Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 138

Erika

Its been a day since the demons attacked, and Nora is still resting inside her room. She woke up briefly to eat but then fell back asleep, so I'm staying at Leo's place.

He needs me to lead the pack while he cares for his mate, but I also need to train to keep my physique.

That's why I'm outside.

I'm throwing punches at the classic boxing bag in Leo's garden. It's hanging down from a tree, and I'm sweating. Jabbing at it while the girls in my pack are talking s**t about me. I'm trying to ignore them by chanting my inner mantra.

Never show weakness.

Always be strong.

Don't let people get to you.

Punch once, twice, and kick. Breathe.

"The sun is shining, it's warm, and our beta is training again? When does she ever take a break?!"

"Erika? Pfft! That woman doesn't know what the word 'relax' means and never takes a break!" "Really?" "Yup."

"That's insane. No wonder Erika doesn't have a boyfriend. She might be the beta, but if the only thing she cares about is fighting and training, I can see why no one has dared to ask her out."

"I heard she is a virgin."

"What?!"

"Yeap..."

"I can kind of see why, though. Erika isn't cute."

"Yeah, she really isn't. The training has gone overboard, and it's such a freaking waste. Erika would be pretty with her blonde hair and green eyes, but her abs ruin everything about her appearance. Women aren't supposed to have them." "Agreed. And don't forget that Erika is tall. At five-foot-seven, and with those abs, I bet she scares all the men away."

Ouch.

"Yeah, she isn't very approachable either."

Double ouch.

My heart speeds up at the rude comments delivered by the beautiful women of the Snowmoon pack.

What they said hurts, but I refuse to show these werewolf women that their words cut underneath my skin. I continue jabbing and wait for them to get up from the jacuzzi in Leo's garden, hoping they will leave me alone for the rest of the day. They did enough damage to me already.

I'm not exactly popular among men, even though I'm the beta; I know that, but who needs a man anyway? If men are frightened by me, then too bad for them because I won't change who I am!

I continue hitting the punching bag for three minutes before hearing those condescending voices in my head again. Like I'm not pretty and that I'm too tall. "GAH!"

I hit the bag and then blink back my tears.

"Screw this!"

I throw the gloves on the ground and angrily head for the door. My heart is in pain. It's not like I want to stay single for my entire life, but who would even accept someone like me? I'm not girly and apparently not even pretty.

And my mate? My mate turned out to be a tiny fairy with a stunning pretty-boy face. The irony that my mate is more beautiful than me with long eyelashes and a petite frame is too much.

I told Blake I rejected him because he was weak, but the truth is that he makes me insecure. He is cute and friendlier than me, and his smile is stupidly dazzling.

With burning tears running down my face, I head for the door leading inside and crash straight into someone coming out.

Typical!

My face slams into their naked chest, and as I backpedal, I grab something-a towel-and tumble backward. "Ouch," I mutter and almost tumble into the pool before a hand grabs mine to prevent me from falling.

"Careful."

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking and-" I look up, and my explanation gets stuck in my throat when I stop to really take in the man standing before me.

Curious blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes long enough to make any woman jealous. Luminous, picture-perfect skin and straight black hair reaching his back's middle.

I recognize his stunning face as I've spent the last few days seeing it in a tinier format, but now my head barely reaches his shoulder. What the actual freaking hell?! "Blake?!" I exclaim. "But... How?!"

"Hello, Erika," Blake rakes me up and down. He blinks and tilts his head with a shocked expression once he notices he has to look down to meet my eyes. "Oh, wow. You're shorter than I thought. I wondered how I would compare to you after a little size-shifting." Shorter than he thought?!

I'm not short-Blake is huge!

I stare at him. "S-size-shifting?"

"Yeah, I can make myself bigger if needed, but I lacked the strength to do it the first day."

They disappear into my skin if I focus..."

How did I not know he could do that?! "Um, if you size-shifted, where are your wings then?" "They disappear into my skin if I focus..."

"Oh..."

"Anyway, would you mind giving me back that towel? It was wrapped around my waist. I'm not ashamed of my equipment, but standing here naked isn't appropriate." Naked?

My eyes lower, and Blake's slightly annoyed expression shifts into amusement as I stare at his c**k, slack-jawed.

Blake is as hung as a horse.

Holy cow.

That thing is massive and shouldn't even be allowed to be called a c**k! That's a weapon, honestly! It's a battleax, probably capable of hurting someone!

"Holy crap!" My voice is way too high and far too loud. In fact, it's a full-on shriek. As if I'm back to being a teenage girl again.

Blake smirks and steps closer to me. He is tall, taller than I expected, and broad.

His teeth show, and his voice goes low. "I will take that sound as a compliment."

Blake grabs the towel from my hands and winks at me while circling it around his tapered waist.

I stare at his amazing super-hero body, gasping. Why am I gasping?! I need to stop doing weird things, but I'm out of control, and my nervousness has taken over.

I'm acting embarrassingly awkward around my rejected mate, but I didn't expect Blake to walk through the door and come out being hung, tall, and insanely muscular!

What is even more annoying is that Blake is beautiful in a way I'm sure will leave scars on my eyes. He is too gorgeous, too much of a pretty boy in the face. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

My mate, who is a man, is prettier than me, who is a woman. It's humiliating, really.

"Erika... Are you alright?"

I blink up at Blake. "Uh, what?"

"You look red..." Blake lifts his muscular arm, pressing his hand to my forehead with a concerned expression. "My god, you're burning up! Damn! I knew it was a bad idea for you to go jogging in the rain yesterday! You've probably come down with a fever! Are you feeling dizzy?"

His touch sends electric jolts up my spine, and I shriek. "Stop touching me! Get away from me!"

I jump back like a frightened animal, and Blake freezes. He stares at me, dumbfounded and confused by my behavior.

"Erika?" Blake doesn't move but studies me with bewildered eyes. He really has no clue what is happening. "Is something the matter? Why did you reel back like that? Did I do something wrong?"

s**t!

Why did I jerk back as if he burnt me? What should my excuse be for acting like a freak?!

Before I know it, my mouth is moving. I spew embarrassing, ridiculous words all over Blake. "You didn't do anything wrong! In fact, you touched me, which was good! I mean, it felt good! Amazing really! I love your hands and your body! You look fantastic! Oh-my-god. I can't believe this is you and that you're hung... HUGE! I mean your body, not your c**k, not that your c**k is small either! It's big and beautiful!" I'm so screwed. Why do I keep running my mouth?!

Blake's lips curl higher up his handsome face with every word I say. I can tell he is amused. His smirk makes me wish someone could smack me over the head and knock me out so I can forget the last few seconds of this interaction.

I'm starstruck by Blake's larger size, and I've made an absolute fool of myself blabbering about it to him.

Crap!

Blake's lips move, but I shriek and tuck my tail between my legs before he can speak.

"I have to go! You have a nice dip in the jacuzzi! Enjoy your day, and please forget this ever happened!" I exclaim, shouting really before I run past him and escape inside the building.

I practically kick up the door. And as I run to save myself from the most embarrassing moment in my life, I hear confused laughing coming from outside. It's Blake, and my cheeks heat up to a billion degrees.

He is laughing at me!

Of course, he is!

What the hell was that interaction?!

I'm so screwed! I never want to see Blake again!

Everything about our little run-in was beyond humiliating! I rather die than look that handsome fairy in the eye again! I called him hung and admitted to liking his touch, and Blake wouldn't let me live it down! I have to avoid Blake at all costs!