Page 10 of Her Bully Alpha (Honeycomb Valley Alphas #1)

I walked into Henrik's house, just trying to get a hold of my emotions. I didn't know why I snapped at the girl. Well, no, I do know why.

I was jealous.

I didn't like the idea of her placing her hand on Jay when he was married to me. It wasn't like we were physical, but we were getting along. But the fact that this girl just walked over and touched him so easily set me off.

Of course, I knew that Jay had clearly had physical relationships before me. He was a strikingly good-looking guy, and any girl would want to mount him. But to have the guts to walk up while he is already in the middle of a dance. That's something else. That was a woman that was trying to make a point.

I chewed on my cheek as questions filled my head. How long had they been dating? And how soon had it ended? Was he still dating her when I came into the picture? Had I made him break up with her? But he told me he wasn't dating anyone in the car. Had he lied?

I felt heat roll over me, and I knew my face was red. I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment for how I reacted or something else.

I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath in. Even if Jay was with me, it didn't mean anything. It was out of obligation, and we weren't having sex, so it wasn't like I could tell him he couldn't look around. Though, he seemed to have no problem telling men to leave me alone.

I was just a human, someone that he'd been stuck with. She….well, he clearly chose her.

And she was stunning.

She had long red hair that fell in perfect curls and a model's face. She had a body that matched. Liz was tall and slim but with some muscle. She was tan, a golden tan from laying out in the sun. I imagined that when they were physical, Jay had been pleased.

I frowned, looking down at my outfit. I had pulled on some old jeans and a simple graphic T-shirt. I didn't dress up, knowing we were going to be coming up to see my brother, and I didn't need to look pretty. I could just dress casually and relax. I suddenly wished I had worn something better. Liz was probably out there trying to convince Jay that I wasn't a good enough person. My outfit didn't scream wife material.

I heard the door open, and I turned, watching Jay step into the house. He eyed me up quickly, looking confused. "Why did you leave?"

I shrugged, going for an easy lie. "I just wanted to get something to drink."

He scowled at me, seeing my hands were empty and I wasn't in the kitchen. "Don't lie to me, Sam. You were perfectly fine a minute ago, and then you ran off. What's wrong?"

I scowled, crossing my arms. "What makes you even think I'm lying?"

Jay worked his jaw. "I'm an Alpha, and part of that is being really good at reading people and their facial cues. And you look angry."

I scuffed and walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and pulled it out, filling it with water. "And maybe I just want space."

"Well, that's not happening."

I turned to him, taking a sip of the water. It didn't help that the heat that had built in my belly was traveling now. I felt hot all over, and Jay crossed his arms, leaning against the counter. "I'll stand here all day if I have to. I'm not leaving until you talk to me."

I drummed my fingers onto the glass, staring at him. "Who was she?"

His shoulders relaxed slightly. "An ex. We haven't dated for a couple of years."

But that didn't mean he wasn't physical with someone else instead.

"Did you lie in the car?"

He shook his head. "No, I wasn't seeing anyone."

"Were you physical with anyone?" I asked before I took another sip of the water.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Were you?"

I nearly choked on the water and shook my head. "No."

"Not even late nights with your little friend from the office?"

I sighed. "Jesus, Joshua is just a coworker. I have not, nor would I have done anything with him."

Jay's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're lying."

Okay. I was lying about the last part. If given the chance, I would have loved to date him. Joshua was sweet and caring. But I wouldn't have done anything while still working at the firm. And not when I was married.

"If I wasn't working at the firm and met him in a different way, I might have dated him. But that's not how it goes." I set the glass down.

"Then why did you run? You got her to go away, and then you retreated from me."

I shrugged. "Why does it matter, Jay?"

He gripped the counter, his expression softening. "Because I care about you, Sam. And if something is bothering you, I want you to tell me rather than bottle it up."

I scuff and roll my eyes. "That's not true, and you know it."

"It is," his voice dropped low in a warning, but I ignored it.

"If that were true, Jay. You would have treated me better before. You wouldn't have rejected me. You wouldn't have cared that I was, as everyone says, just a human."

It physically hurt to admit the words. I knew my worth, and yet, looking at him, I felt like less. All those years building myself up seemed for nothing. I was back here trying once more to prove I was worth something.

