me regret everything.

I try to find it within myself to keep hating him for how he's acted, I want to dislike him for the way he's trashed the house. But I can't. I can't find any resolve left in me because the bond has just sucked it right out of my heart with a straw, all because of one goddamn word.

I'm standing in front of him, my hand clutching the door frame as I watch his face crumble in front of me. His cold persona has slipped from his body, leaving a vulnerable alpha that doesn't know what to do.

I don't even know what to do.

I want to turn away, let him know that I came back but I'm not ready to talk to him, because less than two hours ago I was hell bent on staying at my parents house and watching reruns of friends until I wanted to come home.

Home to him.

"Hi." I reply to him quietly and watch as his body slumps with relief. It's the safest thing to say, one that doesn't make me feel like I'm giving him too much, yet I'm not ignoring him. My head is getting thicker by the second, making my vision cloudy, the wolfsbane in the air making breathing too difficult. "I can't be in here..."

I step back from the door and head towards the window to the left, a beautiful stained glass of a wolf that happily he hasn't smashed. I lift the lever and open it, letting much needed fresh air invade my nostrils and get rid of the wolfsmoke in the house.

I hear a chair explode backwards and whip around, seeing Kaden throw himself out of the door, a wild look of panic on his face, his head shaking violently and his body swaying. I know that he's drunk, just by looking at the way he's tripping over his own feet.

He hasn't looked my way yet and just from standing behind him I can tell he's falling apart. He runs his hands through his hair, muttering how much he's "fvcked up" and how much he needs to "make things right."

He then proceeds to collapse onto the floor, and do something I'd never believe he could do.

He starts to cry. Violently.

His shoulders are jolting up and down rapidly, his face buried into his hand as he releases the most heart wrenching sobs I've ever heard. More than when my mother found out she'd miscarried when I was 8.

I can still remember the sounds of hers and father's cries as Otis told them what had happened. I can still remember how it happened. I was sat in my bedroom, playing with a doll I'd gotten for my birthday when I heard a massive bang. I'd ran out to see my mum had fallen down the stairs and blood was flowing down her legs like a waterfall.

She didn't even have to ask me, because I screamed for Otis as loud as I could, running straight past her and out the door, begging for someone to help. I hadn't connected with Shiva at this point so I couldn't mind link him, so I needed to find someone who could.

My mum was in too much pain to do it herself, and eventually Lyle came out of woods near to the training grounds after he heard my screams, and immediately contacted our pack doctor.

Kaden's crying reminds me of how broken my dad sounded, the heartbreak of his son being taken from him so close to him being welcomed to our world.

I walk slowly towards Kaden and place my hand gently on his shoulder, feeling it stiffen under my soft touch. He whirls around, his glazed eyes a bright red, his fangs elongated. He looks about a second away from ripping my throat out when he realises it's me.

Then he stops, and cries again.

I spin around onto the ground in front of him, wrapping my arms around his body and pulling it to mine, letting his head rest on my shoulder. I'm ignoring the thick, heavy scent of booze on his body, and trying to concentrate on him and not what's intoxicating him. I run my hands down his back soothingly, whispering small comforts into his ear, trying to ease his crying.

"I'm so sorry." He sobs into my coat, his tears dampening the material. "I'm sorry I'm such an asshole."

"You're not an asshole." I pull his head from my shoulder, looking at the puffy red rims around blurry, tear filled eyes.

In this moment, I don't think he's ever been more attractive. His watery eyes appear a bright blue, his face flushed slightly from the whiskey. I kiss his forehead lightly, watching as his eyes flutter shut and his breathing calms. "You're just human, like the rest of us."

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He didn't touch our bedroom.

Every single room in this house looks like it was hit by a hurricane, except our room. Everything has been left how we left it, with our pyjamas folded neatly on our pillows, the bed freshly made and the window slightly open.

In fact, it looks cleaner. I see the towel that I left on the floor by the dresser now hanging neatly over the radiator, and the occasional pair of underwear I'd leave on the floor now in the washing basket.

I even see the hoodie that he gifted me with the first night I slept here hanging on the handle of the wardrobe.

I manage to get Kaden out of the fluid stained clothes, making a promise to myself to burn them once I've sorted him out. The stains are not going to wash out, and I doubt he's going to miss one shirt that reminds him of a dark point in his life.

