by T. S. Ryder
Trying to explain over the phone wasn't good enough. She needed to see Timothy and Xavier and explain to them in person. The Alphas were too special to give up. She knew that now.
And I might lose them because I let my past prejudices get the best of me. Why couldn't I just trust them?
She turned off the highway into the long road that would take her to the packlands. The landmarks already felt familiar to her, even if she had only been here once before, and she found the Alphas' house quickly.
Her heart dropped to her stomach when she saw Lucinda sitting on the front porch swing, long legs curled underneath her, a book on her lap. The werewolf's eyes narrowed when Amelia got out of her car, but the human wasn't going to let herself be intimidated this time. She hadn't told Xavier what Lucinda had told her, but she was going to get the truth from her Alphas, not this female.
"Amelia," Lucinda greeted her. "I didn't expect to see you again."
"I'm certain you didn't." Amelia fought to keep her voice calm.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes. I want to talk to Timothy and Xavier."
Lucinda cast a critical glance down her body. "We've already replaced you. You would have made a good nursemaid, and I'm sure my mates would have found a great deal of pleasure in you, but—"
"But I want to talk to them." Amelia strode up the steps. "Not you."
"Hey!"
Amelia opened the door and walked right in, calling for the two Alphas. There was no response. When she checked the garage, she found that it was full of vintage vehicles in various states of repair, but the Malibu she remembered the Alphas driving on their first date was missing. Where had they gone?
"I told you, we don't want you here," Lucinda started, but a low growl behind them interrupted her.
Amelia whirled, her heart jumping to her throat when she saw Timothy. She wanted to launch herself into his arms and kiss him hard, begging his forgiveness for the misunderstandings that they had suffered. His gaze flickered over her briefly, a shocked look coming over his face before his eyes narrowed on Lucinda.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"Me?" Lucinda gasped. "What about her?"
"She is none of your concern. Xavier and I have told you and your grandfather both that we would rather never have a mate than take you into our bed. Stop coming to our house unless it's for official business."
Amelia could have crowed in triumph. She was right; Lucinda had lied to her! But her triumph didn't last long. Even after Lucinda had slunk out, Timothy's gaze didn't soften.
"Amelia."
"Timothy—"
"Why are you here?"
Amelia swallowed hard. "I needed to see you."
"Why?"
"I need to explain what happened yesterday. It's not what you think—"
Timothy turned on his heel and walked away. Amelia stared after him in shock. She knew he was angry, but after what she told Xavier, she had hoped that he would be at least willing to listen to her. A familiar feeling of frustration welled up inside her and she marched after him, her hands clenched to fists at her side. This was not how this was going to end. He was not going to refuse to listen to her and she was not going to take it lying down like some meek little kitten afraid of some thunder.
"I am talking to you, Timothy Pond," she said. "You walked away from me once and I am not letting you do it again. You told me you wanted a woman who called you out, and here I am. Listen to me."
The Alpha stopped. His own hands clenched. Amelia took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure, and walked around him, facing him.
"I know what you think you saw, but you have it all wrong."
"Xavier told me what you told him. But I've heard it all before, Amelia. I don't believe you."
She forced herself to speak calmly. "Why not?"
"Because it's things like that… 'He kissed me against my will; I was trying to make him leave; he's just a friend; it was only one time…’ The same sort of things my mother would always tell my father when he came home to catch another man in the house or their bed. She always made me lie to protect her, no matter how many times that man had been over. I was afraid she'd leave…"
"It's not your fault."
"I know. If I could go back I would have told my father the truth. It would have been easier on us all if he had made her leave. Regardless, I am not going to be him. I'm not going to let you break my heart. This ends now."
"So, because one woman lied, all women lie?" He tried to move past her, but she blocked him, stretching her arms out to either side of the doorway. "If I followed that same logic, then the only reason you were interested in me in the first place was to get me into your bed or kitchen so that I could do everything for you! That's the type of men I've known!"
Timothy shook his head. "Just leave, Amelia."
"I am leaving," she snapped back, too angry to think clearly. "Because I deserve a better man than you. I deserve a man who will listen to me. Not somebody like you, who believes only what he wants to believe and will tear my heart out without stopping to think that maybe I'm in as much pain as he is!"
"I want to believe you!" Timothy shouted at her. "I want to believe you so much that it is killing me not to, but I would rather feel the pain now than when we have children – when they are in the middle being torn apart as well."
Amelia took a step back. She shook her head. It was happening again. Everything was falling apart.
Maybe she just wasn't meant to have lasting relationships. She couldn't take this anymore. Timothy was being a stubborn fool, and she was right – she deserved better than him. How will I ever find someone better than him? She stormed past him, her teeth clamping down on her cheek, determined not to cry.
At least not until she was safely away.
After half an hour on the highway, she pulled to the side and broke down. Her whole body rocked with the force of her sobs, but she was glad to cry it all out. Timothy was never going to forgive her. And while she knew this whole mess was her fault, she had come to a conclusion. She wasn't going to grovel and beg for him to take her back. She had gone to put her heart on the line, and this is how it had ended.
