Alix's POV

The next few weeks, no take that back, actually the entire month, was stressful for us. We were stepping on eggshells around my mom. She was so hormonal that we were scared to say anything. She had told us if she was going crazy to tell her but that was dangerous now. She wasn't sane. She ate the weirdest foods and got upset at the tiniest things. I mean seriously! She wanted one to wear her favorite sweater but it wasn't washed yet. She was furious over nothing!

But my dad was even crazier. He was happy about this stuff. If I were him, I would've bonked her over the head by now.

"This means it's going to be a good one." Dad said about mom's horrible mood swings. I was going to get whiplash from it.

So I tried to spend most of my time outside the house. I hung out with Quil a lot and stayed at his place after school to finish homework. I hoped mom would understand. I loved her but I hated the weirdness going around. I might rethink on having kids.

Quil was quiet on one chilly December day when we were doing homework in his room, door wide open, of course. I was curious. He was never this quiet.

"What's on your mind?" I asked him casually, sticking my pencil behind my ear.

He blinked as if clearing the fog from his mind. Sheesh. He must have been thinking hard.

"Um, it's just the pack. They've--they want to know who you are. They're bugging me and Jake about it."

My eyes widened with surprise and a little anxiety.

Quil shook his head, easing my fears. "No, we didn't tell. I know you're not ready. But...Sam hates being lied to."

I frowned, confused. "Mr. Levy? What--"

"No, his daughter. Samantha Karie Uley. She's the new Alpha."

I smiled. "Oh. That's cool. So there's a girl whipping your butts into shape huh?"

Quil rolled his eyes and casually swung an arm around my waist. "No, she is not. She's just annoying."

I giggled. "Oh you poor babies."

"You know....your dad was Alpha when Sam was Alpha. It was weird."

"I heard about that."

"Maybe history repeats itself."

I laughed. "Jake? An alpha? I think I'd rather slit my wrists."

Quil got a weird expression on his face. He looked stricken. It looked like he wasn't breathing.

"No, I mean, I'd never do it! Of course not." I rushed to reassure him.

Quil looked away from me, his expression dark and unreadable. "Don't joke about things like that. It's not funny. I'm serious."

"I'm sorry." I said quietly. That was so stupid of me! Man.....

Quil turned back around and forced a smile back on his face. "You know, you could become Alpha. You're a wolf now and it's not impossible for you with your lineage and ancestry. It'd be cool and I'd definitely join your pack."

I shook my head, not even thinking about it. I was still mad that I'd scared Quil. "No. I'd rather just be a pack member. I wouldn't want all that responsibility. I am just bound to mess it all up after eons of generations of Blacks. I'd disappoint everyone."

Quil squeezed my shoulder comfortingly. It was nice. "You won't mess up. Alix, you are one of the best candidates for it."

I frowned at him. "Um, why are you talking like that? Like I'm going to have to choose or something. I'm not running for leader or whatever. I'm not even in the pack yet Quil. You're really getting ahead of yourself."

Quil smirked and bumped into me. I pushed him back and he almost fell off his chair and onto the floor.

Quil's POV

She was getting stronger than me.

Great.

It was like the prophecy was sticking its tongue out at me. Na, Na, I told you so!

Alix's POV

Quil shook his head quickly and grinned back at me, ripping himself out of his thoughts.

"Hey, you're getting stronger there." He commented coolly as if it hadn't affected him.

I nodded mutely. I was surprised. Did I actually just move Quil? That alone was a huge feat. But no, I had pushed him a good foot away.

"You let me push you." I accused him. It was the only way I could explain it. I wasn't that strong yet, werewolf or no.

Quil laughed at that. "No, I really didn't. I wasn't caught off guard or anything. You seriously are getting stronger."

My lips pressed together in a tight line.

"I bet you'll get bulky."

"Shut up."

......

"Well..."

I punched him hard as I could on the shoulder to shut him up and test out my....strength.

Quil shook out his arm while glaring at me. I stared back at him with what I hoped was an innocent expression on my face.

Quil's POV

I bit my tongue to stop from groaning out loud. Alix....that little...

Wait, what was that....was that....no, not puppy eyes!! I couldn't resist her, the little vixen. Once she gave me those eyes....oh boy, I was a goner.

"Alix, that's not fair. You can't do that. I'm suppose to be mad at you." I complained halfheartedly as Alix wiggled herself into my arms, the sore one not throbbing as much now.

She ignored me, of course, and buried her face into my chest. Then, get this, she hummed. God...she hummed.

The vibrations were...they were....turning me on?!

Get it together man. You are not some desperate pervert! I clenched my jaw now and stared straight ahead.