If he does, well I'll buy him a new one.

I chucked his shirt and suit pants into a pile on the floor and got him in the bath that I ran for him whilst he went outside to apologise to Jasper, per my request.

Before I stripped him obviously.

I knew that Jasper was still waiting outside, I could hear his nervous breathing and erratic heart rate as his fingers strummed against the steering wheel. I told Kaden that he should go out and talk to his best friend, without me, because he'd hurt him and showed Jasper a side of himself he clearly isn't proud of.

So he did, and I filled the bath with various sweet smelling bubble bath liquids, and by the time he'd returned and I'd removed his clothes, it was pretty much full.

He's wearing only his boxers, leaning his head against the back of the bath whilst I wash his hair and body, trying to rid the vile stench of every booze under the sun from his pores.

I can feel my fingers alight when they touch his skin, heat radiating from his body and up my hands. He's like a personal Warner, except as well as heating me up, he ignites other feelings inside me as well.

I'm trying not to think of how toned his muscles are, or how they tense and shiver under my touch. I do however, take great satisfaction in my massaging skills when I hear him grunt in approval when I massage his old spice shampoo into his hair. Being so close to him means that I can study him, and I notice a small star burned into his skin where his shoulder meets his neck.

I run my finger over it absentmindedly and feel his body squirm under the pads of my fingertips.

Underneath the stench of whiskey, his alluring musky scent returns, invading my senses and clogging up my nostrils. I forgot how intoxicating his scent was, and I know for a fact if Kaden wasn't still drunk off his tîts then he'd be smirking at me right now.

Eventually, when the bath water and the bubbles are stained red and brown, his hair finally clean and all evidence of what could be described as a meltdown, have long disappeared. I even made him clean underneath his fingernails like a child.

The time in the water has also seemed to clear his head. His eyes are no longer glazed and are beginning to return to their usual, endearing icy blue colour that I've grown to enjoy looking at. He's no longer slurring his words, and I have a small feeling in my gut that my presence has kickstarted his healing again so he's sobering up at an increasing rate.

He even asked me to hand him some of the chewing gum that's in my back pocket, a packet I stole from Jasper's car.

I let him just soak in the bubbles, let his muscles relax, whilst I decided to clean up a little bit. I brush my teeth, my morning breath still very apparent, and I also run a brush through my tangled hair before putting it into a pony tail.

I even put on some mascara and eyeliner, because he still seemed off in his own little world that I didn't want to interrupt.

"I'll put the towel on the toilet for when you want to get out." I say to him as I grab the towel that's been warming on the radiator. His eyes quickly snap open as I start to head towards the door, rambling nervously when he stands up and reveals his toned chest. "I'll be downstairs so you can get changed etcetera, would you like coffee or te..."

"Wait." He calls out, his voice wary. I can hear the caution in his voice, like he feels that he's surrounded by eggshells and one wrong move and he'll step on one of them.

I turn around slowly, looking at the emotion swirling in his eyes.

"Lola, I'm sorry. I feel like I've fvcked up so much since I met you, and I constantly find myself apologising. But I promise you I mean every single one of them."

"Kaden..."

"No let me finish." He urges, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist, quickly dropping his underwear which causes a blush to rise on my cheeks. "I should've told you about the girls, and I should've told the pack about you sooner. I promise I waited for you, but the longer I waited the more I thought I'd never find you."

He walks right up to me and cups my cheeks gently in his palms, his warm breath fanning my face. He smells like mint and old spice and his natural, knee shaking scent, which has my mind in a haze. "Lola, I swear to you now, and I will continue to swear to you for as long as it takes me before you believe me, you're it for me. You always have been and you always will be."

He leans down and presses his lips to my own gently, his mouth caressing mine.

My body is frozen, shock flowing through every artery and vein in my entire body. My hands are glued to my sides, and my eyes are wide open. I never thought he'd kiss me, at least not on the lips. But the way his lips fit mine perfectly, the way the pressure is the perfect amount, and the way butterflies erupt like a volcano inside my stomach, has me looping my arms around his neck and kissing him back.

I've forgotten every reason why we've fallen out, why we've even rowed in the first place, hell I've even forgotten about the girls who've had him kiss them like this before me. Because he's kissing me now and he's promised to kiss only me.

