Lenon took his hand from my knee and quickly stood up. I turned to see Deacon walking into the living room. A part of me missed him and wanted to go embrace him. But he looked visibly upset. 
                          
"Lenon, leave." his voice was low and husky. 
                          
"Yes Alpha." Lenon responded, grabbing his things and leaving without a second glance. 
                          
Deacons shoulders were tense, he never looked up from the ground. It was odd feeling excited to finally see him but also scared of what he had heard and why he was so angry. 
                          
He has been coming home after I'm asleep and leaving early before I wake. I haven't questioned him, just assuming it was some pack business. 
                          
I watched as he took off his suit jacket and laid it on the nearby chair. He let out a deep sigh before rolling up the sleeves to his sleek button-up, revealing his ink stained arms. 
                          
My breath hitched as he unbuckled his black leather belt and slid it off his waist. "Deacon." I whispered. He didn't respond. 
                          
Instead he slowly walked towards me, gripping his hands on the back of the couch behind me. His subtle cologne filled my nose. 
                          
He brought his hand to my shoulder, pulling my hair to the side to expose my neck. My eyes fluttered shut as he let his fingers softly graze the mark on my neck. He leaned down nuzzling his face into my hair. 
                          
"Why can't you just be obedient." the gravel in his voice told me it was his wolf asking this question. 
                          
"What did I do?" it came out as more of a whimper, causing him to growl in satisfaction. 
                          
"I can smell him on you." he whispered, letting his hand move over my chest, pulling me into the couch and closer to him. 
                          
I was trying my best to mind my arousal around his wolf, but it was something out of my control. 
                          
His hand felt it's way to my breast, his large fingers ran across my nipple causing my head to fall back against his shoulder. I shut my eyes tight, feeling the fire ignite inside me. 
                          
"I know what's best for you." his tone was deeper, more animalistic. 
                          
"I want Deacon back." my voice cracked under his lust filled presence.
                          
"Oh Ellis." he breathed. He brought his hand to my chin, tilting my head to meet his gaze. His bright yellow eyes filled my vision. 
                          
I pulled myself from his grasp and stood up, feeling confident, and at a safe distance with the couch as my barrier, I decided to speak.
                          
"I believe you want what's best for me, but you don't know what's best for me. And I'm not scared of you. You frighten Deacon with your dirty thoughts but I know you won't do anything." My outburst had me out of breath. The confidence in me had melted when I saw the smirk forming on Deacons face. 
                          
"Take off your clothes." he ordered. I shook my head vigorously. He took a deep breath and made his way around the couch. I stumbled back, trying to create distance. 
                          
"Ellis. Take off you clothes. I'm going to show you something." his voice was stern. I didn't know what to do. Deacon warned me about this. I watched and waited for his bright eyes to recede but they were as prominent as ever. He took a few steps closer. I felt the wall behind me as I tried to further myself from him.
                          
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'll listen, just please..." I begged. He pressed his lips into a fine line, taking another deep breath. He was getting frustrated with my defiance.
                          
"Take off your clothes." he spoke through his teeth. I took a few breaths to calm myself before realizing there was nothing I could do.
                          
I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, immediately feeling the cool air on my exposed breasts. I avoided his gaze while I stood there half naked.