My eyebrows rose on my forehead and my voice was maybe a little shrill. "Then why are you using me? Use your wolfy skills! What do real wolves do, anyway? Don't they fight to prove their worth? Do that!" I offered, my hands flailing as I tried to make my point.
I didn't exactly like the idea of Paul picking a fight with Jared to prove he was more worthy to be at Sam's side but he definitely didn't need to cause contention between Sam and me or Sam and the pack by using me or my body. Making Sam jealous was a terrible move on Paul's part because even though I was pretty sure he believed me when I said I had no feelings for his pack brother, that didn't mean Sam would believe Paul if he said he had no feelings for me. How could he deny that when he had pretended like he was going to kiss me? I hated that I felt so conflicted over this and I took a deep breath, calming myself before I carefully laid my hands on the counter behind me and looked into Paul's eyes. The golden flecks of his dark hazel eyes reflected back at me in the dim kitchen lighting. Shadows played across his face along the sharp line of his nose and his thick brows were furrowed as he really listened to what I had told him.
"We aren't real wolves." He countered weakly. I wasn't sure he even believed that statement.
"But you act like it when you're in that form, right? So why not move up the ranks that way? What is making Sam jealous going to do except piss him off and cut your rank lower? I just don't understand, Paul." My voice was more compassionate now as I willed him to help me figure out what he was thinking. There must have been something on my face because he pulled himself up onto the island counter across from me and hung his head.
"You two are always showing us your dom/sub play. When you're not having playtime, it's running on a loop in Sam's head." He pulled a long breath in through his nose before blowing it out from puffed cheeks and rubbed his large hands up and down his muscular thighs. Even sitting on a counter that is hip height for me, his booted feet skimmed the ground. "I hate to admit this…" He murmured quietly, still staring at his lap. He said something else too but it was too quiet for me to hear. Something about changes.