My Hot Alpha

How

did he know where I lived?

"You should".

A cry fell from my lips as he twisted his hand up in my hair and pulled me closer to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, the stench on cigarettes making me feel sick.

"His threats are empty princess. F**k, if he cared about you, I wouldn't be standing here. No one cares about you, only me". "Don't call me that". I hissed.

A laugh fell from his lips. "You don't actually think he loves you do you. You're pathetic. You've always been pathetic Leah".

My head was throbbing with how tight he was holding my hair. I couldn't stop my tears, my cheeks soaking.

"I'm the only one that will ever love you. I came back for you princess. I've come to take you home". His grip on my hair loosened. "I want you back baby, I've missed you". "No". I shook my head. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be real.

"What?". He latched onto my arm and pulled me to my feet. "You love me Leah, I know you do".

All I could think of was Jake. He would be back soon, and I would be okay. But what if something happened on patrol? What if he wasn't back for hours?

It was fight or flight and for once in my bloody life I was going to fight. I wasn't the same girl I was back in Florida. I wasn't weak. I was a freaking werewolf, and I could snap him like a twig if I wanted to.

I was strong, powerful. I was an Alpha's mate. Then I felt her, I felt her come forward, clawing to be let out, to take over.

So, I let her.

..

Blood lots of blood.

Voices, different voices all around. I couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate.

Jake found me in the back corner of the kitchen hugging my knees.

"Is-... Is he dead?".

I couldn't look at him. I did the one thing Alanna told me never to do. I let my wolf have full control, I had no idea what I had done. I had no memory. It was like the minute I let her take over I blacked out.

He didn't say anything. He scooped me into his arms and took me straight upstairs and into the main bathroom. My head was throbbing, the ringing in my ears loud.

He was stripping me.

I was shaking, my hands wouldn't stop.

"I-...". I glanced at the blood on my hands. "Oh god what have I done?".

"Hey". He whispered taking my face in his hands.

A sob fell from my lips as I fell against him. I killed him, I had his blood on my hands. I was a murderer.

"Let's get you cleaned up".

He put me in the bath, I didn't understand how he was being so calm about this. With my head against my knees, I closed my eyes. I shouldn't have let her have control. "Leah".

"He isn't from here. People will come looking for him. You have to call the cops; I have to tell them what I've done".

"Baby he isn't dead".

My eyes snapped open. He wasn't?

"But you did do a turn on him. Rocco and Carter have dropped him at the hospital".

I burst into tears.

"He's lucky because if I was here the fucker would be dead".

..

I was exhausted. Physically and mentally drained. I couldn't get the smell of blood out my nose. I was jumpy, on edge and I couldn't settle. I tossed and turned for at least an hour before I gave up. Every little noise panicked me.

"He would have hurt you, Leah. You protected yourself the best you could".

"How come I can't remember anything". I asked.

"She didn't want you to see so you didn't. She blocked you out just like you do with her when you're in control".

"I can never let her take control again". It was too dangerous.

"Never say never baby. The world is a big bad place". He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. "Try and get some sleep". He kissed the top of my head.