Fix His Collar

"You're lying, all of you, it's bullshit," I shook my head, contemplating what they'd just said. They'd explained everything, they're suspicions of me being Harry' whachamacallit, Mate, and how they came to be what they were, even how Genevieve lost her mate, Zayn, who was the original "alpha" of their pack.

It was all thrown at me at once, so it was hard to understand all of it. Some of it was mainly Harry's continuous mumbles, which Louis had said was him just being a nervous wreck at the moment. Apparently just another reason for them to believe that I'm his mate.

"Trust us, we sometimes wish we were, but we aren't," Genevieve assured, placing either of her hands on my shoulders, steadying me. I guess I seemed like I was going to faint from everything. I wouldn't be surprised, I felt my head lightening each second. Hmm, maybe I'm getting loopy. I guess it's an option.

But yet, I shook my head again, refusing to believe what had come out of their mouths. "No, this is some kind of sick, well played, well schemed joke, so just stop. I'm done. Let me go home," I whined out the last part, making sure each syllable had an emphasis.

"Please," Harry pleaded like he had for the last two minutes, "I'm not lying!" Genevieve and Louis both glanced at him, "I mean we're not lying!" He corrected himself almost immediately, his eyes holding a gleam I couldn't quite read. "Just give it a chance." I remembered Louis saying that earlier, but Harry hadn't been around. I don't believe he was even in the house at the time.

I glanced back and forth between himself and Louis, thinking back to a few things each of them had said. Like;

Harry: "Originally, since they all seem to believe you're my mate, I thought someone else was. I'm not saying it's you! But.." He'd went on, but I hadn't really listened after that. They were so similar. And I watched and saw how they'd get too close and immediately walk back away from each other.

"You two!" I immediately screeched. "You were mated.. well you thought you were. Nobody explained that! How do any of you expect me to trust you if you don't tell me everything?" I snapped and glared at them all.

"I'm not saying I believe you," I'd had to state that, seeing as Harry had a little hope in his eyes, "but if I'm even remotely going to, I want to know everything." I crossed my arms and stepped back into the corner, sitting down in it also. "I want to know everything."

Louis sighed, glancing at Harry, who didn't dare look at him or even move. And Genevieve, she plainly nodded her head and walked out of the room, crisply closing it behind herself. "I'll explain, if Harry doesn't want to," Louis assured, sitting down in front of me. Not exactly in front of me, but close enough to where I guess I was still kind of comfortable.

"Well, simple as it," he started after Harry had stated no refusal to not have to explain it, "we thought we were mated. We did numerous things mates would do. We'd hunt together, eat together, stay together, sleep together, everything." He shrugged slightly and glanced at Harry again.

"Everything seemed perfect at the time and we enjoyed it. The peace our pack had, the happiness we all shared. Even though we only had two mated couples." By now I'd already known which two that would be; he and Harry, and Genevieve and Zayn. "Then, a different pack threatened Zayn, our alpha, as you already know that story I'll skip over it."

I nodded, not opening my mouth and refusing to look at Harry as Louis spoke. I focused on him, adjusting to the 'facts' he was giving to me. "After Zayn died things changed, we started to grow distant, I started going out more just because I felt alone. All the happiness and peace we'd once had just seem to fade." I nodded again, it seemed so upsetting.

But since they had kidnapped me, I refused to let them see my emotions and kept my face stonehard. "Then I met Eleanor, and I grew happy again. At first, I kept her distant from the pack. Which I guess sent signals to Harry because the night I planned to finally have them meet her, and break to Harry the news that I knew Eleanor was my mate, I could just feel it, and I loved it, Harry had.. already made his assumptions."

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. "They weren't wrong. You were cheating. But she's your mate, what does it matter about me? I'm just the hurt little wolf moping around the pack house, Alice is merely entertainment." He shrugged and I closed my eyes briefly.

"So I'm still just the pet?" I asked, tilting my head and finally looking back up at Harry. He nodded his head, another unable to be identified emotion running behind his eyes. "Says the one who apparently turns into a giant dog."

He scoffed again, crossing his arms like I was and leaning against the door frame. "Louis, give us a second." I glanced at Louis, before returning my hard gaze to Harry. "Go." He snapped and Louis sighed, getting up and walking out. Which caused Harry to have to straightening himself out again.

"Alice. I'm not going to admit anything right now." Harry first said almost a minute after Louis had walked out of the room, he'd seemed to be thinking. "If you're my mate, we'll find out eventually. For now, I'm not going to lie since you seem to hate that, so I'm telling you now. I love Louis, well, I, at least, just think I do." He shrugged this time.

I stared at him blankly. So after his whole little speech and plea, and just everything, he loves Louis? "Then let me go," I snapped and immediately stood, testing him.

"No," he almost immediately snapped back, almost too quickly. "I said, if it's true, I'm just not ready to admit it or even really think about it. But.. just try, please."

"You strangled me."

"I know."

"You shoved me into the wall, more than once."

"I know, again."

"You-"

"I know everything I did, and I'm sorry." He sighed, almost impatient. But I could tell he was holding it back, at least just for now. I was waiting for him to break.

"Please?" He quizzed lightly, his tone pleading and eyes dimming slightly. I think he figured I'd say no.

And as much as I wanted to, and as much as my mind was telling me to, I didn't. "Fine," was my final statement before I asked him to leave me for a few seconds. I thought about everything, all of what everyone, besides just him, had said. And then something clicked.

This was it. It's time for me to start getting out of here.

But, I'd need to be careful.

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