I woke up first. It was 7:00. The red clock blinked too brightly at me. I'm not an early bird, but there was no possible way I was going back to bed. i groaned, laying on my back. Nathen unconciously reluctanly let me go. I looked to my right at Achillies, who was still sleeping silently. It pulled a tightness in my chest, that had become recently too familiar. I looked away quickly. I waited about 5 minutes to fully decide there 'was no' going back to sleep. That already made my morning bad. I scooted off the bed quietly. Not waking them up, I padded bare foot into the kitchen. My silk pants making soft whoosh sounds on the tile. This time the tile was cold. And I didn't welcome it. I went into the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, glancing at a newspaper still laying half opened. I poked through it. Hands placed on either side of my hips. I looked behind me at Achillies. His hair tossled the way it is all the time. He didn't have a shirt on. And his pants were low, exposing his V-line. It was even more defined than Nathen's. I started to pull away. But he got right up against me. I closed my eyes. Wishing he were doing it the loving kind of way. Discovering last night, he wasn't, and probably never was going to. He laid his head on my shoulder. "Good morning wolfet." He said in his thick accent. I closed my eyes tighter. Causing little white lights to shoot up everywhere behind my lids. I tensed in his arms. An automatic gesture. Then he tensed. I felt his whole body stiffen against mine. He breathed in deeper. Then he turned me around. Slowly, smelling me. I didn't know what he was doing. He started down my body. Smelling every inch of me. Pausing, down 'there'. He smelled in deeply. Deeper than the rest. And I was fucking angry. Before I could even think about slapping him, he dug his face deeper. And I was at the top of fucking angry. I thrust out my fist in unhuman speed. But he caught it anyways. I was so angry is was rushing off my aura like an angry lion. I was breathing heavily. "What the FUCK is your problem!" He looked angry too. Our beasts ran through eachother, growling and drawing claws. Ready to poise and attack. Our fur and limbs were colliding, and the power was like lightening welting between us. "You smell like him. You're covered in him." I squinted my eyes. "THAT is because he was sleeping beside me. JUST LIKE YOU." I practically hollered. He grabbed me 'down there', picking me off my feet. Taking me out of the kitchen, out of the living room, and to the front door. I had my hands on his shoulders, because the only thing keeping me off the ground was his hand, connected to my crotch. My mouth was open, and my eyes were closed. And it wasn't a tingly kinda feeling. "You smell like him in your pants, also. Explain that." He dropped me on my feet outside, locking the door. I sat there for a moment. Listening through the door. I heard Nathen's voice. Then I heard Achillies hollering. Then I heard hitting. I was on my feet so fast, to a human it would have been nothing but a blurr. I went to the backdoor and opened it so fast, I tripped. I cursed at myself. Running through the door. I slammed open my locked door and found Nathen still lying on the bed. Looking up at the poised Achillies. Nathen was bleeding from his lips. God, is my life dramatic or what? Achillies slapped him again. "LIAR!" Nathen starting coughing blood. Spitting it out. I didn't know what to do. Finally when I found out my voice when I screamed at the top of my lungs. That got Nathen's attention, but not Achillies. Achillies dragged him out of bed. Throwing him against the wall. Smelling his lips, smelling his chest, and his groin. Nathen was looking away from me, towards the other side of the room. Achillies jerked down his pants so fast Nathen followed along with them. To the floor. Achillies picked him up by the hair, still smelling his crotch. I went over to Achillies, when I also, found my feet could move. I got between them. Twisting my entire body into the punch. I hit him square in the jaw. I'm pritty sure he could have moved if he wanted to, but he didn't. Without turning his head he said, "You don't smell like her crotch, like she does you. How is that." "NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS." I hollered at him. I turned to Nathen. Using my shirt to wipe all the blood now spattered on his chest. I couldn't reach his face, and my shirt wasn't loose enough to pull upward. I used my hand to wipe the blood off his jaw and lips. "I deserved that." I spun around, my hand covered in blood. "You deserve a lot fucking more than that! Buddy, you don't want me the way I want you. You don't fucking love me the way I do you. You don't fucking ADDORE me the way I do you ever-fucking-waking-hour. So WHAT THE FUCK is your problem!" He was silent for a while. I grabbed a handful of his shirt, whirling him out of the room, slamming Nathen inside my room. I marched into the