Then I stiffened.

Her hand just....did she just....

Her hand had lightly brushed against my pants in that general area. Twice.

I gulped and pulled back from Alix's warm body. It was really hard but I forced myself to yank away and step back a couple of steps.

Alix had a slight smile on her face and was looking at me with a look that gave me delicious shudders down my spine

"Alix, what are you doing?"

Alix bit her lip and looked down, shy now. "It was an accident?" She said this like a question.

"Twice?" I raised an eyebrow. I was itching for her to lift up her pretty face and look me in the eye.

Alix sighed and shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry if I made you..."

She lifted her eyes and looked straight at me.

"...uncomfortable." She said in a hard voice.

I flinched. OK, maybe I'd like to rethink that whole eye contact thing.

Then she turned away and left, leaving me gaping and ogling like a gutted fish.

She just left! My mind was telling me. I knew that, but I couldn't believe it. We spent hours together in my room, mostly doing homework and enjoying each others company. Now, I had made this all awkward and stupid and she wasn't going to deal with it. I knew that. But I didn't want her to go, not like this. Not at all.

Damn it, I messed up big time.

Alix's POV

I fled his room like a coward, an angry red threatening to creep onto my face. I didn't blush a lot like my mother did and my skin was darker, like Dad's. But when I blushed, it was either because I was angry as hell....

....or I was embarrassed as fuck.

And that was rare.

I cracked my knuckles as I rushed down the stairs, taking three at a time with my long(er) legs. I wanted to punch something. How could I be so dumb? I was smart, I didn't need a test score to tell me that.

Tears. There were tears on my face. I was fucking crying! Now, I was mad.

I barrelled through the living room where Elias was watching some cartoon show. He stopped giggling when he saw me in my sad state. I just ignored him. I couldn't even give a fake smile to fool him.

Elias' head swiveled around to look behind me.

I figured that would be Quil.

I felt a finger, now a hand, wrap around my wrist and stop me in my tracks. I tugged halfheartedly, a sob breaking free from my mouth. Wanted to go home.

"Please stop Alix. Just talk to me." Quil begged.

I couldn't look at him. I knew his eyes would lock onto mine and I'd be caught. I was just so embarrased and angry right now. What was I thinking? I wasn't. That was all.

"Let go." I muttered, my face pointed stubbornly towards the door.

"No. I told you I wouldn't. Sit. Down." Quil growled at me suddenly. He dragged me over to the couch and set me down by Elias.

I buried my face in my hands, elbows I rested on my knees.

"Get out Eli." Quil ordered his little brother.

I could feel Elias bouncing next to me on the sofa, his feet probably flailing above the floor. He was really short for his age, the complete opposite of Quil.

Peeking through my fingers, I saw Quil get really angry. He was shaking and his face was horribly handsome to look at, even though he was glaring like there was no tomorrow.

"Whoa, take a chill pill, Quil." Elias whined, crossing his arms.

I lifted my head a little, my eyes closed. I could feel the vibrations that Quil was making under my sneakers.

"Calm down. Elias, please leave. Your brother's being an idiot." I deadpanned.

Elias looked happily at me and smirked. "I know he is. Fine. I'll go."

He then turned to look up at his big brother. "But you better not hurt her! I'll beat you up!"

Quil snorted, but he sounded desperate. I didn't care.

Elias jumped up, aimed for my cheek and kissed my ear, and ran out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, "MOMMY I'M HUNGRY!!!!!"

I peeked up at Quil and quickly ducked my head down. His eyes were trained on me, his face expressionless. I didn't like it.

Quil sighed. I interrupted him quickly.

"Just let me go home. Quil, I'm tired." I said slowly, willing him to just shut up and do it.

Quil frowned at me. "Alix! Please. Tell me what's wrong. I'm sorry I was so..."

"NO! Shut up! I was being stupid and slutty. I'm sorry! OK?" I yelled, standing up.

He wanted to hug me close, kiss me even, I knew. But that would just make me feel even worse. I was such a...

"Alix." Quil said firmly.

I looked up warily at him.

"Do not start thinking like that. You're doing it now, I can tell. You are NOT a slut or whore or whatever you're thinking. I was just...surprised, is all." Quil told me, his eyes burning with sincerity and total....love.

Then he looked down. Was he blushing? No. He couldn't be.

"I didn't know you wanted to go farther than kissing right now. I mean, Alix...."

OK, I wanted that to end right now.

"No, no, no! Whoa, I'm fine where we are. Quil, I was...it...accident, man!" My words were jumbled and came out all wrong.

Quil chuckled quietly. I tried to step away from him but his look held me in place.

