Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Humans and Monsters ❯ Mixed Feelings ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

The Pointless Disclaimer: This is my story and my take on the strange monsters our humanity has created. Reviews and messages are appreciated. If there are any typos or grammatical errors I am sorry. I re-read and edit all my chapters at least four times but it's hard to catch them.

Chapter 13

Elinore woke up feeling refreshed. However, upon looking in the mirror she looked like a dog that'd been towel dried after rolling in mud. The cause was going to sleep with wet hair and she began to wet it down with the sink in the bathroom.

The door opened and she nudged the bathroom door closed with her foot as she began to brush her teeth. “Who is it?” She got out around the toothbrush. A light laugh told her the answer.

Rinsing out she opened the door to see Devon sitting on the lounge chair in the corner of the room. His hands held a notebook and she was curious what it held. He'd been doing some investigator work trying to find out about the pack who'd taken her father in after Porter had returned from the battle.

“What'd you find out?” She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed as she ran a brush through her wet hair. Her eyes tried to read Devon for answers, but she wasn't finding anything. He pulled the notebook opened on his lap, his legs covered in denim. His navy polo shirt making him look like a college man. His hair looking wild but brushed. He could've been going to a college party.

“Porter's supposed to meet us in here, there are some things I'll want to verify with him,” he explained, pulling out reading glasses and pushing them up on his nose, “your father has been in Chicago with a traveling pack for the last two months.”

“I thought each pack had its own territory?” Elinore asked. Porter came into the room, a black suit fitting his body and she chuckled at the sight, “You had work or something?” She added.

Porter didn't look amused. He loosened his tie and undid the top three buttons of the white shirt. He sat on the bed next to her and held out his hand for the notebook. Devon looked at him cautiously before finally giving it to him.

They all waited several seconds for him to read it before he looked up at Elinore. “This pack specializes in travel. If you were to round up all of the wolves in this pack it'd be the biggest but they split off into many smaller groups and simply travel from place to place. They may spend a day in one town or a year in the next. I can get a scout to ask about him.”

Elinore sighed, “Being in a large city will make them stay longer won't it?” She asked. Porter nodded as he handed the notebook back to Devon and stood back up. His eyes met Elinore's, a smirk making its slow way across his face.

“Devon, could you give us a moment? I would like to speak to our trouble maker,” Porter may have asked politely, but his tone said it was an order. Devon nodded, shutting the door behind him when he left the room. Elinore swallowed hard, trying not to meet the now glowing, golden eyes.

“For the ball, I've picked out your dress. Also, I will rent out this room for a mating couple, and I have a cleaner making up the basement as we speak,” he returned. She almost sneered in disgust that he was kicking her out of the room so two werewolves could have sex in the bed she currently sat on. He kept talking as he noted her distaste at the idea,“At the ball, you will walk in like you've been here the entire time, except you must stay within eyesight of me, Landen, and Geneve. I have asked Aurora to act as a small security guard which should keep an eye on you at all times, even after the ball she will be with you in your room. If she finds anything, she will immediately report to me.”

Elinore smirked back, “And what if you're busy?” Porter laughed for a moment, “I'd much rather keep my promise as alpha then fool around with a bitch.”

His words were almost harsh, and she struggled with the question that came to her mind. 4a made it sound like it would be a one night stand, but to her understanding the ball was to create mating bonds, which were almost like serious relationships.

Porter saw her trying to make sense of his words. Turning his back on her he began to walk out of the room. “Guests will start to arrive and you will be smart to stay with Landen when you move around the house,” he added just as he shut the door.

Grumbling she made her way to the closet. Picking out a pair of black slacks and a green button up blouse she made her way out to the kitchen. Geneve was helping herself to a juicy steak and eggs, while Porter ate something that didn't seem as appetizing. Too afraid to ask, she welcomed herself on the couch.

“Where'd Devon go?” She asked, hurrying Landen enter the room. Landen raised an eyebrow at her. “Back to the office,” he muttered, “he doesn't like to spend too much time here, against his rule as guardian.”

Elinore only gave a nod to the new information. It did make sense in a way, Devon was simply going behind enemy lines.

