Chapter 63 – Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

Filed To Story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

“You play Little Bunny?”

“Grandfather insisted.” I told him. “I can play the piano, among other instruments. Once you learn piano, they’re all that much easier. It’s the building block of all music after all. Or so Grandfather used to say.” Oh Goddess., I was rambling. I had wanted to thank him, but now I didn’t know how to be around him. We had avoided each other for most of the last month, and now it was just plain weird. UGH!

“What all can you play?” He asked me. It seemed like he was making a conscious effort to be civil toward me.

“Piano, violin, cello, oboe, and flute are my best, I dabbled in others. Then I also taught myself guitar and drums.”

“Taught yourself?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question at my words.

“Grandfather had this notion that I had to know the classics, that it would somehow make me more appealing as a future mate, a better wife or something. I don’t know his reasonings really, he was always coming up with strange rules for me. So, I taught myself the guitar and drums as an act of rebellion.” I didn’t know why I was being so honest with him. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had yet to act like a jerk to me today.

“Ahaha!” He laughed, long and hard, at my words. He seemed to think it was hilarious.

“Is it that funny?” I asked nervously.

“Yeah, it is. It proves you’ve been this stubborn forever, and it’s not just me that brings it out.” He laughed again, this time at his words.

“Well, to be fair, I think it’s stubborn mules, I mean men, that brings it out of me.” I joked back. It was actually kind of fun right now. I just had a feeling it wasn’t going to last.

He stopped laughing and looked at me, a serious look coming over his face. See I knew it wasn’t going to last.

“Can we talk, Little Bunny?” His voice was strangely devoid of the anger I thought would be filling it. I nodded my head.

“That was kind of what I wanted. I thought I was going to see you at breakfast.” I could feel the nerves now, ricocheting around inside of me. I just need to thank him and go before he could get mad at me. Don’t let this turn into something horrible right now. I tried giving myself a mental pep-talk.

Joaquin went over to sit on the bench seat next to the window, I sat across from him on a piano stool. Joaquin looked out the window before looking at me. I could see that he was tired, rings of exhaustion were forming under his eyes.

“How is your head?” He asked me, his face as blank as he could get it. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

“I’m better, I didn’t need to sit in bed for two days.”

“It’s good you’re better but you don’t know that it wasn’t the resting that made you better. It was better to be safe than sorry.”

“Is there something specific that you need to talk about, Joaquin?” I felt like Joaquin was avoiding whatever topic it was he wanted to talk to me about.

“It’s not easy for me to talk to you like this, so give me a break, alright.” He looked at me self-consciously. “Look, I’m not going to apologize for what I’ve already done, it would be pointless. But moving forward I will attempt to not ostracize you so much.” He looked so uncomfortable that it almost made me laugh.

“So sincere.” I snickered. He glared at me.

“I’m trying here, alright. What are you doing about it?” He stood up and walked back toward the piano in anger.

“You’re right, I’m not trying anything yet. But can you blame me?” I couldn’t help the sarcastic tone of voice from creeping back in like usual.

“You’re right.” He growled back at me. “Why should we bother at all?”

“You’re the one that’s always treated me like this.” I yelled. “You’re the one who hates me, you’re the one that never wanted me around, the one that told me that I wasn’t good enough. So, excuse me if I am reluctant to accept what you’re trying to say now.”

“You’re right. I’ve said it all. You’re my mate in name only. I reject you. I don’t want you. I hate you.” His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were narrowed, it was clear that he didn’t want to be anywhere near me. Why was he trying to force himself to be nice to me when he hated the sight of me? It made no sense to me at all.

“I can’t do this right now.” He snapped before he turned and stormed out of the room. The door to the music room was left standing wide open. I had wanted to thank him for saving me, but never got the chance. I had wanted to mend bridges, and now I felt like I had just burned them even more. Why did he have to be such a jerk? Why did he have to hate me so much?

**

Joaquin

**

“Well, that didn’t go according to plan.” I growled as I slammed my bedroom door. “Why does she have to be so damn difficult?”

I wanted to apologize to her. I wanted to explain to her why I had said those rude things to her before. I wanted to tell her that I was wrong. Why couldn’t I do that?

Will I ever be able to fix this? Will she ever forgive me? Will we ever be proper mates now with the mistakes that I’ve made? Have I ruined our lives forever?

I have a feeling I am destined to be miserable and frustrated for the rest of my life now. She drives me insane. She drives my wolf wild. I just don’t know what to do anymore.

**

Riviana

**

Later, after my failed meeting with Joaquin, I was finally reading in the library, but I just couldn’t concentrate on any of the stories I tried to read. I was upset about my conversation with Joaquin that morning. And to top it off, Noah came to tell me that Joaquin hadn’t yet managed to get my exam situation figured out, so I was about to fail all my classes. Great.

I was aimlessly looking through the books trying to find something interesting to read and trying to identify some of the other books as quite a few didn’t have covers on them. I had just picked up what looked like a journal on a shelf by the far window when a picture fell out of it.

I didn’t recognize the people in the picture at all. It showed a man and a young boy, about ten years old, playing guitars together. They were smiling happily at each other. The boy had black hair and honey-colored eyes. The man had black hair and bright yellow eyes.

The more I looked at the picture, the more I felt like I knew who they were, but I would have to ask Lila if I was right. I went looking for her and found her on the third floor.

She had turned a sitting room into an art studio for herself. I have a feeling that Joaquin had gotten rid of every trace of his parents from the house because their memories were painful for him, but Lila was going to bring those memories back.

“Hi Lila.” I called out to her.

“Hi there, Riviana, sweetie. How are you?” She asked as soon as I came into the room, she acted like she hadn’t just seen me at breakfast.

“I found something that I wanted to ask you about.” I told her.

“Really? What’s that?” She seemed excited.

I showed Lila the picture, it had been folded and was badly creased across the middle, but it was clear that whoever had kept it in the book had done so with love. The book that had looked like a journal had been empty, so I wasn’t able to get any clues from it.

---