living room. And let go. He was silent. "WHAT? You were full of talking last night and this morning! What's wrong now? Fucking CAT got your tongue?" He was still silent. "What did you mean when you said all that, back in your room?" He said it so quietly I barely heard him. "I do love you, what do you mean?" "NO, you don't. You told me so last night. I will always love you, more than you love me. Settled, I get it. It's cool. LET IT GO. You don't like me the way I do you. So whatever." I laid down on the couch running my hand over my head. "Great, I have a headache." I mumbled, I was really grouchy. He sat down beside me. Pulling my head into his lap. I didn't argue, I didn't freaking care anymore. "Were you crying last night." He asked softly. I moved my head to one side, so he couldn't see me. He forced my head to face him. I still had my eyes closed. I would win one way or another. "Were you crying last night." He asked even softly. I wouldn't answer. "As your pack leader. As your dominant Alpha pack leader, answer my question Hunter." I opened my eyes stubbornly. Moving my jaw from left to right. Debating whether he even deserved to know. "Yes, Alpha Omega pack leader, I was fucking crying last night." "Why?" He asked, in the same toned voice. "None of your goddamned business, that's why." In a swift motion, he had me on the ground, kneeling between his legs, my long hair twirled 3 or 4 times around his fist. He had my head in his hands staring up at me. I pulled away, and he ripped at my hair. I whimpered, following his hand so he wouldn't pull. "Why." Damnit, I was crying again. "Because, you said you didn't like me in that way. You were being territorial, not loving. You didn't want another animal, on your property, so to speak." I was ashamed at how my voice was cracked, and paused on and off from crying. He let go of my hair reluctantly. Pulling my face inches from his. He leaned over. Now, maybe an inch or less away from his. "I was being jealous. Not territorial, jealous. I didn't like another man, touching my woman. And I was angry, and wouldn't admit it. And I was happy, when you did. You just got it wrong." Then he kissed me. He had my hair still wrapped around his fist, so he pulled me up. Our kiss never seperated. I simply followed him until I was crouched in his lap. The tears were drenching my face, and I imagined I looked as horrible as I felt. I was glad I hadn't worn makeup, but not much. He pulled back, just a tad. Breathing heavily. I was too. The kiss wasn't long, or deep. It was just...special. "Wait." I paused, and my heart stopped beating in my chest. "Why did...'you' smell like him." He was truelly a pain in the ass. "He had his knee in the middle of my thighs. The top of it just happened to be pressed against...'me'." He frowned. "I still don't like that." I shrugged. "I didn't like you grabbing me forcfully down, 'there' either, throwing me out of my own house." It was his turn to shrug. "I had to take care of a problem. My senses told me to, and I followed." I glared at him. "It hurt." He smiled. "No it didn't." I smiled, just a little. "It hurt a little." "I think you can deal with it." Nathen came out of my bedroom, looking a little disheveled. He glared at Achillies. Achillies didn't even acknowledge him. I saw what Nathen saw. My hair wrapped around Achillies hand, which looked pretty forceful, and I was crying. "Let go of her." He said. Achillies smiled. "Or what?" He paused, "Kitty cat." I looked at Achillies like he was a mad man, and I knew he was. I looked over at him. "It's okay, we were just talking." Achillies got up, my hand spiralling in a confusing black mess when he finally let go. He stalked, slowly, over to Nathen. He didn't back down. Nathen was a submisive. So, standing up to Achillies was a 'huge' thing for him to do. He didn't even look down. Achillies put his hands on the either side of side of his shoulders. "Welcome to my pack." He squinted his eyes. Achillies put his forehead to Nathens. "Sorry about that. I over reacted." "Just a touch." I saw Achillies raise an eyebrow. Brownie points for Nathen. "Don't hurt her." Achillies shoulders shook with laughter. "Don't worry kitten, I won't be hurting my Hunter. Not unless she likes it." He glanced back at me, along with a confused Nathen. I smiled. "Don't worry Nathen." I got up off the couch. Walking silently up to the men. I got on my tip-toes, kissing Nathen's cheek. He looked down at me. "How's your mouth." "Fine." He glared at Achillies. I hugged him lightly. His whole body was tense. "Why don't you go wash up, in the bathroom, okay?" He looked at me, like asking for permission. "Go." I nudged im toward the door. He looked behind him. I smiled. And nodded my head. He reluctantly pushed in the door. Closing it silently. I looked back at Achillies, who took my hand, and smiled. "Are you mad?" I glared at him. And that seemed to be his answer. He picked me up off my feet, and kissed me softly.