Parker's POV
"Why do you stand there staring at him? Is this the first time you're seeing him coming here?" My dad growled and I shivered. My body shrieked in reflex out of my thoughts. I wanted to block him from suspecting anything. I remembered last time, what happened to Mario.
"No!" I snapped, trying to come alive. Sergio didn't help matters, he rose up slowly walking to me with a smiley face. My wolf was alarmed, beating with desire. My heart beeped and my body went stiff. My lips twitched in nervousness.
Why is he coming so close? Oh well, he doesn't know my history like I do.
A quick idea came to mind. I bowed so low before him. "Welcome Padre Sergio. I wasn't expecting you today but be rest assured you will have the most cordial welcome." I breathed in, thinking of what next to say so I could leave the prying presence of my dad and the desiring aura of Sergio's wolf.
"But—" I stammered. "I'm just returning and would love to have a bath first of all."
My dad hummed. Sergio looked disappointed. Even though I never wanted him to be back here again, I felt the urge to dress well and look nicer. Bowing again, I walked out of the living room, upstairs, heading towards my room. I didn't look back but I felt his scorching eyes following me.
After I'd sensed myself walking off his sight, I breathed a sigh of relief, shaking my head.
I reached my room, which was a little bit messy. For the time being, I was pulled away from going to the bathroom to arrange everything. My undies which I'd left on the bed while rushing for classes, I packed them all into the dressing room. Within fifteen minutes, everything was set.
The moment I finished, I paused, puzzled for a minute.
Why am I doing this? Not like he's coming to visit my room?
A shake of head crowned my reaction. The effect of last time. It was still haunting me.
They were still waiting for me downstairs, so I rushed over to take a shower, using five minutes. I couldn't sell off my secret that I was arranging my room. It will look so obvious.
Upon getting myself dry, I rushed to the dressing room, sliding in a creamy brown pair of pants with a light long sleeve black top. Both had been pressed before now. Standing before the mirror, I combed my hair to my favorite style, a center patting. Last thing, I slid into a pair of black palms.
At least now, I look more mature. Like a mature top. I was too cute, I needed an air of dominance.
Strolling slowly, I walked downstairs. Barely reaching the foot of the stairs, his scent hit my nose. Alphas from other regions were less dominant and less stronger than my region, he was a low class Alpha, added with being a priest, he had no time to train his wolf.
I controlled my wolf, so as not to sell myself off. I kept a formal, cordial expression.
"You're still—"
"You're here?"
We both uttered at the same time, froze a bit before releasing the tension.
My dad rose up, arranging his clothes, seeming like he was going to leave us. My brows arched but I quickly did away with the look.
"Padre Sergio here will be with us, living here at the pack house through the length of his missionary work here in the pack. You well know he also has a job as a professor in your university."
"Yes." I muttered. It was the only word I could say as my throat went dry and my lips tight with hearing he's going to stay here with us. I couldn't refuse either and I didn't want to.
There was a few seconds of silence before my dad's gaze redirected on me. I stood upright.
"He will crash in your room for the meantime, at least three days while renovation on the next apartment beside yours will begin. After that, he will move over to his room."
My entire body crumbled hearing this. I barely breathed. I said nothing but was staring at him.
"What? Aren't you comfortable with the idea?"
I ran a quick thought towards his suspicion that I'm gay and what went on between my deceased Mario whom I often shared a room with, how things ended up on a bitter note. After then, I'd become stricter with my lifestyle or is it because this is a priest. He thinks nothing will go on between us? Or worse still. Is it some kind of trap?
I felt a sudden brush over my shoulders. Sergio. He smiled at me.
"I know you might feel somewhat distant towards me because I'm a priest but I assure you. You can see me as a brother and a friend. Don't put much prestige to the title. I was sent to accommodate everyone. I'm humble and friendly."
In my mind, I was smirking. Sure, he knows it's because of his rejection last time we met.
My dad stared at us for a few seconds with an amused reaction before walking out on us, saying nothing. This even got me thinking more on what he's up to, if this was a plan by him but either way, I buried the thoughts, grabbing Sergio's luggage, in a jack, I carried it off my shoulders as we headed to my room with I taking the lead. I'd already promised him a nice welcome, I had to keep to my words.
Towards the curve, I turned to check if Sergio was still following. Of course, he was but I just felt the pressure to turn and when I did, I met his face with a grin. I blinked, turning back pretending I didn't notice anything.
We got to our room and I set his luggage to the side, then it dawned on me. We were going to share the same bed. No! I'll sleep on the floor. I wasn't going to let anything like last time occur. He left because he thought he wasn't supposed to do something like that with me, making me feel rejected. The pain still hurts.
"Why are you keeping with the frown? Anything wrong?" I heard him ask. I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath, before shaking my head. He turned over to my side, feeling him walk closer, I turned abruptly.
"Nothing." I shut him off but if he had conscience, he should remember it was his rejection from last time. I hated the way he meant it seemed as sex with me was something to regret, creating a deeper wound from the one I had on top of Mario.
He pulled out his hand to touch me but I stepped back. "Padre, I guess it's better if we maintain a formal attitude. You're my professor, remember."
I glared down next, searching for what to say next.
"Even if I should be friendly, I can't because of who you are. I can't see you as my brother being my professor." I lied, partially. My wolf wanted him, I couldn't deny the fact, one reason I couldn't see him as my brother.
"Why? What's wrong? What if your elder brother happened to be more advanced than you in academics and ended up becoming your professor?"
He totally silenced me. This was a logical question. Lifting my eyes to see him looking at me with those mischievous eyes, my frown returned back, getting me bold enough to say my mind.
"But you aren't my brother, let's not pretend to assume you are." The words seethed through like a two-edged sword with two different meanings. It hit him. There was a pause, a silence which took both of us to that morning. Our wolves growled in pain.
I turned to walk away to the reading room but his hand met me. "We can talk things out. You shouldn't be in a haste to walk out on me. Remember you haven't fully fulfilled your promise of giving me a cordial welcome."
I stood still.
"You haven't helped me pack in. I don't know my left from my right."
I turned with a heavy sigh.
"Don't worry, I'll help you but can you do me a favor?" He stood still, slowly releasing my hand. "You won't bring up that night or indulge in anything similar to it."
He stepped back, more of like a stumble. I glared down, nervous. I was the superior Alpha and top, it's quite amusing how a power bottom like him got me feeling so humble before him.
This moment seemed like a forever, like what would haunt us for all time, what we wouldn't be able to keep but somehow I managed to lay it out because I didn't want to be soothed with pity. I didn't want to be wounded again.