Save Me Mr. Alpha

“Tyson, I will try. But I make no promises, you have to remember I have two boys to take care of, and I—” Tyson just grins at me, his eyes bright. He looks at my lips longingly, but I pull myself back into the corner of the treehouse, making it clear to him that I was not wanting him to kiss me.

He sighs, but doesn’t continue to advance. I almost let out a sigh of relief, but I hide it so I don’t hurt Tyson’s feelings anymore than I already have. I hear the wind pick up and I groan, realizing I should’ve checked the weather before we packed up into a treehouse and a field that tended to flood.

Tyson and I continue to talk, a storm brewing around us, and between the sounds of rain hitting the metal roof and the deep, warm voice of Tyson lulling me to sleep and making me feel somewhat safe, I drift off to sleep.

I wake up, lying on something hard, but not uncomfortable. I stretch out my tired muscles, and then cuddle deeper into the warmth of my bed. I hear a moan and my eyes shoot open. I push myself up and look around to see four familiar walls, and Tyson acting as my bed. I was sprawled across his muscular body, acting like a blanket, and him a mattress. He didn’t seem uncomfortable, but he wraps his arms around me, pulling me back down to his unnaturally warm body.

“Cassie.” He mumbles.

“That’s my name, now let me go!” I groan, pushing at the beastly man’s chest. His eyes flutter open and I see his confusion, happiness, and then clarity.

“It wasn’t a dream?” he asks slowly.

“What wasn’t a dream?” I back away from Tyson and squat on my haunches. He sits up.

“I found my mate!” he cheers. He grins at me and I blush as he looks me up and down.

“Your hair...” he mumbles. I pat my hair and realize the giant crow’s nest it was in. I scowl at him as he lets out a mischievous grin.

“You have drool on your face.” I respond. He frowns, and wipes at his face. I smirk and he lets out a laugh.

“Even with your hair looking like that, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispers, his eyes meeting mine. I turn a deeper red, unable to respond. I go to sit on my butt, but then I start to fall.

“Shi—” I start to let out a scream as I fall through the unlocked trap door, but Tyson grabs me as I hang from the treehouse, his hand the only thing keeping me from falling to the wet ground below.

“I have to admit that was a nice catch on my part.” Tyson grins as I dangle in the air, unable to reach the rope ladder.

“Let me up!” I yell at him.

“What’s the magic word?” he asks.

“Please!” I yell, looking down at the ground. My stomach clenching at the 15 foot drop.

“Please, what?” he demands, looking bored, as though my dangling from his arm was effortless.

“Please, Mr. Alpha.” I snap. He chuckles and pulls me up. I take a deep breath in before lunging at Tyson, knocking him onto his back, his head hitting the wood floor. I hover over him, hitting his chest and arms as hard as I can. He chuckles again and I growl at him, which causes him to laugh.

“Cute, Princess.” He smiles. I scowl.

“You’re an ass.”

“Oh, but you like me.”

“No, I don’t.” I respond. He looks shocked.

“Love me already?” He teases. “The Heat works fast doesn’t it, Princess?” he grins.

I roll my eyes. “Well, I do like the position that we’re in.” Tyson adds on. I look down and realize that my legs are straddling him, trapping him to the floor. I start to move, but Tyson is too fast as he flips me over, putting me on the hard wood floors as he hovers over me, his mouth close to mine. Tingles fill my body as his hot breath hits my skin, making a tornado of emotions fill my stomach, a pool of warmth filling my head and stomach as I thought about his lips on mine, on my skin, on my neck.

“I think I prefer it this way though, me on top while I look down on you and your bird’s nest hair.” He winks.

I growl and push him to get off of me.

“Tyson.” I growl. He gets off of me, and the heat in my skin increases as he gets further away.

Tyson and I talk for a little bit, learning a bit about one another for a couple of hours before my stomach began to growl and I realized that it was after noon and I hadn’t had breakfast or lunch.

“We should probably get out of here, my brothers probably think you murdered me.” I start the climb down the ladder, trying to put as much distance between Tyson and I as fast possible before I did something I’d regret later on.

My feet hit the ground and I groan as water starts to seep into my socks. Tyson lands next to me and without a word, his arms sweep my legs out from under me and he picks me up bridal style.

“Hey!” I complain. “Put me down.”

“Your feet are getting wet, I don’t want my Princess getting sick.” He smiles softly at me, but I stop complaining at his kindness.

“Thank you.” I say as we arrive at the car. He offers me the car keys, but I shake my head and go to the passenger door. I open the door and take a seat. Tyson goes around and climbs in the driver side, quickly adjusting the seat and mirrors before taking off.