I bit my lip. He noticed.

He reached out, pulled my lip from my teeth.

"Please don't." Was all he said.

I closed my eyes.

"I want to kiss you." Quil whispered. I could feel his body heat getting closer to me. Was he warmer? Hot even? I wasn't so sure. My body heat was so out of control. I think it was 108 degrees now.

I opened my eyes. Quil was right there, so close. His eyes were coal black. Black as the dirtiest sin I could think of. So dark and full of love. For me. Crazy. Impossible. It made me shiver slightly.

His lips attacked mine with a fierceness that was familiar but not. It was a new type of passion. He hadn't shown this side of him before.

My hands automatically flew up to his neck and his big warm ones held my waist tight.

All these new sensations were too much. Too much.

Not enough.

The tears that had dried up long ago were flowing again now. But I ignored them. I wasn't sad or frustrated or any of that.

This was Quil. Finally. He had been holding back, afraid of crushing me all this time. He wasn't going to smash me, for lack of a better word. I took it all in stride. He was my...my air, my oxygen, no, more powerful than that.

He was my drug that I was hooked on forever.

Yea.

He was my heroin.

My eyes fluttered open as we stepped apart.

He was staring straight back at me, a small smile on his face.

"Was that too much?" He asked hesistantly.

I shook my head, licking my lips, which his eyes immediately locked on.

Nah. "No. That was almost just enough." I responded.

He raised an eyebrow. "Cryptic much?" Just a little.

I smiled at him. "Quil. I can never get too much of you."

His eyes darkened, if possible, with love and most likely a little lust too. That was the closest I got to sharing my emotions besides admitting my love to him that one time. I wasn't usually so emotional. It really had me going. It made me wonder if my hormones were acting up like mom's too. Mom had an excuse. She had a little mutant living in her stomach, festering...um growing, inside her. She had all the right to act as deranged as she wanted. No limits.

But no. This was really me.

I liked it. I loved it. And looking at Quil, I think he did too.

"Now kiss me again." I demanded, my hands curling around his shirt collar already.

"Ahem. I think not." A deeply amused male voice spoke from behind us.

I closed my eyes, not embarassed, just annoyed. It was hard to get shy in front of Quil's dad, Quil Sr. He was just so silly and funny that he automatically made you comfortable. But I guess he had to act like a parent sometimes.

Quil sighed and I blinked up at him. He winked back.

Oh, he was so coming to my house tonight.

I turned to face Mr. Ateara with a smile on my face.

"So, you've been to the gym, huh big guy?" I tilted my head with an angelic expression. Inside, I was roasting hot angry. It was just getting good!

Quil Sr. just laughed at me. "I'm sorry Alix. Personally, I just don't see how you can be so entranced with my son, imprint or no."

I rolled my eyes. "Saving me from disappointment, I suppose." I said, regarding his rude interuption even if he was the adult. Screw it.

"And a life of misery and turmoil." Quil Sr. added.

"Whatever dad." Quil leaned into me and hugged me close from behind. I place my hands lightly on top of his which were around my stomach.

Quil Sr. shook his head. "I swear, you all look like you're a married couple."

I scrunched up my face and Quil stuck out his tongue. Perfectly timed reactions....

Quil Sr.'s eyes bugged out before we could say anything. "Whoa whoa! You're not secretly married, are you? I swear, Claire will kill us all...."

I giggled and Quil snorted.

"No, we're not married pop." Quil answered.

"Yeah. Not....not for a....long while, Dad." I said between spurts of giggling.

Two tiny pairs of arms shot out from the sides of Quil Sr.'s stomach. I smiled.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Claire asked with a grin, her eyes sparkling.

"Marriage." Quil and I answered together, bursting with laughter.

Claire looked at us like we were crazy. Then she squeezed Quil's big ole tummy.

"Um, Quil....?" It was an open ended question. She had no clue what was going on here.

Quil Sr. shook his head. "It's really not worth it. I can't explain it."

They looked at each other and instantly said. "Teenagers."

Then they both got big goofy grins on their faces, probably reliving their teen years.

Ew.

I wanted out.

I tugged on Quil's arm, making big doe eyes up at him.

"Walk me home?" I asked in a small voice.

"Sure." Quil said eagerly, probably ready to get out of here.

Claire giggled and winked at me. I grinned. Both Quils just looked confused.

"Men." Claire and I said simultaneously.

The Quils, "Women."

"Teenagers!" Quil and I shouted, silly.

Claire and Quil Sr. started making gooey eyes at each other again. Quil Jr. and I made sick faces at each other.

"Parents! Ew."

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