13.
Clark paced through the kitchen. He hadn’t seen her leave, but now that Carmen was gone, all he wanted was for her to come back. What the hell was wrong with him?
He thought about going after her, apologizing for his behavior, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. That conversation might lead to other apologies for other behaviors…how was it that this girl was starting to make him question himself so much? He had never thought of himself as a piece of shit before, but now he was starting to question that.
Finally, he heard footsteps heading his way and he peered out the window of the kitchen. He was flooded with relief when he saw that Carmen had come back, but another feeling plagued him when he saw that she wasn’t alone. Greg, one of Rachel’s classmates and quite a playboy in his own right, was walking beside Carmen, chatting casually.
The sight of his dimples made Clark sick with fury. What was Greg doing with his woman? He had half a mind to bound out and give that good for nothing kid a piece of his mind.
But Carmen smiled at him and said good bye, and walked toward the entrance of his house. Clark bristled and retreated upstairs to his bedroom. He couldn’t face her right now. His emotions were all over the place. It had been a mistake to talk to her that morning on the porch as it was. Now look at him. He had been prowling the house restlessly until Carmen chose to return. And now that she had, he was more furious than ever.
He could hear her soft footfalls on the carpet as she walked into the living room, searching for life in every room. She eventually settled into the living room and turned the television on.
The ice around his heart melted when he heard her put the movie on that they had been watching together. She hadn’t gotten a chance to watch the ending. He growled softly to himself. This was too frustrating.
Clark’s cell phone broke into his thoughts by ringing suddenly and he answered it curtly.
“What?”
“How did it go with Lobos today?” David asked eagerly. “I heard some people saw you at the underground palace.”
“Yeah, I was there all right,” Clark said darkly. “But it didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. Lobos seems completely lost. He told me to stand down and let those bastards take our jobs.”
“Are you kidding me?” David exclaimed. “They’re infiltrating the whole place little by little. What are we going to do when there’s nothing left for us? You know idle hands are not a shifter’s friend. If we’re all demoted to omegas while those freaks have all the power, what do you think is going to happen?”
“I know…” Clark said darkly. “But you know what Lobos said. He wants to see where this leads.”
“I don’t think Lobos has a clue what he’s doing anymore,” David said, his voice low and angry. “I don’t think he’s known for a long time. He’s getting old, Clark. You know it and so does everybody else. What if these people are just con artists? They’re moving in when they know he’s weak to take over the pack!”
“Well, why would they even want to do that?” Clark exclaimed. “There’s nothing in it for them!”
But he knew that wasn’t true. He was just so tired of this whole mess. If he admitted there was something deeply corrupt going on, he would have no choice but to stand up and fight against it. But his pack wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t even sure he was ready for that. Not if he didn’t know that he was going to win.
“Stonybrooke has a lot more resources than you might think, Clark,” David said. “I’m surprised you’re not more willing to stand up and fight this. I don’t know who these guys are or what their end game is, but I know I don’t like it. All of us have a bad feeling about it. And Lobos is old and weak. His mind isn’t what it used to be. Somebody needs to protect him, and protect the pack. And you know who it is.”
David didn’t wait for Clark to reply before he hung up the phone. Clark bared his teeth and tossed his cell phone across the room. Thankfully, it didn’t shatter. He would get it later.
Clark stood up. He had to get some fresh air. The little bedroom suddenly felt suffocatingly small. And the longer he sat in there, the harder it was to keep his thoughts off of Carmen’s body; the soft and sensual tightening of her body around his fingers as he pleasured her…
Clark growled to himself. Why did it seem like nothing was going right? He tore out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He didn’t know what he wanted to do, but he couldn’t just sit still. There was too much going on around him that he didn’t like.
Usually, working on his bike or the truck would make him feel better, but now he associated both of those things with Carmen. His feelings for her were just one more thing on the list of shit he didn’t know how to deal with. No, he would go have a little talk with Alexander. Maybe that would clear a thing or two up for him.
***
“What do you want?” Alexander asked when Clark stormed through the doors. “You don’t have an appointment. I’m a busy man. Especially now that –”
“Especially now that what?” Clark demanded, lunging toward Alexander and grabbing the lapels of his grey jacket. “Now that your sick little buddies are trying to rule the show and they’ve made you their one-trick pony?”
Alexander smirked and pulled away from Clark’s grip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t, Alex.”
“It’s Alexander.”
“What’s in it for you?” Clark demanded, letting go of Alexander’s lapel and slamming his fist on the redwood desk separating them. “What makes you think you have a better chance at happiness by betraying your pack?”
“Who says that I’m betraying my pack?” Alexander asked, folding his hands calmly out in front of him. “In reality, is it not my pack who has betrayed me?”
Clark sank down into the chair opposite Alex and stared at him incredulously. “What the hell are you talking about, little man?”
“That’s exactly it!” Alex exclaimed. “That’s the attitude I’m talking about. Not once in all my life has any of you just accepted me as I am. So I’m not a big burly monster. So what? So my inclinations lie more in numbers and statistics over beating someone else senseless. Does that make me inferior? Because you have all certainly implied that it has. I never once felt like I belonged here with you or in this community. Nobody has ever given me the feeling of the belonging you are so passionately defending. You have all betrayed me. I may be a member of the pack but I am not treated like it. You think I don’t know that you all resent me? Make fun of me?”
Clark sighed loudly, his eyes following Alex as the little man rose from his seat and made his impassioned speech, curling his fist passionately and striking the air above his head with it to enunciate his points.
“Alex, just give it to me straight. Who are the outsiders and what do they want?”
“I know as much as you do,” Alexander said, his beady eyes sparkling. “I don’t know why you insist on trying to pry information from me that I don’t have.”
“Do you really feel like we betrayed you, Alexander?” Clark asked with a deep sigh. “Because you never seemed to want anything to do with us. We tried to include you. We always tried, but you acted like you were above it all. You treated us like we were mindless brutes.”
Alexander pursed his lips defiantly in an expression that nearly made Clark pummel him. “It’s not my fault for stating the obvious. There were far too many times I remember being made fun of for my inclinations. But I’m not just some useless omega, you know. I have quite a lot of power in this town. More than you would ever know. And I didn’t have to shift into my wolf form and pulverize my best friends to get it, either. Unlike you lot. It’s despicable, really.”
“Oh, is it?” Clark growled through his gritted teeth. “And you’re not? Betraying your pack for what?”
“I’d be careful what kind of accusations you make here, Mr. Thomas,” Alexander said, his eyes flashing. “The power dynamics are changing whether you like it or not, and if you want your family to have a nice, secure place in the world, challenging me is not the way to go about it.”
The mention of his family made Clark balk. If anything happened to Rachel because of his big mouth, he would never forgive himself.
“Alex, I never knew you felt that way about us. But we’re still your pack. Maybe if you were honest with us about how you felt, things would have been different. Stewing in your own juices isn’t doing anybody any favors.”
Clark rose and glared into Alexander’s eyes, biting back all of the angry words he wanted to say. If the people infiltrating the hierarchy could take his job, who knew what else they were capable of? Apparently, bullying Alexander into talking was not the course of action to take.
He left, allowing the heavy oak door to slam behind him and separate himself from Alex. Something wasn’t right about all of this. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what was going on quite yet, but he had confidence that sooner or later, all would be revealed.
Clark could only hope that it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.