The Beta and His Human Mate

Chapter 8 continued

Scott’s POV

            When Casey walked into the party my eyes went instantly to her. She looked sexy in that dress, and truth be told, my d**k did twitch a little as my eyes trailed her body. But I quickly frowned at her after I stopped thinking with my d**k and actually used my head because I don’t know why she is wearing that. Because it wasn’t her. I could see Ashtyn wearing something like that since it is bolder and more her style, but it isn’t right for my sweet little angel.

            I was also getting pissed when I saw guys staring at her. Like she is mine, do not touch her. Usually, guys are afraid to talk to her or even look in her direction in fear of getting caught by Aaron or me. But tonight, none of them seem to care. I notice guys flirting with her and wanting to dance with her, and she is just enjoying all of it. But there is nothing I can do about them clench my fist together and trying my f*****g hardest not to kill one of them. I swear if I see any guy with his tongue down her throat, he is losing his tongue. However, there was this one moment that a guy was flirting with her and she started stroking his arm and flirting back. But I noticed she looked in my direction and smirked before bringing her attention to the guy in front of her. Was she trying to make me jealous, is that it? Why would she, she didn’t feel anything during that kiss, right?

            I tried a few times to talk to her to see what is up with her, but she was always with some guy or with Ash, Emily, or Sarah. And there were a few times I would get close and she would just avoid and ignore me. And what made things worse every time I do get a chance to get close to her a bunch of girls come up to me to talk and by the time I get rid of them, she is gone.

            It has been a couple of hours since the party started, and I haven’t seen Casey in a while. She ran off earlier with Ashtyn and Emily to do goddess knows what.  I just hope she is staying out of trouble. I am in the kitchen drinking a beer with Aaron, Connor, Sarah, and a couple of other friends when I catch a whiff of her scent. I start looking around for my blonde beauty and I see her heading to the bathroom. Well, she is slightly stumbling to the bathroom. How much did she drink? Even though she doesn’t have her wolf her healing is still a little quicker, so it should still take her more drinks than the average human to get drunk. Clearly, she had more than a few.

            I excuse myself from my friends telling them I am heading to the bathroom so none of them see what I am doing. I stand right outside the door of the bathroom and wait for her. I hear running water then shuffling in the room meaning she just washed her hands and is coming out right now. She opens the door and jumps slightly when she sees me waiting for her. She tries to brush it off by saying, while slightly slurring her words, “Bathroom is open.”

            I shake my head at her and grab her hand and try to ignore the sparks I am feeling, as I start dragging her to a small guest room near the bathroom. She pleads as I walk her somewhere, “Where are we going?”

            At this moment I am too annoyed to deal with this and I just want to know what is going on with her. I walk her to the bed and tell her to sit before I walk over to close and lock the door.

            She looks at me confused and asks, “Scottie, what this about?”

            I gesture to her current state and outfit and say, “This, all of this. This isn’t you.”

            She rolls her eyes, “Maybe I want it to be me.”

            I walk closer to her and ask, “Why?”

            She shakes her head and refuses to look at it me, “I-it doesn’t matter.”

            I crouch down in front of her and grab her hands and reply, “It does matter because this isn’t you. So why do you want to be someone else.”

            She looks at me with tears filling her eyes, “Because no one wanted me when I was little miss innocent.”

            I cup her face with one of my hands and rub my thumb across her cheek. She starts to lean into my touch. Man do I want to kiss her so bad, but she isn’t in the right state of mind, so I am not doing that. I shake my head and sigh, “That isn’t true.”

            Before I could say anything else, she stands up and throw her arms out to the side, and says abruptly, “How can you say that? When you are one of the guys that don’t want me.”

            I look at her confused, “wait, what?”

            She crosses her arms, “Don’t act all confused. I saw the disappointed look in your eye after you kissed me. Why did you even kiss me last year, was it just one of the sick pranks you always pull. Because it was mean. Why would you go and play with my emotions like that? I understand you are supposed to be the big bad future alpha, but you don’t need to be an asshole.”

            Wait, did she feel something when I kissed her? So, the feelings weren’t one-sided? Did she start to feel the pull slightly?

            I stand up and walk over to her and grab her arms to uncross them and stand closely in front of her. I can see a bunch of emotions swirling around in her eyes, confusion, sadness, anger, and something else that I can’t detect. I sigh, “Casey, I wasn’t disappointed in the kiss, I was just scared.”

            She looks up at me and mumbles, “Scared of what?”