She heard a very subtle grunt. For a moment she doubted her hearing. The next moment, however, Aurora was fluttering along her thigh, her wings drifting with the air as she walked. “Porter!” Aurora muttered, sitting on the waist band of Elinore's pants, “I've brought you're scout.”

Curiosity doubled in Elinore's mind. Looking for this new guest she was disappointed when nobody met her vision. When she turned back around, he stood right in front of her.

Instantly, she bit her cheek with surprise. He'd moved so quickly, yet he looked as calm as ever. He was tall, maybe the same height as Landen, his frame wasn't as muscular. His skin was paler, but his eyes were like silver rain clouds. His black hair was long, and spiked, like the rock stars she'd seen back in the eighties. His hands were deep in the pocket of a sleeveless vest, that did well to show off his well defined arms. The denim jeans were dyed black as can be and the black boots he wore made the look complete.

His calm posture changed when he met Landen's eyes. An anger, no, a hatred ignited, one so strong she, herself was scared. Landen sighed, “You haven't changed, you ass.”

Elinore gapped at his words. Looking back to the stranger, the only change in his look was the smirk that formed on his face. His eyes then met hers, and that smirk seemed to turn into the sexiest expression she'd seen. He walked up to her, and even though it was just a few steps away, he made those steps slow, teasing, and absolutely hot. Each step was well measured, and she found herself anticipating each one as if she wouldn't survive without him being near her.

“Porter was correct, you have found a rather attractive human to play with,” he exclaimed, squatting down in front of her. He took her hand in his, and laid a gentle kiss to the back of it. She bit her lip to keep from giggling. Across from her, she heard Landen growl.

“Back off or I'll rip off your cock and feed it to your ass,” Landen threatened. The man chuckled at his choice of foul words.

“Your language is as colorful as ever,” he noted, looking at Elinore. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply, “She doesn't smell like a human.” He leaned in closer, and Elinore had to sink deeper in the couch until he had settled between her breasts. With one long breath she felt the exhale cover her chest.

Landen gripped his shoulder, pushing him back into the wall. The loud thud causing the house to shake. “I warned you!” He shouted angrily. The mysterious man chuckled, wiping his lips.

He looked over Landen's shoulder at her, “You smell amazing.” Landen punched the wall next to him, the other hand gripping the collar of his vest.

Elinore could only mutter a shocked, “Thank you...”

Porter entered the room. He looked a bit rushed, breathing heavily, his pants still undone, “Could this have waited? I was getting some good head.”

Landen released him, sitting closer to Elinore than he had been before. Her eyes didn't leave the man as he bowed his head to Porter, “Sir, I took it upon myself to look into the matter and find information on the subject. However, the pack you told me to look into will be harder than I thought. They are already trying to clean up ties.”

Elinore raised her eyebrow, “What does he mean by that?” she whispered to Landen. He only shrugged his shoulders. The man continued, “I tried to stop by her apartment, there was an ambulance, the werewolf took out the door man and he will not be returning to this world until he's reincarnated. Also, her work office has been raided and the hospital in which her mother is at has reported a security breach, however, your scouts have it well under control.”

Elinore was still shocked over the first part. “T-They got Aaron,” she whispered, a lump of sadness overtaking her throat. She was taking long gasps for air as she covered her face in her hands. “He killed Aaron, tha-that's not true,” she tried to reassure herself.

Landen blinked down at her. It'd been so long since he'd last grieved for anyone, and to see such fresh tears made him realize just how human she was. Without stopping, the man continued.

“The pack you're looking for travels, they do not like that her father has stirred up such trouble on his own, so they have all agreed to help him out, seeing as this is kin and blood ties, there are six of them to be exact, two female, one of which is heavy with a litter,” he explained, “theres always two with the bitch. The other three go with him on his errands, they have tried to get into Landen's business but can not sniff it out because of the seal,” He stopped for air before adding, “they will know it's your pack after your last fight.”

Landen watched as Elinore stood up and hurried into a different room. His nose followed her scent trail into the nearest bathroom before the smell of vomit took all three of them. Quickly, they took the conversation outside.

“Stay on the pack, I want to know when they try to take her from us,” Porter ordered, before adding, “you may rest here for lunch.”

Landen didn't like the idea as he looked back into the house through the window. The door was slightly open, she'd left the bathroom. “Was the doorman her friend?”