He didn't even have to use his words.

He finally pulls away, his thumb caressing my cheek as he looks at me with a small smirk on his face. "Do you forgive me?"

I can see he's trying to keep his cool, but he doesn't realise that his eyes are literal windows into his soul, especially when he's with me, and I can see the apprehension and how worried he is that he hasn't done enough.

So I look at him and smile, a real genuine smile, and run my thumb across his lip before burying my fingers in his hair. I look at him straight in the eyes and hope that mine can show him just as much as his show me, and I speak words that have never been more truthful.

"Hell I've forgotten what we fell out over."

And that was that.

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Kaden kissed me a couple more times against the bathroom door, before I laughed and told him he really did need to get into some clothes.

The towel was revealing everything about him, and the devilish, handsome smile that was on his lips as he laughed at me told me that he knew too.

He told me that he wanted a black coffee to aid the removal of his headache, so I left the room quickly to make it, but not before pulling his hoodie over my head and swapping my mother's pyjama bottoms for a pair of jeans.

I think we both knew that the longer we stayed in that room, the more our resolves would crumble and the less likely it would be that we would ever leave.

It's like now that we've kissed, all my thoughts are taken up with him. I want his lips on mine, I want his hands on my bare skin. I want him to really know me. My feelings for him have been heightening by the tenfold, and I think it's because we've actually done something to solidify the mate bond.

I'd forgotten the minor detail that Kaden had trashed the house for a second, but I went downstairs into the kitchen to assess the damage of the room, just in case he'd left it alone like our bedroom.

I definitely didn't expect much and I definitely guessed correctly.

For starters even if the coffee machine hadn't been smashed onto the floor, coffee granules scattered across the times, then we wouldn't have been able to drink it anyway because he smashed all the mugs and glasses.

"He really went all out with trashing the place didn't he?" Shiva giggles inside my head, making a smile crack on my face.

"Kaden!" I shout upstairs as I slide my feet into a pair of trainers. "I think we're going to have to grab coffee elsewhere."

"Why?!" He called from our room, his voice bouncing off the high walls.

"Because you broke everything!" I call, a laugh muffled in with my words.

"Oh yeah I forgot about that."

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HEY-OOO

Firstly, and unfortunately, I going to start on a bit of a negative.

I love it when you guys comment, and I love how you share your theories and opinions, because I read them and take them into consideration. Hell, one particular topic has captured my interest and I'm tweaking the direction of the book so it actually happens. But recently I've seen some comments where people have been slating Lola, or slating what I've written.

I know that she's a very overdramatic character, I've written her that way for a reason. But I don't particularly like it when I read comments where people are calling her a dumb bitch or criticising her on her outbursts.

She's human in some ways and she takes things very personally, she's never had a boyfriend before and doesn't know how to react to things.

Also there have been some instances where there have been nit-picking little comments about the way I've written the book which I'm a bit upset by.

I am quite unsure of my writing and having people doing that is a little bit upsetting, like I'll take criticism on the chin but there are a few comments that are just mean.

Luckily basically all of you are awesome people, and there have been a few of you that have immediately jumped to my defence and put commenters in their place.

*breathes out* rant over!

On a lighter note I hope this chapter was well worth the wait!!

Please don't kill me because they got together!! *runs away and hides* I know from reading comments a lot of you wanted her to stay angry at him, but oh well 😁

I tried to make the kiss scene more natural this time and I'm 110% sure it's overdue so here you go!!!

KADEN STEPPED UP AND MADE A MOVE

I mean I know he's my character and all, but the guy has a personality of his own and he needs to make his own decisions sometimes.

Kaden: "not sure that's how it works Lauryn."

"Hush now."

Anyways, if you enjoyed the chapter please don't forget to hit the star, and comment on your favourite lines!!

Song choice is because it reminds me of the Stydia kiss in Teen Wolf and frankly I found it rather appropriate.

P.S. I read a comment a couple of days ago where our little buddy in the divider (🐺) has been christened Jocob (dunno if you meant to spell it like that but I'm rolling with it) so kudos to @liberty4561 for making me grin.

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Peace and love folks!!! Tune in same time next week for another chapter.

Lauryn xoxo