We quickly arrive in front of my little yellow house.

“Now what?” Tyson asks as he puts the vehicle in park.

“I don’t know. I’m giving you a chance, that’s all I know right now.”

Tyson sighs. “There is something we need to discuss, about what your role will be.”

“Might be.” I correct.

“Might be,” he relents easily, “because you’re my mate, you are going to be severely valued by people in our new world. People that don’t necessarily like the Royal Family. That puts you at risk. I need you to be safe, I have to know that you’re safe, otherwise my Wolf will take over and start mauling people...” he jokes. But I got the feeling that he wasn’t entirely joking.

“What does that mean?” I ask hesitantly.

“You can choose to move into the Pack House, or I will stay with you and you will have a second guard team around the house for protection.”

I pause. “And when this whole situation doesn’t work out, will my family still be at risk?”

“It will work out, and I won’t let anything happen to you or your brothers, the security situation is a precaution, a necessary one since you are new to our world and can’t quite handle yourself against my kind.”

“I managed to take down you and seven others, I think I can manage.” I snort. Tyson growls.

“Our pack can’t hurt you. You are their Luna, their soon to be Queen, but others, others can and will hurt you, because you have now become my greatest weakness, a spot in the armor that can’t be fully protected until you become part of the pack.” His voice trails off and he gets a blank look in his eyes. Words from someone else and appear in my head from Tyson’s mind.

"Alpha, the boys are here with baseball bats looking for their sister. Should we take care of them?"

“WHAT?!?!” I shriek, my eyes going wide. “If ANYTHING happens to my brothers, I will kill whoever touches them.” I snap.

Tyson nods seriously, seeming to talk to himself. “Tyson!” I snap. His head turns to mine. “If anything happens to my brothers, I will never forgive you. Ever.” My voice is low and serious and he nods. He grabs my hand quickly.

“They will not be harmed, Princess. Merely restrained so that they do not harm themselves. If they attack one of my men, they will attack in self defense, but restrained, possibly knocked out.” He adds on with a wince.

“Take me there, now!” Anger fills my mind, and for once I can tell that it’s just my own emotions controlling my body.

Tyson puts the car in drive and we fly down the road and back to Tyson’s house.

“ENOUGH!” Tyson yells. I was holding a man twice my size by the scruff of his shirt and growling at him. Tyson’s words had no effect on me, but the rest of the pack was frozen still.

When Tyson and I had arrived I witnessed three men tackle Chase to the ground, and six tackle Charles to the ground, a punch to the head knocked Charles out, but Chase was putting up a valiant fight, and upon seeing me, he sprung into action adrenaline pushing him forward, through the three grown men and towards Tyson. That’s when I saw it, a gleam of silver metal, I let out a blood curling scream before sprinting at my brother and knocking him to the ground.

BOOM.

A shot was let out. I pushed myself off of Chase before running at the shooter, knocking him into the building, grabbing him and holding him by the scruff of his shirt. He made no move to harm me. His eyes were wide as he looked down at me in shock.

“ENOUGH!” Tyson looks at me.

I look at him coldly. “I told you I would kill anyone who touched my brothers.” He nods.

“Princess, he was just trying to restrain them. It’s his job as a warrior.”

“If I can restrain him, he must not be a very good warrior.” I snarl. “He had a gun.”

“A stun gun, Luna.” The man lets out a small whimper and I glare at him. I look back to an ever-nearing Tyson.

“Let him go, Princess.” He whispers softly. My muscles are tense, but Tyson still nears me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I can’t control the muscles in my body, and finally they relax, letting the man go. I wasn’t lifting him off the ground, he is at least a foot taller than I am, but I had pushed him so fiercely against the wall he had a lump or bruise on his back at the very least.

“Tyson. Take me home. And my brothers. Now.”

“Princess—”

“Now.” I whisper softly, looking at my brothers. Charles was still unconscious, Chase’s nose was bleeding, he had scrapes up and down his forearms.

Tyson loads Charles up into the car at Chase’s protests. I sit in the back, Charles’ head on my lap as I waited for him to wake up.

Tyson pulls into my driveway, Chase and I haul his brother into the house and into their room. Tyson follows behind me, but I block his entrance.

“Get out.”

“Princess, I’m so—”

“Get out. Don’t call me that stupid name, don’t contact me, don’t contact my family. I told you that I would try and work this stupid sci-fi romance thing out, it’s not working.”

“You haven’t even tried!” Tyson protests, his eyes growing dark.

