Free Web NovelChapter 43: Chapter 43
Errol decided to go to his classes, although Nael tried to dissuade him. The most Nael could do was get him to eat something, watching over him like a hawk much to Errol’s chagrin. They both didn’t speak much to each other that morning, heavy words hung unspoken between them.
So after Nael went off to his classes, Errol was left sitting on Nael’s bed, still dressed in Nael’s clothes, and thinking about how he planned to complete the next step. To attend classes, he needed to be in his uniform, which was still back in his shared dorm room with Seton.
Surprisingly, Nael’s roommate had yet to return once, Errol couldn’t have known that Nael made a request of his roommate to stay with his friends for a couple of days, his kindly roommate all too happy to.
Nael had told him to rest for the rest of the day but how could Errol burden him in that manner? He was the older Alpha here, he needed to have some sense of responsibility. So he just needed to get up from bed and walk out, it was extremely easy. Most students were already in their classes so the hallways would be empty.
But he still didn’t move, hoping that if he willed it hard enough, he would have the entire content of his wardrobe here.
Errol skirted around the idea of returning back to his dorm room, ignoring the cold ball of fear frozen in his middle that the mere thought caused, he just couldn’t remain here indefinitely.
Bitter laughter bubbled up his throat, here he was talking about returning when he couldn’t even work up the moxie to grab a few clothes from his dorm room. It was just that whenever he thought of the possibility of bumping into Seton, fear liquified his bones, keeping him nailed to his spot on the bed.
After several minutes of contemplating, he finally gathered enough courage to get up. He hurried out of Nael’s room for fear that he would chicken out and not make the trip again. freeweɓnovel.cøm
The trip back to his dorm room was uneventful but anxiety coiled up in Errol’s middle nonetheless, gingerly opening the door to find the very last person he wanted to see seated on the bed beside his.
Errol sucked in a deep breath and decided to ignore Seton, they had nothing to say to each other. He just walked straight to his wardrobe, feeling like demons were clawing at his ankles with every step he took. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Returning here was simply impossible, just a short visit here was already telling on him, darkness creeping in on the sides of his vision as sickening memories returned unbidden.
It made Errol frantic, he should have listened to Nael after all, he had to quickly leave. His breath quickened as he held onto the door of his wardrobe for support, he felt like he was going to keel over. He was half about to just give up on the clothes and run for safety when he felt arms bracket him against the wardrobe from behind, compounding his terror.
"Errol?" Seton softly whispered his name and the only thing Errol could do was turn around.
His first thought when he saw Seton was that he looked a little bit too well for someone who had been kicked around just the night before. His dark brown hair was slicked back, soft brown eyes fixed on him with an inscrutable expression. The bandage on his nose was the only evidence remnant of last night that was visible.
It was strange, the entire time Errol had spent with Seton, he had felt many things; even emotions and sensations that he had never thought possible before. Infatuation, love, humiliation, compliancy, pain, sadness, and even more pain. And yet that was merely the tip of the iceberg but not once, not one single time had Errol gotten angry at Seton...
"You always looked good in the morning..." Seton said in a smooth syrupy voice, leaning in close.
...But now, as he looked up at the silky deceit in Seton’s eyes, all he could feel was rage.
"Get your face out of mine or I’ll break your nose a second time." He whispered furiously through clenched teeth.
Seton reeled back like Errol had truly followed through with his threat, an odd glitter in his eyes. Errol had never once lashed at him before, this was a part of him that Seton hadn’t gotten to break because he never had it. He had just wanted to mess around and rub some salt into Errol’s healing bruises but now he wanted to see him lash out a bit more.
Seton had felt a cool detachment when Errol had first stepped in, he only kept him around because he was so docile. He also had no interest in making Errol pay for what had happened last night, but the tall gold-eyed Alpha was a different case.
Errol turned around and pulled open the wardrobe door so hard it nearly snapped clean off its hinges, grabbing a bag to throw his things in at random.
This surprised Seton even more. "You’re leaving?"
Errol’s response was a cool glare, then he promptly returned to packing up as many of his things that would fit in the bag he chose.
The niceness in Seton’s voice fled. "You can’t do that."
Errol ignored him, he was done having a conversation with Seton, he just wanted to leave.
"You can’t do that, who else would want you but me?" He said calmly, smiling a little when Errol froze.
Errol had frozen out of nothing but anger, anger so acute that it made his eyes burn. "Fuck off, Seton." He lashed out in a trembling voice, not even bothering to carry anything else but some clothes.
Seton watched in slight confusion as Errol stormed out, that wasn’t supposed to happen. "So ugly." He muttered under his breath but loud enough for Errol to hear as he left the room, the door slamming loudly in his wake.
