Chapter 41
I sighed and grabbed my watercolors. As always, I got lost in the painting, even though I was kind of ruining it. Painting always gave me a sense of belonging. I could push all thoughts out of my mind and just focus on my work.
It took a little over an hour to alter the painting and when I finished, I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was going to be so angry.
While I let it dry, I went into the kitchen to see if dinner was ready yet. There were a couple of workers in the kitchen, but there was no sign of Mariah.
“Where’s Mariah?” I asked one of the chefs.
“She went to help out at the packhouse,” she explained. “Are you hungry? I just finished with the roast beef p>
My mouth watered as she took the roast beef out of the oven. It smelled incredible; with it was potatoes and roasted carrots.
“Starving,” I admitted.
She piled good onto a plate and slid it across the counter for me. As I ate, I couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. Elliot isn’t here to eat with me and usually, he’s home around now. “Have you heard from the Alpha?” I asked the worker.
She shook her head.
“I have not. He’s probably still working at the packhouse. I’ve heard there have been some rogue attacks that he’s investigating p>
I nodded, understanding.
The flavors of the food hit my tongue fiercely and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth. The look on the worker’s face told me that she heard me loud and clear. “I’m glad you like it,” she chuckled.
I wiped my mouth with the napkin before responding.
“It’s incredible,” I told her.
I continued to eat; the kitchen fell silent, and I was once thrust into my own thoughts. I had a longing for Elliot like no other and I couldn’t explain these feelings I was having.
Shaking my head, I ate the last of the food before handing my empty plate to one of the workers. After thanking them, I returned to the studio to check on my painting. It was almost completely dry. Pleased with myself, I took the portrait back upstairs and hung it on the wall. I was so lost in thought, that I didn’t even hear the bedroom door opening. I froze when Elliot’s presence invaded the room. A warmth spread throughout my body and my heart started to beat even faster.
My breath hitched when he stepped up behind me. I couldn’t even look at him.
“What are you do “
His voice trailed off when he caught sight of the portrait I was standing in front of. Immediately, the energy in the room shifted I heard a growl emerging deep in his throat.
“What is this?” He asked, his voice low and threatening.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and kept my eyes averted from his. I was too nervous to look at him. I wasn’t sure what to expect so I kept my head downward and my back to him.
“I asked you a question. What is this?” He asked again, anger pouring off him in waves.
I lifted my head and looked at the picture, folding my arms across my chest I said, “I thought I would adjust it so it was more accurate p>
Anger from him burst forth and he growled loudly, making the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stand tall.
“You think that’s accurate?!” He growled.
When I didn’t respond, he grabbed my arm and whipped me around to face him. His eyes were blazing, and I could see the yellow tint of his wolf’s eyes peering through. His wolf was in control, and he wasn’t happy with my little stunt.
Before I could react or say anything in response, Elliot pushed me against the wall, his body pressing into mine. I could feel every curve of his body as he pinned me between him and the wall.
My body shook as I peeked up at him through my lashes; I knew I was blushing from the heat that rose in my cheeks and my breathing was now heavy and I fought to catch my breath. I hated the effect he had on me and my body.
Then his deep and growly words made my knees weak.
“Maybe I should remind you how inaccurate you were p>