A Weekend With The Alpha

“Who are you?” my voice trembled as I stared at the man called Aaron who stood before me and I realised I never knew him. Nothing about him in this moment felt human, and he was right when he said he wasn't like other men.

“lam Aaron Hart" he stepped toward me. The glow in his eyes didn't decrease as he said those words.

I stepped back, and my legs hit the wall. “What the hell are you?"

“ am a werewolf, the alpha of the Dominio pack,” he answered.

No, I shook my head, not willing to believe or accept what he was telling me. “There are no such things as werewolves. Those only exist in movies and books and tales of the ancient. Not in our world?”

“And you're so desperate to believe a lie just so you can feel comfortable. This isn't some fantasy world, Zera, this is real. Werewolves are just as real as the air you breathe. I think a part of you already knows that. A part of you has known that I am not like other men for a while now, but you chose to ignore it. 1 am a werewolf, the same as your now dead friend, an when Zion comes to age, he's going to be just like me?”

My eyes paled up at his words, but the look on his face told me he was not joking. A sob left my mouth and my hands rac up to cover it. 1 shook my head, not ready to believe what was coming from his mouth. I couldn't believe it.

“No, no, no. My son will never become like you!” I vowed, tears streaming down my face.

He stormed forward as if the words I'd spoken had triggered him, but I couldn't run. I was trapped between the wall and him. “Why? Because then he'd become unworthy of your love? Guess your motherly love has its limit, after all”

“No, because you're a cold-hearted monster who kills without remorse. You ripped Henry's heart out as if it was nothing. How many people have you killed? How many hearts have you ripped out?”

He remained silent, “So many, uh? This is why my son will never be like you” I spat out at him. My head pounded harder than it had since I woke up, maybe because I was yelling at the top of my voice or maybe because I needed rest. I didn't care, though. I didn’t want to stop.

“You have no control over what Zion would be. I think you already know that. He may be young, but I bet you can already see the difference in him as compared to other kids his age.”

He was right. Zion had always differed from kids his age. I noticed it the first time he socialised. He had fewer social skills and stayed on high alert, taking notice of things that most would ignore. He also had a keen sense of smell and I thought he took that from his uncle Lionel, who had that since he was a child. I shrugged it off as social anxiety, but as he grew older, I noticed less of that. If I'd observed harder, perhaps I would have noticed he wasn't like others.

“You can claim to not want it, but the reality is way more than your little naive mine thinks it is” his growling voice snapp me out of my thought.

“F**k you!” I cussed out, glaring at him.

He reached out, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me against his body. “Gladly.”

I struggled to set myself free from his hold, terrified out of my mind, but he only tightened his grip the more and my bod pressed against his.

“Behave Aaron!” a feminine voice spoke, walking into the room and Aaron released his hold on me and stepped away. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and I saw the flare of red in his eyes reduce before he turned away from me to the intruder.

My head moved in the voice's direction and I saw a woman looking to be about my age with long black hair and hazel eye just like Aaron, and I didn't need to be told to know she was his younger sister. She has on a brown dress that complimented her hazel eyes and made her even more gorgeous. She had to be like him then. I also noticed that despite being so much younger, he obeyed her words.

“How's your head feeling?” she asked with a tender tone and the terror cursing through my veins subsided. My hand travelled to my temple to rub slightly on it.

it was fine, but she didn't have to know that.

“We are here trying to help you, Zera," she spoke, still sounding calm and friendly.

I scoffed. “I doubt that very much.”

“I told you she is just as stubborn as they come” Aaron hissed out and turned his back to me, facing his sister and speaki as if 1 wasn't in the room, or hearing them.

“How is she dealing with the truth, though?”

“Not very good, Sesi," Aaron answered, and walked over to the door where she stood.

Ses, the name, sounded familiar. He had called her name when I asked about his family many years ago. She was the onl sister he had and if he spoke the truth, then he had two other younger brothers. Ivan and Damor.

“And neither are you helping by pressing yourself against her, Aaron.” she scolded him and then turned to me with an apologetic eye as if she was the one who hurt me. “I'm sorry he got handy with you, Zera."

“How do you know my name?” I asked before realising Aaron probably told her.

“How do you know my name?” I asked before realising Aaron probably told her.

She smiled, and her deep dimple just like Aaron's came into display. “You're Zera Adams, the mother of my nephew. Aaro told me all about you and 1 am happy to meet you. I, however, wish we met under better circumstances.”

I glanced at Aaron and found his gaze intently fixed on me, and 1 looked away immediately.

“Don’t worry, he won't hurt you,” she assured me in a kind tone. “You have my word. He isn't always like this, and I know you know it too” she was right. Aaron was the most in-control man I have ever known, but it still didn't change what he d to Henry.

“I don't know anything anymore” I shook my head and ran my palm over my face. What had happened so far told me if there was anything I knew, it was that I knew nothing about anyone. Not one bit.

“You do."

“He's a werewolf!”

“so am I. And werewolf doesn't automatically mean an out-of-control monster, Zera. You have a lot to learn, and I'll be willing to teach you a few things”

She was nice and her offer was tempting, but more than that, I needed to find my son and get out of here as fast as I coul “Where is Zion? I need to see him.”

At my request, Aaron stepped out of the room and I was left with Sesi.

She raised her hands. “Yes, I know you need to see him and you will, just not now.”

My brows narrowed suspiciously at her. “Where is he, and why can't I see him now?"

“He's in the kid's room, and you can't see him because after what he has been through, its for the best that he rests. You also not stable enough yet, and I do not want him getting triggered.”

“lam his mother. You can't keep me away from him!” I yelled my protest at her and it fell on deaf ears because Sesi stepped out of the room and shut the door.

I groaned and ran towards the door, banging on it and yelling to be let out, but it fell on deaf ears. I pulled at the knob a few times but failed terribly at my attempt.

My headache returned in a massive fold and, groaning, I let go and stumbled back toward the bed. I sat on the floor and buried my head between my legs.

I was locked in a prison and kept away from my son. I never thought this day would come, but here it was, right in front o me. There was no greater heartache or misery than being denied your own, and I won't survive this.