Strings of Fate

32- Fighting and flirting

Bellamy nods.

“Yep, the Alpha position is not technically handed through family ties, but it is quite common as dominance runs in families, although there is a big nature versus nurture debate about it all. Megan is much higher in the pack hierarchy than Tristan is. Marrying her would definitely raise his status, and should something happen to me, he would be a serious candidate for the new Alpha.” 1 frown.

“What about Megan? Couldn’t she be the Alpha. Or is there some annoying, guys only type rule happening here?” Bellamy laughs.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t being all sexist about this. Women can be Alpha. Technically whoever I end up with would be considered the Alpha female. There’s a reason I’m expected to hurry up and find a mate. Usually the job of Alpha is considered a job for a pair. That’s why if something were to happen to me and Megan took over, marrying her would make Tristan the Alpha. Really

two should be phrased as ‘one of the Alphas‘ as in plural since there are basically

two of them. A Shifter has the same authority that their mate has and they are allowed to speak on behalf of their mate.” How did we get back to discussing Bellamy’s relationship issues? I was trying to avoid this kind of discussion. I sigh internally. All I’m getting from this is that if I tell Bellamy about our red thread, I’ll get power and a whole bunch of responsibilities that I really don’t actually want. Yippee.

“So basically if Tristan marries Megan, you should probably watch your meals and avoid. wandering alone in dark creepy alleys because he’ll be after your ass.” I sum up. Bellamy

shrugs.

“That’s about it.” He agrees.

“Wow, sucks to be you right now.” I sit back in my chair, comfy now that I’ve finished eating.

day.” The smile he is giving me is all charm, his golden eyes are focused on me and he looks as handsome as I’ve ever seen him.

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you like something for

few. Maggie makes the best. cookies.” I smile at him, pushing my hair

cosy with Darrien today.” I roll

already have this discussion?” I remind him. He shakes

is your friend and that you trust. him because of what he will be to my sister one day. But you really shouldn’t let men you barely know into

I’m working hard not to raise my voice in the restaurant. Bellamy looks

invite anyone else into your home like that. Not even the guards I assign you. It’s… inappropriate.” I cross my arms

meal. It’s gone in a flash, Bellamy using his superior

hoping you would accept this.” She

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sisterhood, it’s clearly every girl for herself in this world. I glance over at Bellamy he looks pissed off, but then again he was already angry at me so it’s hard to say if this is actually a change or not. I step forward since I’m the one being insulted here. I hold out a hand

super rude to me. I basically just pointed out that she is a stranger to Bellamy and clarified that he and I are on a first name basis. I glance back at Bellamy and

place. You promised me dessert.” he asks. I have to fight not to blush. I know he’s just talking about cookies, but the way he said it, it’s hard not to think that he’s implying something else. Is this what he sounds like when he’s flirting? Maybe I don’t need to worry he’s overly interested in me because I’ve never heard him speak in that kind of tone before. Obviously he is doing so for the benefit of the hostess. I try not to be too awkward and ruin the point he is trying to make. I find I’m struggling to find words so I just nod. The hostess gapes as Bellamy steps close to me

myself away from where Bellamy’s

I’m annoyed at you. I just didn’t like her attitude.” I inform him. I ignore the arm that Bellamy offers me and storm over to where the car is parked. He hits the beeper and I open the door and climb into my seat before he gets a chance to try and

one who just had my protection thrown back in my face.” I practically growls. Oh right, I ignored his arm again. Well, he kind of deserved it. I roll my eyes at him and angle myself away from him

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jerk again.” I try and keep my voice calm. I don’t