Chapter 18

Stef's POV

"Dom! Stop I quit!" Dom has been chasing me around this huge house all day but he finally caught me hiding in the kitchen. I will say I put up a hell of a fight though.

"I found you so what's my prize?" He asks picking me up and sitting me on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Close you're eyes and I'll give you you're prize." He crosses his arms but still does as told.

There's enough space between Dom and I so I try my best scoot off of the island but the lack of clothing on my thighs makes it much harder to be quit.

Hearing my skin stick and screech against to marble top of the island Dom's blue eyes meet my brown ones, but before he can react I jump to my feet and dash out of kitchen and up the stairs.

"You can't run from me!" He yells from behind me, he's closer than I think.

All he has to do is reach out and grab me now. But I know the perfect way to prevent that.

As soon as I reach our bedroom door I wobble on my ankle and fall to the ground.

*scream*

"What happened? What's wrong?" He bends down to my side and inspects me.

"I twisted my ankle." I'm seriously trying my hardest not to laugh right now so I cover my face with my hands and pretend to be in pain.

"Shit, your not gonna be able to walk on that." He explains then picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bedroom.

He lays me down no the bed.

"I'll get the first aid kit." He walks across the room and opens the bathroom door.

This is the perfect time.

I stand on my perfectly fine ankles.

"Hey Dom?" I call for him.

"Yeah." He comes back into the room looking down at the first aid kit.

"Catch me if you can!" I yell before sprinting out of the room.

I laugh like a mad man as I run down the stairs and round the corner to hide in the living room.

I've never run this much in my entire life. It's somewhat fun.

"Stef..." He calls my name like in the horror movies.

I sit behind one of the lazy-boy couches and pray he doesn't find me.

"Stefanie Amber Moore..." He uses my full name.

I make no sound.

His footsteps enter the livingroom.

"Stef, babe I gonna find you."

I cover my mouth to silence the laugh that's threatening to slip.

When his footsteps start to fade I know it's safe to move.

I pull my knee up to my stomach but a sharp pain strikes my stomach.

I've felt this feeling since I was fourteen years old. It's that time of the month.

When I finally get myself up I exit the living room holding my stomach.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you. And now since I've found you I think it's time we play a different game."

"No I think playtime is over, I'm not feeling to good." I try and explain while walking toward the steps.

"I'm not gonna to fall for that trick again." He grabs my waist and pulls my lower half to his. I wince at the pain in my stomach.

I wiggle out of his grasp sit on the steps.

"It's not a trick anymore." I cross my arms and lay my head in my lap.

"Stef what's wrong?"

"I can't tell you." It's embarrassing to even talk about this to my mom.

"Stef baby you can tell me anything, now what's wrong? Does something hurt?" I really wish I was just joking right now.

I nod yes, answering his last question.

What hurts? Is it you're ankle?

"No."

"Tell me where it's hurts."

I can't say my vagina is bleeding.

I take his hand in mine and press it to my stomach.

"Your stomach hurts?"

"Yeah."

I slide his hand further down to the front of my shorts.

"Oh."

"It's...that time of the month." I wish my stomach didn't hurt so much or I would laugh at his facial expression.

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"Do you want some soup or something?" I can tell Dom is totally freaking out right now. Dealing with girl who's PMSing is completely out of his element.

"Yes please."

"Ok, I'll go do that." He and his bare chest leave the room.

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Dom's POV

*Phone call*

D: I need you're help max

M: With what?

D: I don't know how to make soup.

M: *laughs* Why are you, Alpha Dom wright, trying to make soup?

D: *whispers* Because Stef is PMSing and I need to make her some soup.

M: Oh.

D: Yeah so get your ass over here and help me!

M: Ok Ok

*End of call*

*Two hours later*

"No shithead you don't put egg in soup!" I yell at max.

Why did I call him, of all people. He's equally as oblivious as I am. I should have called my mom, she would have been done with this any hour ago.

"Hey Dom..." Stef's voice grabs my attention when she enters the kitchen.

I can't take my eyes off of her. She's wearing a purple hoodie and the shortest shorts I have every seen In my life. I'm probably exaggerating but my dick just got a little bit harder.

"Hey babe." My voice is high pitched.

"Hi...hi max, what the hell happened here." The smile on her face tells me she's not pissed at the huge mess we made.

"Well we tried to make soup, but neither of us know how too." Max confesses.

"I can tell." She stands on her tippy toes and grabs something out of my hair. A piece of lettuce. Great.

"I think you guys need some help." She says pushing past max and I.

Max is about to say something but his phone rings first.

"Alpha." He answers. It must be my dad.

"Wait what!"

Something's wrong I can feel it.

"We're on our way." He ends the call.

"We've gotta get to the pack house."

"What's wrong?" Stef asks.

"It's Zek, he's got Tommy."

Tommy Walsh one of the youngest pups in the pack. Brown hair, blue eyes. He's a cool kid and always works hard in training to get better and bigger. Poor kid is probably scared out of his mind.

"You go ahead we'll meet you there." I tell max.

Stef and I rush upstairs to put on actual clothes.

...

As we're about to leave the house my phone rings.

When I see it's an unknown number I don't think to answer but when I receive another call from the same unknown number I answer.

*Phone call*

D: Hello?

z: Hello Dom.

D: Michlael, where is tommy?

z: Oh tommy he's fine, he's right here actually. Would you like to speak to him?

D: Put him on the phone.

z: Here you are tommy, someone wants to speak to you.

T: Caden is that you?

D: No tommy this is Dom I need you to listen to me...

T: Don't worry alpha, I'm ok just tell Caden...

The line goes dead.

D: Tommy? Tommy! Shit!

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Authors note

Happy New Years!!!! It's 2014. Ahh that's so crazy to think about. But I'll never forget about 2013, it was great year for me, pop culture and a lot of other things. I mean I started alpha Dom in 2013, I got my first 1,000 reads in 2013 and I'll hopefully have my first 10,000 reads within the next couple of weeks. I'm so excited, and I just wanted to say I couldn't have got almost 10,000 reads without all of you. And I'm soo thankful for all of you.

P.s. I'd like to dedicate this book to all of you!(My readers)

P.s. Comment your New Years resolution below.

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