I'm the Alpha's World

She's gone. I searched the entire house and it's completely empty. Plants have begun to wither away and their petals have fallen to the floor. Even the flowers in the garden need tending to.

Her bed upstairs is made along with the spare. It's as if I'm standing in an empty hotel room.

I search around the house outside, looking for any tracks or hints but nothing stood out. Did they take her also? Did she run away out of fear? Is she dead?

There's too many outcomes to think over, and none of them that come to my mind end happily. Right now I'm too exhausted to search by myself so I decide to stay the night here, hoping she'll be back in the morning.

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I quietly hum to myself as I lay in bed. I didn't get much sleep as I would have hoped but sleep is sleep. It's been a few hours since I woke and I was disappointed to still be here. I thought someone would come and find me, but I guess not.

My stomach grumbles with hunger but I ignore it and continue to lay by myself.

I watch a fly as I continues to run itself into the window, searching for a way out, a way to freedom. The constant buzz slowly creeps up on my nerves and before I can take anymore I shoot out of bed and slap it with my hand. The buzzing stops and I look down to see the fly crushed on my palm. Cringing, I wipe it off.

My head spins from my sudden burst of movement and I take a seat back on the bed. Tiny dust particles fly and dance in the sunlight peeking through the window, and I stare at it. All I hear is silence besides faint noises from the forest, and it reminds me of my childhood here at grandmas.

Every morning I would wake up and rush downstairs. Grandma would be making breakfast and I would wait for it by playing outside. My favorite spot to play was the stream. I would hop across it or build tiny bridges out of twigs and leaves. The water would glisten in the sunlight as if it was part of some magical world out of a fairytale story. It served as my privet getaway, but little did I know it would serve me much more then that.

My tummy growls again and I decide to no longer ignore it. So, I head downstairs and take a look around the kitchen. Thankfully I find bread but when I take out a slice I notice mold growing on the corner.

"Ew," I mutter to myself and put it back in the bag.

I search in the cabinets for canned food but I only end up finding canned peaches. Did she take all the food with her? Well, only if she ran away.

I take the can and look for a can opener, but most of the drawers are empty. Everything is gone. My mind drifts to the pack house where Marina is probably making breakfast. She's the best cook I've ever met and it's making my mouth water just thinking about her pancakes or scrambled eggs.

I annoyingly glance down at my can of peaches and groan. "I want real food!"

"So are you ready to come back then?"

My heart stops and I quickly look up to see Sebastian leaning on the front door. My feelings painfully tug at my heart just by seeing him.

How can he stand to see me after everything that happened? Even after what I said?

"What are you doing here?" Immediately I guard myself and harden my eyes. "What do you want?"

"Evangeline just come back to the house, you're not safe out here."

"I've been fine so far."

He crosses his arms, "because I have guards surrounding the house."

This whole time I thought I was being strong, staying safe on my own. Now I find out there's guards making sure of it! I was proud of myself... Well, not anymore.

I groan again and look away from him. "I don't need them-"

"Yes you do," he cuts me off. "Look, you've have your time alone and your breakdown but now it's time to come home."

"I'm not sure I have a home anymore." I counter and stomp away from him, but he's hot on my trail. I make my way back upstairs as he argues with me.

"I know you're pregnant but you don't have to act-"

I stop and glare at him, "oh, I'm only acting crazy because I'm pregnant? Newsflash Sebastian! I've always been nuts!"

He grabs my arms but I pull away. "Don't touch me!"

I quickly run inside the bedroom but before I can't shut the door in his face he stops it with his hand. "You're being childish."

"It's probably because I'm pregnant," I mock him and continue to close the door.

"Evangeline stop!" He shouts and pushes the door open causing me to stumble back. "I've had enough of this!"

"Then leave!" I yell, "then just go!"

"I can't!" All of the sudden he pushes me up against the wall, again, caging me in with his arms. "Do you not think I've tried!"

A sharp pain stabs my heart from his words.

"I've dealt with you, I've really tried after your mental breakdowns, after the whole moon goddess issue, after the kidnapping, after the baby-"

"There is no baby." I lie, desperately trying to hurt him as much as he's hurting me.

Instantly he stops.

"Well not anymore."

"What did you do?" He asks, panicked.

I stay silent.

"Evangeline what the hell did you do!"

"You didn't want it-"

"Let's go," he grabs my hand and begins to lead me out of the room and back down the stairs.

"Go where!"

"To Doctor Swanson." I too begin to panic as he pulls me along. It's gone too far now, I have to stop this little act before we're in the car and driving to the doctors. I try to stop as he rushes and he stops when he notices.

"What is it? We have to hurry." I looks down at me but his eyes... They look different. They hold fear.

"Just stop."

"We don't have time-"

"I didn't mean it." I lowly admit and gaze away from his eyes as they stare harshly at me. "I just wanted-"

"To hurt me?"

"You didn't care, you left without saying anything!" I shout. "I didn't know what to think!"

"I was overwhelmed." He lets go of my arm and it falls to my side.

"And I wasn't?"

"Evangeline, I was acting selfish, I was only thinking about myself and how I felt." He admits, "I was scared."

"Of what? The responsibility?" I grab his hand and hold it in mine. "I don't know how to take care of a baby either but we can figure it out."

"No, that's not it." His voice changes and he looks away from me. I lift my hand up and gently caress his hard, sculpted cheek. "What is it then?" I softly move his head to face me. "What are you not telling me?"

"Let's get you back to the house, we can talk about it there okay?"

I nod my head, "okay."

As we walk back to the pack house I can't help but let my mind run with ideas. What could he possibly not be telling me? What made him so worried about having a baby?