If they would fight over this stupid misunderstanding, what else would they fight over? He was right… it was best that their ugliness came out now while they weren't emotionally attached before she fell in love.
But that itself was a lie. Amelia broke into fresh sobs. She was already in love.
What am I going to do now?
***
Xavier waited on Amelia's front steps. He had driven out here so that they could work through this, and for him to explain both Timothy's past and his temperament. When he found that she wasn't there, he hoped she was at work. But she wasn't. As the hours ticked by, he sat on her step, two equal fears warring in his brain.
One: Timothy was right, and she was with another man.
Two: she went to the packlands to try to talk with them.
When she pulled up and he saw the tears streaming down her face, Xavier knew which one it had been. His shoulders slumped as he stood. She had seen Timothy, and he had lashed out, as he was prone to do. Amelia's expression was a mix of disbelief and anger when she saw him. He let out a slow breath. His years of being with Timothy helped him know how to handle his partner's outbursts, but Amelia would have no idea how to. No doubt she pressed, making it worse.
"Hi," she mumbled when she got out of her car. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk with you. You've seen Tim, haven't you?"
"How could you tell?"
Xavier sighed. "Whatever he said—"
"—Doesn't matter because I can't be with someone who thinks I'm a liar and a cheat and won't listen when he's angry." She walked past him and stomped up her steps, keys clinking together in her hand as she searched for the right one. "I deserve better than that."
"Yes. You do. Timothy isn't usually like this. He has issues, yeah, but he's learning how to
work through them. It's just because he feels vulnerable."
Amelia dropped her keys. She stared at them for a long moment before she just sat on the steps and shook her head. "I can't take it. I thought… I thought that maybe I would finally meet someone who respected me. I can't handle this."
Xavier silently picked up the keys and unlocked the door.
"I can do that myself."
"I know that."
Amelia bit her lip. He offered her a hand and gave her a small smile. "Let's go inside and talk. Please?"
Amelia's lip trembled, but she accepted his hand and nodded. "Okay."
Chapter Seven
Amelia was thrilled when she saw Xavier sitting on her steps. Too thrilled. The way her heart lifted like it was full of helium. The hope that maybe he didn't hate her was so powerful that she knew it would kill her when he repeated what Timothy had said. She wanted to just turn around. Go somewhere far, far away. Like Pluto.
Maybe Mercury. Amelia hated the cold.
Don't be silly. He wouldn't have driven all this way just to say that he hates you. But Amelia was already so raw that she didn't want to trust him. She didn't want him there at all. Even if he wasn't looking for a fight, she might just turn it into one anyway. Still, she let him lead her inside.
"I don't know if it's a good idea to talk right now," she sniffed, expecting that if she started to cry he'd run off like all her previous boyfriends had.
To her surprise, Xavier gently turned her to face him and wiped her tears away. "We don't have to talk. If you just want me to hold you, that's okay. I just hope Timothy didn't say anything unforgivable… He wants you, Amelia, and so do I. It's just hard for him to put his heart out there."
Amelia's lip wobbled and she bit down on it, not wanting to cry anymore. Xavier's explanation was so gentle and believable that of course, it made sense. It was just her luck that on top of the anger and heartbreak she was feeling, guilt would have to come, too.
But he said that they wanted her. And right now she wanted to believe it so bad that she had to think it was a lie. It hurt too much to think it was true.
"I don't want to be held," she mumbled. "I don't want to… I just want to be alone. But I don't want to be alone."
Xavier slowly put his arms around her, so slowly that Amelia thought he must be waiting for her to pull away. She leaned into him instead, grateful that he at least was trying to calm things down before they escalated further.
Goodness knows I'm no good at that. She said what she thought and acted on how she felt. Sometimes what she meant to say in the heat of the moment was a lie once she calmed down. It's exhausting being me.
With his arms still around her, Xavier led her to the couch, settling her down before he kissed the top of her head. "I'll make you some tea."
Amelia sniffed and nodded. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back. Her fight with Timothy played back and she felt terrible. Yes, he had no right to dismiss her like that, but she also didn't have to react the way she had. She certainly didn't have a right to push the issue, entering his home without permission and not letting him walk away.
Xavier brought her a mug that smelled of lemons, and Amelia cupped it between her hands, not drinking, but comforted by the warmth just the same. Xavier put a hand on her shoulder, moving it down to her elbow and back up in a soothing touch that relaxed her despite the trials of the day.
After half an hour, Xavier stirred again. He took the tea from her and pulled her into his lap. "Want to tell me what happened now?"
Her tears were dry, but Amelia still had a hard time getting the story out past the lump in her throat. It all seemed so stupid now. She started with what Lucinda told her, and how she had stupidly believed the female werewolf. He didn't interrupt, except to reassure her that what he and Timothy had told her from the start was the honest truth. Amelia found herself telling him far more than she intended, including all about Mr. Abs, their disastrous dating experience before she met the Alphas, and why she agreed to a date again.
Finally, she ended with the fight she and Timothy just had. By that time, she was crying again and wiped her face with her sleeve, embarrassed by how much liquid was leaking out of her.
