A Rogue For Four Alphas

Chapter

Eleven

"You should be able to get home tomorrow," Harry says, "depending on the reports and news at hand from our delta soldiers."

"In the meantime, we have a guest bedroom that's all yours," Ian says avoiding my eyes.

I appreciate that he's offering me my own room and dropping what we started earlier. Though I think we would have had an amazing night together if we hadn't been interrupted, it's better that nothing happened. There are plenty of other men around particularly with summer coming so I don't have to touch or do anything with these Alpha beast.

They are off lights and out of my league afterall.

"In the meantime, what's for dinner?" Damon asks.

"We didn't even get any food at the stadium before they shut it all down," Harry explains to Ian.

"We should've hit a drive-through on the way home." Ian shoots a look at the tallest man, whose name I don't know.

"I will get someone to prepare something while I go and train some more" says the tall man, who's been mostly quiet. "Give then half an hour" he said before making to leave the giant room that seems suddenly so small with the dominant male presence.

"Can I come too?" I asks, though it's clear from his tone that he'd rather do anything else.

"I'll just watch one or two things to learn how to protect myself" I say, interrupting.

"Whatever" he said while I followed behind awkwardly into a massive gym,that looks bigger than the entire coffee shop where I work.

"I'm Jasmine, by the way. You may have caught my name while your friend was yelling at me."

"I'm Erik." The brief nod he gives me draws my attention to his thick head of disheveled hair. I don't know if he styled it to look that way or if it's a result of the windstorm, but with his prominent nose and bone structure, it looks good on him. "Want me to help with anything?"

"No need," Erik says. He appears to be a man of very few words.

Harry lays a hand on my arm and lowers his voice. "Are you okay, Jasmine?"

"Aside from being stuck here, I'm okay."

"It'll be fine. I won't let Damon bother you." He holds my gaze, his eyes sympathetic and smiling. "I need to go out and make sure the house isperfectly secured," he says. "I'll be back."

I nod and give him another smile, which he seems to have been waiting for before he leaves me.

I watch him go, feeling another pang of regret about the night's turn of events when I see how his backside looks in his jeans.

"What are we ordering for sinner?" I ask, turning to Erik, purposely brightening my tone. May as well make the best of things.

He's arranging pots and pans on the stovetop. "Mac and cheese is my go-to for short-notice meals," he says. "That okay with you?"

"Absolutely." I didn't think I was hungry, but pasta with cheesy sauce sounds delicious.

I expect Erik to bring out a box or two of Kraft, but instead he's at the refrigerator, grabbing actual blocks of cheese, seasonings, and a jug of milk. "Want something to drink?" he asks, as he adds a bottle of beer to his load heading back to the gym. "I have wine already. I'll be right back."

I return to the living room in search of my glass, hoping I don't run into Damon and thankful when no one's around. The big house looks different to me now that I know who lives here.

Last night, when Damon told me he had roommates, I imagined him living in an apartment like mine. I don't know why he didn't just bring me here. I'm sure he has a big bedroom where we could've had privacy. He seems so possessive, though; I'll bet he didn't even want his friends to see me. So much for that plan.

I take a big gulp of the wine and return to the kitchen then head towards the gym, where he was already doing some squats.

"What can I do to help?" I ask.

He gestures to a boxing bag sitting next to the hunks of cheese on the island.

"Want to try that?"

That's fine with me; I probably wouldn't even see a gym this time and I don't know how to operate these machines.

How wired and awkward is the day going, I gave up and sighed sitting close to him on the bench.

"What game were you supposed to be at tonight before the attcj?" I ask.

"Basketball," he says.

"Ian didn't want to go with you?"

Erik drops the weight. "He's not into sports much."

"Do you do most of the cooking or in charge of the meal?" I ask this mainly to fill the silence as I move on try and take the sight, which wasn't that bad using my rogue energy of course.