Jay walked closer, and I tried to retreat, but he was quicker. He pinned me between the wall and the counter, not letting me leave. His body pressed against mine, and he grabbed my chin, yanking my face up. I stared at him, and his eyes looked filled with frustration and regret.

"I am not that same person anymore, Sammy. I would think after living with me this long, you would see that."

I inhaled his scent and felt my heart skip a beat at it. Jesus, he smelt amazing. And with his body pressed against me like this, I could feel how muscular he was in his chest as his arms. And his hands were surprisingly soft. They were gentle as they held my chin.

And his eyes were so honest. I could see he meant every word he said, but my mind didn't want to believe it. Because if that were true, I was holding onto pain in the past. Holding onto a person that was no longer around.

Jay had been different. As grumpy as he was in the morning, he always set the coffee maker for me. He at least said good morning when he saw me, even if he was in the middle of something.

He was respectful and gave me space. Even when he took me to events, he always looked at me, seeming to account for my feelings. He cared.

His face grew closer. "So, I ask again, what's wrong?"

I swallowed, feeling cornered. I couldn't tell him. It was unfair. If I admitted just how badly I wanted him, how badly I wanted the attention, he wouldn't understand. He had been respectful, but this was something else.

"Nothing," I whisper.

He leaned closer, "Bullshit."

My breath hitched, and my eyes glanced at his lips. It was just for a moment, but when I looked back up to his eyes, they were looking at my lips.

I took a slow breath, knowing this was dangerous territory.

"Tell me," he asked once more.

I looked deep into his eyes. "No."

His lips pressed hard against mine, and we fumbled into the wall. It shook the entire kitchen, not that either of us seemed to care. My hands instantly went up, and I grabbed his shirt. I popped my mouth open, feeling his tongue slide over mine, and I internally moaned. He tasted like the soda he had outside.

His hand grabbed my hips, tugging me closer. He growled, and I felt stunned as his chest vibrated against mine. This wasn't just my own hunger but his. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

I was too into the kiss to care. I didn't care what this meant or if it changed anything between us. I just wanted his mouth to stay on mine.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, both of us panting for air. But his lips found mine soon again, and I felt like he was devouring me. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me up, pressing me against the wall.

Jay's waist pressed against mine, and I felt just how hard he was. If I had any doubts before they were gone. A hard cock pressed against your leg was evidence you couldn't ignore.

I moaned, feeling a build-up blooming in my chest. I felt it skate over my body up until it entered my fingers.

Jay grabbed my hands, pulling them above my head, and I felt more exposed, but it was just to him. All of this was just for him.

I felt him grind just slightly onto me, and a new feeling flooded my senses. The room seemed to vibrate, and warmth covered me. If he kept moving like this, in just that spot, I was going to come unglued.

How long had it been since I had last been touched like this? Since someone made me feel like this?

Jay's hands pressed tighter against my wrists, his teeth grated across my lower lip, and everything seemed to blur. The sound of a glass breaking made Jay break the kiss, which told me he wasn't the only one who felt everything.

He looked at me, shocked, and he looked over at the glass I had been using, which was shattered on the counter. We were both stunned when he looked at me. "Sam, that was you."

I didn't know what I had done. I stared at the glass, feeling the effects of a moment again being gone.

"No," I shook my head. "I didn't do that."

Jay lowered my legs and stepped back, shaking his head. "Well, I sure as hell didn't do it. And we are the only ones in here, Sam."

I felt my fingers hot and the smell of cinnamon strong in the air. "The only person I have ever known to do something like that was with magic, Sam."

I felt embarrassed for another reason now. "I've never done that before," I admitted as I pointed to the glass. I was not going to admit I'd also never been that turned on before. So full of need.

He sniffed me and smirked. "You smell like magic, Jay. It's like someone coated you in it."

"I do?"

He nodded. "It's like Cinnamon and sparks mixed together." He sniffed me again. "It's nice. But we don't need people knowing this until we know more."

I swallowed, wondering how this could even be. My father was a shifter, and my mother was human. We had no one in the family that held magic.

"We should probably get home," Jay said, stepping back. "Before you shatter something else."

I scowled at him. "That's not funny."

"I wasn't joking," Jay said. "If you have magic, we need to figure out how it works and when it comes out."

My stomach tensed up. I didn't think I wanted to know.

"Either way, Sam. You're not some little human anymore." He chuckled. "Not by a long shot."