Landen nodded to the question as he held his breath and returned into the house. Mint hit his senses, and he welcomed it over the smell of puke. Elinore was spitting the last of the mouthwash out into the sink when he came in. “You alright?” He asked quietly.

Elinore's hand tightened against the towel as she rubbed it against her mouth, “I want him dead, Landen, I want my father dead, and I want him to suffer.” The tone of her words tell him that she would see to it.

He grabbed her arm with a gentle grasp, pulling her against his chest. Her arms wrapped around him and gripped him closer to her body. Her head barely reached his collar bone. “I'll kill him,” Landen whispered against her hair, breathing in her scent.

His arms suddenly tensed as her full weight draped over him. “I-I'm sorry,” she whispered, trying to stand back up.

Landen couldn't help the chuckle. She'd just lost the feelings in her legs. “I've heard it happening to humans before.” Carefully he picked her up and set her on the bed, leaning against the post. “Aaron was the one who called us to investigate the mansion,” he returned, “he worried for you.”

Elinore nodded at him, hugging a pillow to her chest. “I can't believe he would kill him, it-he didn't deserve that, he didn't even do anything,” she whispered out.

Landen nodded before he stood up. Elinore grabbed at his arm. She didn't want to be alone, not with her father out there, killing people close to her. “Is Devon alright? What about the people at my work? My mom?!” She got the last one out around a worried gasp.

Landen sat down and pushed back a stray hair, tucking it behind her ear. “Porter has two men at your mother's, Devon can handle himself and he can call me if he needs. The wolves won't do anything to your work, its a business, it'd cause too much attention,” he explained thoroughly.

Elinore silently nodded. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and yet she felt like she was just as dead as Aaron was. “I-I had a chance to kill him,” she whispered.

Landen raised an eyebrow at her, wanting further explanation for such a statement. The way she was looking at her hands, playing with them in her lap, made him wonder what was going through her mind.

“The first night he came back,” she whispered, “he- he was a monster, he didn't even look like my dad. His hair was everywhere, and-and he attacked mom like she was food.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, and without his sensitive hearing it would be hard to understand. Quietly, he set a hand on her leg, telling her she could go on.

“He came for me, and afterwards, afterwards he just laid there, and I wanted to kill him, I wanted to...” she cried out, “but I couldn't, he was my dad!” Landen slammed his eyes closed as she hit his chest.

The door opened and Porter slipped his head inside. Landen easily caught his sympathetic expression. Porter gestured that he needed to talk to him before his head disappeared. Aurora slipped through the crack in the door just as he shut it. Fluttering over to the bed.

“We'll get him Elinore,” Landen forced out, pushing her away lightly before adding, “but I need you to rest up, and try to calm down. We need you to think straight in order to deal with him.”

Elinore sniffled, giving a nod. Aurora caressed her shoulder, but to Elinore it was little more then feeling a piece of hair on her arm. “Sorry,” she whispered as Landen left the room.

Porter was in his private study. That damned scout sitting in the chair with his legs up on the desk. His hands were crossed over his chest and he had that arrogant smirk on his face. “When was the last time I saw you Landen? Ten years ago? In... Germany?” He asked.

Landen growled at him warningly, “Back off Gabe!” Porter chuckled at the two, finding their hostile relationship morbidly amusing.

“Gabe, the pack, I need you to figure out if any of them have accepted an invitation to the ball. If one of them gets into here that night, they may try to sneak her out,” Porter explained.

Gabe held out his hand, holding it up to as if he were a student in a classroom. When Porter raised an eyebrow he began to speak. The words coming out shocked both Porter and Landen.

“Why don't you just mate her to a weak one in the pack? The father will be forced to forfeit his claim and move on,” he suggested, before adding, “of course, if he challenges the pack for her we will surely beat him.”

Landen's nails broke through the oak chair's arm rest. Standing up, without another word he walked out of the room. Gabe chuckled behind him. “In fact, why don't you just get your sexual frustration out?”

Forcing himself to ignore such comments, Landen slammed the door behind him. His footsteps led him into the ball room, where he would meet his mate.

However, thinking of such a thing only brought one image to his head, and one feeling. He could only imagine Elinore, yet, he could only feel frustration.