Chapter 4

• Friday 11th September, 2020
• I was not about to let Noah boss me around. I was going to the Cabin. Jillian would be there and it was her mate’s cabin so I felt safe enough.
• After classes, I showered and dressed in a mini black dress with puff sleeves over black stockings and high heeled Mary Janes. I actually took the time to do my makeup. Cat eyes and red lipstick. I felt a little strange with it on.
• “Wow!” Exclaimed Jillian.
• I smiled at her. We went down to the foyer where Chet was waiting. I was sad that Toby wasn’t coming. It would just be me, Jillian, the Quads and Devilique.
• “Excited for your birthday tomorrow?” Asked Chet while he lifted my suitcase into the trunk of his car.
• No.
• “Yes,” I lied.
• “You might find your mate soon,” commented Chet.
• Hopefully not.
• “Hopefully,” I said.
• I really didn’t need some guy rejecting me right now when I was already dreading this school year. Things at home had become abysmal financially. Granny told me not to come home for Halloween or Christmas because she couldn’t afford to feed me and she was too proud to ask the pack for help even though the pack leaders gave money to less fortunate members all the time. That’s what the pack was for. It was supposed to be like a family. I had nothing really to offer my mate besides love and my company. I sighed. I got in the backseat and off we went.
• Chet drove his car really fast to impress Jillian who squealed in delight, enjoying the wind in her hair. I spotted two other sports cars. One was being driven by Jonah and Angelique was in the passenger seat. I felt nauseated again. It was a Maserati according to Jillian. The other car was a luxury vehicle I did not recognize but it was gorgeous. It was matte black. Noah was driving it and Elijah and Isaiah were in the backseat playing on their phones. Noah was racing Chet and grinning but then he spotted me in the backseat of Chet’s car and his whole demeanour changed. He frowned.
• When we got to the Cabin. I was scared to face Noah. The “Cabin” was a huge vacation home in the woods with a dock and a private lake. It had three stories not including the attic and the basement. It was decorated in warm colours: creams, mustard yellows, antique golds, chocolate browns and muted reds. The colour palette was reminiscent of Fall. The kitchen was bigger than my entire house. There was a huge living room, a television room with a huge flatscreen television and comfy sofas, a games room with a pool table and another big television with game consoles, an indoor pool and jacuzzi, an outdoor pool and jacuzzi with a patio and brick oven, seven bedrooms and eight bathrooms.
• There was a housekeeper named Lana, a middle aged woman with a heart shaped face and a no-nonsense tone that did not suit her face. She gazed disdainfully at Jillian and me. Certain staff members of the elite families hated to wait on poor friends of the aristocracy. A maid in the Alpha’s house ranked higher than most low-ranking members of the pack. Staff like that also seemed to dislike rich guys accepting girls with no family money as their mates. Lana was definitely the type.
• “Careful! That crystal vase is extremely expensive!” said Lana patronisingly.
• “It says it’s for her,” I said indignantly.
• The vase contained three dozen long-stem pink roses and the huge heart shaped tag read “For Jillian, my mate, my love, my life.”
• Lana scowled at the note and said, “I wasn’t talking to you dear heart. Know your place.”
• Whoa. Before I could angrily protest, Noah came into the kitchen. Lana beamed at him. “Oh, Alpha…”
• “Just a moment, Lana,” said Noah quickly and to Lana’s outrage, he grabbed my hand and marched me into the pantry shutting the door behind us.
• “I told you not to come!” snapped Noah.
• His eyes were black. This was ridiculous.
• “Jillian is my best friend and Chet is her mate,” I said simply. “You’re a stranger who won’t even admit that we spoke once! Why should I listen to you?”
• Noah frowned as if truly upset by my words. He quickly recovered.
• “I’m your alpha!” He said.
• Oh yeah. There was that. He wasn’t officially Alpha yet though.
• I sighed, tired of being scolded by everyone.
• “Ok, Alpha, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again..”
• Noah’s expression softened. He grabbed my hand, his thumb was stroking my wrist. He sighed.
• “You don’t have to call me alpha,” he murmured.
• “But I have to obey you so I may as well start now,” I said fatigued.
• Noah got annoyed. “Fine! Suit yourself!” He snapped looking me up and down.
• He licked his lips. He stormed out of the pantry. I sauntered out, sighing to myself already not looking forward to my birthday tomorrow. I knew I would not get any presents. Granny was flat out broke. Jillian might get me something even though I told her not to waste her time or money on me.
• I could hear screams and giggles outside. Jonah, Noah and Angelique were playing in the lake. The boys were in their swim trunks, their perfect abs were on display and glimmering in the sun. Angie was in a sparkly gold bikini. She was so skinny like a size zero. I had to admit I was envious. I felt self conscious about my body. I wore a size six and was curvy. Jillian who was skinny too, maybe a size two, always lamented the fact that I had boobs and hips that she wanted. I would trade honestly. I had always been teased and people sometimes insinuated that I was fat though I had a normal weight for my height.
• I changed into my bathing suit, a black bikini with puff sleeves and high waisted bottoms. I put a kimono on over it and sat at the window seat on the landing of the stairs. I could see the dock and the lake from here. Angie was on Jonah’s shoulders and Jillian was kissing Chet while they cuddled in a beach blanket on the shore. The water and lakeside were gorgeous and pristine like something from a post card. Noah splashed Jonah and Angie with water and then he splashed Jillian who retaliated. I couldn’t go out there like this. I sighed.
• “Why so glum?” Said a voice. I looked up. Isaiah. Ugh. The meanest of the Quads. I ignored him.
• “Hey! I’m talking to you!” He said.
• I was compelled to look at him. “Didn’t you tell me to f**k off the other day?”