The Wallflower and the Alphas

Avery P.O.V.

"Mine"

"All Mine."

I don't know what to do. I know I can't move because I am too scared when Matthew Monster is like this. I hope he doesn't because I've been on the end of the hook when he was angry and pissed off someone. I was that person before.

So, this is making me nervous. I want to help and calm him down. But, instead, I should talk to him, tell him it's okay, and to let me go.

But I don't.

"Mine.

"Mine.

"All, Mine.

I kept hearing Matthew say into my neck repeatedly.

Then sometimes, he would go back and forth of speaking the word Mine and around, sniffing and kissing my neck again.

I licked my lips and waited for what will happen next. I wanted to back away from him. I didn't want to be around him when he acted like this. So, I took my hand and placed it on his chest. I laid it there, waiting to shovel him off me.

But I didn't. I could not do it. So, I sighed, grabbed his waist, and hugged him.

"Yes, Matthew, I am yours," I said and went on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He looked down at me with a question in his eyes.

Then, like he couldn't believe I did that, I kissed the monster he was becoming. Because he knows he was like that before with me when he got so angry. He has a bad temper. I know I saw it. He sometimes takes it on me when someone calls him mad and angry.

"Why? I heard him say with shame in his voice.

"Why what?" I asked him—a confused look on my face.

"Why would you want me after what I did to you?"

Why could you be with a monster!" He told me with a broken voice.

He was staring at me, waiting for me to say something.

"I don't know, Matthew," I told him with an honest answer.

All I know is I want him close to me for now. I thought to myself.

"I just do; I forgive you," I told him. I thought it was a lie. But I knew I was lying to myself because of what I said. I forgive him. I was telling the truth. I do forgive him.

"You should hate me and hit me! Anything but forgive me and give me your kindness. Because we both know I don't deserve it." He said with a broken voice he could barely speak. I could hear a broken speech with his words.

So, I did something that shocked him. I grabbed his shirt. He stared at me with a scared expression on his face. That was when I gave him a cocky smirk, bent his head down, and slammed his lips on mine.

I started licking and biting his lip. I am trying to open his mouth so I can run my tongue inside his mouth and deepen the kiss.

Please, I was trying to show him I was telling the truth in my kiss.

So, I forgive him, and I want him to know by me kissing and holding onto his back. I don't know if he heard my mind, but he started to open his mouth. I felt his tongue slide gently, twisting around my tongue. I can feel the heat of his body; I am exciting him.

Because I am feeling the same way, my body is on fire, and I can feel how excited he makes me feel.

"Sweetheart, he said between kissing me.

You need to stop, or I can't control what I am about to do." I hear him between my lips.

I didn't want to stop; I wondered what he would do next. But then I was going to pull away and sit down on my bed, the one I was in; then I got out to stop the fight my mates started with Duke Conaway.

Oh, my, I forgot he is still in here. When I thought about that, I looked over and saw he was gone.

I didn't know why I felt sad and alone. I shouldn't feel alone because I got my four horsemen with me. I know they care about me. But why do I want him to come back? That is a mystery I am going to find out soon.

"Your right. We should stop." I told Matthew. Did I really want to stop? Hell no. Did I want to keep going with him?

Hell, yes, I did. But he was right; we needed to stop before we did something we regretted.

I know one thing I regret is stopping kissing Matthew; maybe he would finally get to make love to me. I shook my head, getting the naughty dirty things I wanted to do with him and others.

"Well, now you're okay. So, we were going to go ahead and leave you alone."

Or do you want us to stay? I heard Matthew say in a nervous voice. They didn't want to leave me. They and he wanted me to tell them not to leave. I knew they wanted me to say the words stay. I could feel it in his voice and see it in their eyes.

But you're right. You should leave." I told them. I saw it—the emptiness and sadness in their eyes. I knew I hurt them when I said leave.

I was going to take it back and speak.

I hoped you wouldn't listen to me; I didn't know what I was saying. I meant to say yes, stay with me forever in my bed and arms. But before I said what I wanted to say. It was too late.

I saw them all turn away from me and walk towards my door and, one by one, left without looking back at me going out my bedroom door.

"What have I done" I whispered out into the empty room, tears running down my cheeks.