Xavier kissed her lightly. "I know it seems bad now, but I can talk Timothy around. He's a great Alpha, and is very firm in what he feels is right, but when it comes to personal relationships… Well, you know how dysfunctional his home life was. And it's not just that his mother and father didn't get along. Tim idolized his dad growing up, but was never good enough for him. The old Alpha saw all his own flaws in Tim and punished him for it. Tim's determined not to be like him, but…"
Amelia snuggled deeper into his arms, enjoying the way they felt around her. "But if we always react to each other like we did here…? How would it ever work? I don't want to be the type of girl who marries someone she is always fighting with. It wouldn't be fair to any of us."
"Any of us?"
"Timothy, me, whatever kids might end up in that situation. Or you. Especially you. You'd always be caught in the middle, playing mediator. Having to pick a side."
"Or we could take our time getting to know each other, like the original plan, and I set up deliberate fights between the two of you so you can learn how to communicate during your disagreements."
Amelia jerked away at that suggestion. "Excuse me?"
Xavier grinned at her. "Well, it would force the two of you to learn how to talk through your problems. Either that or prove that you're just too different from each other. Either way, it's the only thing I can think of that will help to minimize future regrets, one way or another."
Deliberately making them fight still didn't sound like a good idea, so Amelia gave him a dirty look and wiggled off his lap. She drank her now room-temperature tea. "The real question is where we are now. After that blow-up… I need to apologize."
"And so does he. But he'll need a little time to cool off. It's one of the hardest things of being with him, learning when and how to let him walk away so he can bring himself under control before we can talk." Xavier shook his head. "But I will talk to him, and everything will work out in the end. You'll see."
Amelia nodded, hoping he was right. He pressed his lips to hers briefly and wiped the remnants of tears from her face.
"I need to get home now, but I'll call you."
Amelia nodded again. She hoped that it wouldn't take long for Xavier to talk Timothy around to seeing her again. If he even could.
***
Timothy paced round and round in the house, tugging his hair to its ends, alternately grabbing his phone to call Xavier and throwing it away. He knew what Lucinda had just told him couldn't be true. It was impossible. His partner – his best friend – wouldn’t betray him like that. Xavier would never attempt to cut him out of the leadership of the pack. It wasn't in his nature.
But there was that niggling doubt in Timothy's brain. Everybody knew that he had his issues, his temper being at the top of the list. How many times had his father told him that a hothead couldn't possibly be a good leader? How many times had Xavier told him that he needed to develop some techniques to stay calm or to see a therapist to help him work through his issues? How many times did he insist there was nothing wrong with him?
His temper wasn't the only thing, either. He made snap judgments. He didn't listen or forgive easily. Wasn't that what he was doing with Amelia right now? Why couldn't he just try to believe her? Why couldn't he say, Yes, this time, I believe you, but it will never happen again? What was wrong with him, that he had such a hard time giving second chances?
He heard Xavier pull into the garage and sucked in a deep breath, counting to ten, telling himself to remember to listen to his partner before he leaped to any conclusions.
But when Xavier walked into the room, Timothy could smell Amelia all over him. It was clear what had happened. Lucinda's words rushed back.
"They plan to mate each other and force you out."
At fir
st, Timothy was too shocked to react. But then Xavier smiled at him. Actually smiled. A growl burst from Timothy's chest.
"You slept with her."
"What?"
"You slept with Amelia!"
"Calm down—"
The fact that he didn't deny it made all of Timothy's frustrations erupt. It had been years since he last had a physical outburst, but he was so blinded by rage that the only person he could ever truly trust would do this to him that he didn't think. He leapt at Xavier, fists flying.
Chapter Eight
Amelia tried not to worry when Xavier didn't phone her. He did say that he was going to try to talk to Timothy first thing when he got home. She didn't even look at her phone until the two hours it took to drive from her place to the packlands were over. When an hour after that passed and she still hadn’t heard anything from the Alphas, she carried it around in her hand, Xavier’s number ready to be called, trying not to imagine fiery car crashes or that anything else that might have happened to him.
A frantic knocking came at the door. Amelia was so wrapped up in her silent phone that the noise startled her. She rushed to the door, throwing it open to find Lucinda, stark naked, panting on her step. Amelia's eyes widened, then narrowed.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's Xavier and Timothy. I made a mistake – a terrible mistake!" Tears ran down Lucinda's cheeks and she grabbed Amelia's wrist, dragging her from the house. "You have to come. I'm afraid they're going to kill each other!"
Amelia's heart stopped. Her eyes widened, and she let Lucinda pull her along – until they started towards the forest. Instantly her suspicions rose again. What if the werewolf just wanted to lure her into the woods to kill her? Amelia yanked her wrist away.
"Why should I believe you after the lies you've told?"
Lucinda's eyes widened. "Please! I didn't mean for this to happen, I just didn't want them to pick you. Ever since I was a little girl, my grandfather has told me that I should be the Alpha female, and I was angry that they would rather have a human than me. I didn't intend for this to happen. I think you're the only one who can stop it. Please believe me. Please!"