            I am not ready to have this conversation with her, especially while she is drunk. But what am I supposed to say to her? “Umm…”

            She pulls away from me, “I get it. You are scared about your reputation if people knew we kissed. That is why you wanted us to forget about that kiss. Am I seriously that repulsive that you and every other guy doesn’t want me? I bet my mate doesn’t want me.”

            I grab her again and pull her close and wipe away a few tears that started to fall and say quietly to her, “That isn’t true.”

            She mumbles, “How, how do you know?”

            Here goes nothing, “Because…I-I…” before I could say anything else she turns slightly green and runs from me to the closest garbage can, or what she thought was a garbage can, and threw up. Oh, well at least the clothes in the hamper were already dirty.

            I walk over and rub her back and hold her hair back. When she is done she grabs one of the shirts in the hamper that didn’t get puke on it and wipes her face.

            She sits down and starts crying, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

            I chuckle and move her so she is sitting on my lap and wrap my arms around her, “You are not the first person to puke in a hamper, and you will not be the last.”

            She smacks my chest, “This isn’t funny. It is so embarrassing.”

            I shake my head and grab her chin so she is looking at me, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. How about I take you back to the packhouse and we can watch a movie until you fall asleep, okay?”

            She nods and I help her up, and this motion brings her to throwing up again, when she is done we leave the room. I place my arm around her waist to help support her and walk over to the kitchen to get her some water and let our friends know we are leaving. She also pulls out a mint from her purse and begins to suck on it.

            Sarah sees us and asks, “What happened, are you okay?” Casey’s face is white at this point, her makeup is smeared including her lipstick, and her eyes are red and puffy.

            I answer for her since she is embarrassed and say, “Casey isn’t feeling well. I am going to take her back to the packhouse.”

            Sarah asks, “Do you want me to do it?”

            I shake my head, “No, it's okay. I will see you guys later.” I am just glad Aaron isn’t asking any questions about what is going on. But there has been plenty of times when I would take care of Casey like this since I use to see her as my own little sister. So, he probably thinks nothing of it.

            The two of us walk outside and I help her into my car and put the seat down slightly so she can lay down. The two of us drive in silence and all I can think about is the beautiful girl sitting next to me.

            We pull into the packhouse and I notice that Casey has fallen asleep. I walk over to her side and unbuckle her and scoop her up in my arms. She fits so perfectly in my arms. I walk in and ignore anyone who is in the kitchen and staring and just climb up the stairs to my room.

            I place her down on my bed and walk over to my closet to find a big t-shirt. I slide her shoes and socks off. She is a heavy sleeper, so I know this won’t wake her up. I then start unzipping her dress. I know she wouldn’t want to sleep in this. Don’t look, don’t look. I can feel my cheeks turning red as I am taking this dress off her. I put the shirt on her and place her under the covers on my bed.

            I walk over to the bathroom and grab the trash can to put on the side of the bed in case she wakes up needing to puke and I place a glass of water for her on the bedside table. I also grab a slightly damp washcloth and wipe her face to get some of this smeared makeup off before throwing it in my hamper.

            I look over at the clock on my bedside table and see that it is after 11 and decide to go to bed. I grab a couple of pillows off the bed that she isn’t using and a few blankets from my closet and set up a bed on the floor.

            Before climbing into my bed on the floor, I take a seat on the bed next to Casey and just look at her, admiring my mate. I move a few strands of hair that are falling around her face since her ponytail has loosened and few strands fell out of it. I lean down and say, “Goodnight, beautiful.” Before kissing her forehead.

            I start to pull away when I hear, “Scott?” in a faint voice.

            I look down and see Casey staring at me as she starts to shift to sit up. Crap, I think I got caught, I try to act like she didn’t catch me and just smile, “Yeah.”

            She bites her bottom lip and blushes and my eyes instantly go to her lips. She then says looking down, “Thank you.”        

            I just smile at her, “Of course.”

            What happened next took me by surprise. Casey places her hand on my cheek and kisses me. The kiss her back, and the kiss is gentle and sweet. I pull away from her and place my forehead against hers smiling, “Now go to bed, I will be on the floor if you need anything.”

            She looks almost in a daze as she bites her lip and nods. I give her one last kiss and move off the bed to lay on the floor before she asks me to sleep in the bed with her. I don’t want to push anything with her and confuse her more.

            I hear her sigh, not like she is sad, but more of releasing a breath that she was holding in before she shifts to get more comfortable.

            I place my head against the pillow and fall asleep quickly with a smile on my face.