“I have and one of my brother’s was shot at and the other one was unconscious.”

“It was merely a paintball gun!” Tyson argues. “They would’ve been fine.”

“I told you if anything happened to my brothers, I would never forgive you.” I snarl. “Something happened, now get out!”

“No.” he stands firm as I push at him, tears filling my eyes.

“Leave my house, you stupid beast. What do you not understand about this? You are unwanted. I don’t want this! I DON’T WANT YOU. I REJECT YOU!”

Tyson freezes, a cold look gathering in his eyes. “You may not want me, but you need me.” He whispers coldly. “You and I were designed for one another.”

“Leave.” I whisper.

Tyson nods and turns around, walking away. “You can find me, I will always come for you when you need me, Princess. I will always want you. And when you realize that you not only want me, but you need me, I will find you, even if you’re 85 and I lose my wolf, I will find you and show you exactly how much you are wanted.”

Tyson exits the house through the backdoor, closing the door behind him.

I hear the shredding of clothes, and a pained howl is let loose into the air and a shudder runs down my spine as heat trickles back into my skin from Tyson’s absence. I look to Chase who stands behind me, his face blank.

“He was crying.” Chase says. Without another word he walks into his room, closing the door behind him, leaving me frustrated and angry in the hallway. I trudge to the kitchen, pull out a 6-pack of beer before heading to the comfort of my bed. I see my white duvet lying on the ground and I remember its last use. I let it stay on the floor as I crawl under the top sheet and allow the cool fabric to attempt a cooling sensation on my skin to no avail. I open a bottle of Corona and begin to drink, the sweet taste of golden beer sliding down my throat. After downing three bottles, the heat seems to be the least of my worries as I drift off into a deep slumber.

I wake up, seeing my white duvet wrapped around me, the scent of cinnamon and pine nestled into my nose. I was still drowsy, but my mind tried to figure out how I had gotten my duvet back onto my bed after Tyson had pulled it off of my bed.

Tyson.

I pull away from the blanket and look around wildly. I was lying on the floor of my bedroom, sheets, empty beer bottles, and the stench of Tyson filled my senses. My head didn’t hurt, my feelings were completely blank, and all I could think about was him. I rubbed my eyes, feeling two-day old mascara blend into my face, I felt a wetness on my cheeks and I realized that silent tears were streaming from my eyes and down my face. I shake my head, wanting to feel something, to feel happiness, sadness, anything except nothingness and empty tears.

“This must be how Tyson feels.” I say out loud. His name felt weird on my lips. Like the calm before the storm, his name felt like a cold reminder of everything that had happened in the last two days.

I sigh, stand up, and stretch my legs up. I strip off my clothes, leaving my skin bare as I wrap my towel around my body and walking to my ensuite bathroom. I climb into the shower, letting the hot water pelt my skin. Soon my skin began to heat up, feeling like fire running through my veins, I turn the water off and resist the urge to let out a scream to express my pain.

I dry off when a large amount of the pain subsides. I walk into my room and fall to my knees as the pain hits me in a wave once again. I hit the duvet and suddenly the pain disappears. Instead, a warm, fuzzy feeling replaces the pain and I am able to smile in the relaxing calm of the absent pain. I take a deep breath and stand up again, pulling on underwear and a large ratty t-shirt and jean shorts. I grab a ball cap and allow my hands to robotically comb through my hair and go through my morning routine as a third wave of pain strikes my body.

“This fucking heat.” I mutter as I double over, the pain sending black spots to my eyes. I climb into my bed, the pain making my knees weaker than ever. I lay there and tense my body up for a fourth wave as it subsides. Chills push through my body and I pull the crumpled duvet off of the floor. Then the pain and cold are gone instantly.

“Tyson.” I think to myself. “This is his fault.”

As I try and regain some of my strength, I wrap the duvet around my body and walk to the kitchen where my brothers sit eating breakfast.

“This ought to be a fun day.” I lie to myself as my brothers send me awkward looks, hiding the scratches and scrapes from yesterday’s werewolf encounter by turning to their oatmeal and not making eye contact.

I step in between them hug them to my sides, grateful that they were alive and mainly unharmed.

“I love you guys so much.”

“Ugh, don’t get all mushy on us, Cass.”

“Yeah, we’re men, we don’t do the lovey-dovey thing.” Charles grins at me.

I chuckle at them and pull them closer to me. Barely I hear them mumble I love you too’s and I smile. Yesterday’s fiasco was worth every casualty to keep my boys safe. Even if that meant Tyson and I’s potential future together.