Hey guys. Sorry that I had all of you in a tizz but I am okay. I'm in the middle of my last semester of university and I have a psychometric test for the police academy tomorrow morning. Yay me. Haha I hope all of you enjoy this update.

Chapter Twenty One

Three months pass by with myself and Jason hanging out as much as possible. Occasionally we do slate each other's need for touch and warmth and we've fallen into a routine. It's comfortable and I find myself actually enjoying it. Sometimes I think about Owen, what if things were different? What if I didn't react as I did, would we still be friends at least? I shake my head and banish the thought. What is done is done and I can't turn back the clock.

Jason and I are sitting in a coffee place near my new apartment. He really is a sweetheart, helping me move in and unpack. I buy him food as repayment which he is too happy to accept. We've just place our order with the perky waitress when the door chimes open and a familiar scent comes through it. I freeze and Jason notices this

"What's wrong?"

I shake my head

"Nothing, nothing. Just a sudden headache"

It is partially the truth since Owen tends to have that effect on me. I have to admit that Owen is one of the cheekiest guys one could meet. He sits at the table behind Jason, giving me a full view of him and orders a coffee and asks for the newspaper. Our orders arrive and Jason digs in heartily while my own appetite seems to have dwindled a bit. Nevertheless I begin to eat my own waffles that are drenched in syrup

"You fuck him yet?"

I choke on my mouthful of waffle and pick up my coffee and try to get the food into the correct passage. Jason looks at me worriedly and almost gets off the chair. I stop with a wave of my hand

"I'm fine. Just went down the wrong way"

Jason goes back to eating but keeps an eye on me and tells me to have smaller bites and to chew more thoroughly. I nod and then glare at Owen who is smirking to himself while completing the mega sized crossword puzzle. I watch him subtly when his coffee arrives and he thanks the girl with a smile. He looks directly at me then and I grip my fork a bit too tightly

"Careful there. We wouldn't want Jason to find out the secret"

I release the grip and notice that the fork wasn't badly bent and keep eating. Of course Owen has to keep the running commentary going

"I think I would be better in bed than him"

I take a deep breath

"Make you come at least twice before taking you"

It's a good thing dirty talk doesn't really do it for me.

Owen picks up the newspaper but keeps whispering things because he knows that I can hear him

"You'd only be wearing my shirt. I'll have you over my bike. Tease you until you beg for me. Know what you're gonna call me when you beg?"

I raise an eyebrow and he peeps at me over the newspaper, his eyes are gems and they sparkle with mischief

"Alpha, you'll call me Alpha"

I clear my throat and out down my fork, take out a few bills which more than enough to cover the meal and for a generous tip. Confused, Jason follows after me and leaves me at my apartment. I feign a headache and a need for a nap and go inside, making sure not to open any curtains.

The door is securely locked behind me but I can't help but feel some chills at the thought of Owen maybe stalking me. That is the only word I can use to label the situation, either that or I'm acting up again. The three months that have passed me by have been good. My thoughts about Owen have dwindled down by at least half and I'm moving on. The only question that remains is why he is acting like this towards me. As if I'm his. I shiver at the thought and some part of me, some sick and twisted part of me enjoys the thought of him coming to look for me

He would be a good mate. He would keep an eye on you and the young ones.

I shake my head. I shouldn't be having thoughts like this and it needs to stop RIGHT NOW. I go up to my bedroom and change out of my jeans into some comfortable track pants and look out the window. I gasp in shock and let go if the curtain, not wanting to believe my eyes at what I have just seen.

He's found us, mate is a good hunter

More of a good stalker. There are laws against these kinds of things you know.

The other part of me huffs

He's a worthy mate. A good tracker, we didn't even know he was there. Didn't even scent him.

Owen stands in the middle of the road, his eyes focused on my apartment. I move the curtain with a finger and peep out again. He watches the place a moment longer before walking away, joining in the crowd and disappearing. I let out a breath of relief and sink into the mattress, adrenaline spiking through me and dissipating leaving me boneless and tired. I hold my pillow close and wonder what exactly is going through his head right now.

I end up being restless for the rest of the day and needing to do something that requires me to get rid of the excess energy. Which leads me to the reason as to why I am jogging through the park. Families are all around me and I see a father and daughter. She is on the swing and he pushes her higher and higher. She laughs gleefully calling for her father to push higher and he complies. I sit on a bench and watch them.

For the past month I have been feeling rather broody. I look down at my abdomen and wonder what I would look like if I ever get pregnant. I place a hand over the place where my body would distend and accommodate for another living being. I feel empty for some reason and I get off the bench.

I see Owen standing not too far away, watching me. He looks over at the father and daughter and they are joined by who I assume to be the child's mother. She kisses the man on the cheek and holds ice cream cones in her hands which they all take. I watch as they walk away and I feel a longing for family. I look at Owen again and he is watching them as well. I begin to walk away when I hear his voice

"I want that too"

I look over at him

"I want that with you"

I walk away