Save Me Mr. Alpha

It seemed strange to be back in a place that I had dreamed about so often and yet still resent it. I knew Tyson was happier than he had been in a long time when I felt his emotions rising and falling in my chest throughout the next few days.

As days past, I found myself trapped in a new kind of prison, one free of James’ restrictions, rules, and punishments, yet I still felt like I was trapped with new ones. While I was allowed to come and go, I forced myself to hide anytime Tyson, his mother, or anyone else came to my door. It was a rule put in place by myself, but still a rule nonetheless. I knew that while I was free to roam the house and the gardens, I wasn’t allowed to go past the tree line. The line of armed guards was enough to make me not want to, but the looks they gave me, looks of pity or anger or sadness were enough to force me into hiding in the large house.

Every now and then Tyson would come and sit outside the door of what I called the “Gardenia Room” to try and get me to talk, but I wouldn’t say a word. A couple of times he’d whisper secrets in his head that would carry over to me, but I would never admit that his words filled me with something other than disgust or fear.

“She’s still so beautiful.”

“I just want to look at her beautiful face and see her have some other emotion than fear written in her eyes.”

“Where did she get her scars from?”

His words did help, but the fear would always be present.

A knock comes at the door and I say nothing, make no movement to open it.

“Cassie, open this door this instant.” A voice snaps at the other side. I ignore it, curling into a tighter ball on the armchair and look outside the window to the Juliet balcony.

“Sassy Cassie, I will force myself in this room if you don’t let me in.” He snaps again. I turn to the door, realizing who it is. I take a deep breath before standing up and walking to the door.

“Babe?”

“Open the door!”

I slowly open the door and my friend reveals himself with a slight frown on his face.

“Come back to Northbrooke and don’t say a word to your best friend, huh?” he growls playfully. I open my door all the way and eye him.

Babe looks different. He’s no longer the lean and skinny man I once knew. He was still massively tall, but the amount of muscle he had built made me question his use of steroids.

“Babe, I’m sorry I just--”

Babe doesn’t say a word as he pulls me into a hug. I try not to flinch at the movement as he holds me tightly and I feel a wetness hitting the top of my head.

“You never have to apologize to me, Cass.” Babe whispers. He finally lets me go and takes in my appearance.

“You’ve lost weight,” he mutters.

“It looks like you’ve gained everything I lost,” I try to joke.

“What?” Babe says. He looks down at himself and realizes, “Oh yeah, the change. Your ma--Tyson allowed me to join the pack and I recently was upgraded to his gamma so with the title change and royalty status comes the power.”

“I never thought you two would be close...”

“Well, never closer than you and I, sweetheart. Now, let’s get something to eat.”

“I’m not really hungry.”

“Not even for some Dave’s Diner chicken?” he asks.

My mouth waters at the thought of the small town diner in the middle of town until I realize that it is indeed in the middle of town and I would be forced to see everyone. Or worse, have them see me.

“I’m fine.”

“You have to get out of this house, you’re not a prisoner.”

“I’m not really--”

“It’s the people isn’t it. You’re afraid they’ll look at you.”

My eyes snap to him in shock, surprised he could know so immediately what was wrong.

“You hide your scars from even yourself, it’s no surprise you’d try and hide them from everyone else too.”

“I-I don’t, I mean--”

“If I promised that we wouldn’t run into anyone would you go?”

I pause, “Even Tyson?”

“Even Tyson. He’s my boss, not a dictator. Besides, as the Queen Luna--” My face must’ve gone green as he quickly finishes, “you’re just as much my boss, moreso in fact as you’re my friend first.”

I ponder the situation before slowly nodding.

“We can go. As long as NO ONE sees us.”

Babe drives a white SUV into town. It was silent, but I was thoroughly enjoying the quietness, no one forcing me to speak if I didn’t want to first. I knew Babe wanted to ask me about the scars he saw when my shirt had slid up as we got out of the car, but he was silent.

We entered the diner that was unusually empty and was greeted by a young waitress. She nodded at Babe, muttering “Gamma” under her breath before nodding at me, not looking any higher than my feet.

“Is she...?”

“A werewolf? No. She’s mated to one though so she knows the hierarchy and heard the... request to vacate the city for a meeting.”

“You told everyone to leave?” I ask.

Babe shifts uncomfortably and I knew. “Tyson used some Alpha order or something. You told him via your mind thing that I would come to town if no one was here.” I answer.

Babe looks down, “He’s been worried about you which is why I wasn’t allowed to come and visit until today.”

“I know.” I whisper.

“You do?”

“He sleeps outside my door every night.” It was true, he tried to be quiet but as soon as he was within 20 feet of me, I always knew he was there.

“He hasn’t had a good night of sleep in a long time. He’s concerned about you, it’s just the mate bond--”

“I never asked for a mate.” I snap.

Babe looks at me, “Well he did. And so did I.”

I stare at him confused.

“Do you remember what it first felt like when you left?” He asks. “The pain?”

I look down, but nod.

“He’s felt that times 100. I felt that times a thousand when my mate died.”

I was silent as my friend looks at me, “I asked for a mate, knowing that if she rejected me or died that it would practically kill me. Yet I still chose her. I always will. Tyson has had time and time again to reject you like you did to him before you left so he could live without the pain that you’ve both been feeling, but he knew that if he did that he would never feel right again. Ever. He asked for a mate and he knew what that meant.”

“I-I just can’t. I didn’t want this. Any of it.”

“But you have it, so what are you going to do now?

After lunch at the diner, Babe drove me back to the house where I retreated back into my room. I stayed there throughout dinner and just laid in bed thinking about the past three years since I had found out about the world of werewolves and mates and... Tyson.

I could feel him there, he was waiting outside of my door, not making a sound. The continuous heat that ran in my body was gone and replaced by small rivers of electricity running down my body. I was able to relax, to properly think. I heard shifting and knew he was getting himself comfortable on the floor outside.

Not thinking, I stand. I walk to the door and look at the brass door handle, thinking carefully. I twist the knob and am surprised at myself to find me unlocking the door and peering out into the hallway.

I was more surprised to see that rather than Tyson sitting outside was a large brown wolf. He was curled up against the wall, his eyes closed. I knew without even having to check that it was Tyson. I bend down slowly and put my hand on the beast’s back, running my fingers through the thick fur. I check to make sure it’s still sleeping before sitting on the floor and leaning against the door frame.

“I’m so confused...” I whisper, petting the wolf that took up most of the hallway. The wolf takes in a deep breath and I pull back, startled at the movement. It lets out a small whimper and shuffles on the floor to get me to touch him again, still fast asleep on the floor. I go and pet him again before feeling the peace of sleep taking over my body as I curl up in the warmth of the wolf’s fur.

“INTRUDERS!” a voice yells in my ear, forcing me awake.

No longer was I asleep on the floor, but I was back in the comfort of my bed, making me realize that the night before was only a dream thankfully. Voices yell as I spring from my bed and to the window to see what the commotion outside was about. I open the balcony doors and see a flurry of activity as two familiar faces try to force their way into the house.

My brothers stand below, furious expressions on their face as they try and run to the house. They look up at the sound of the balcony doors opening and smile at me as angry guards surround them.

“Chase! Charles!” I scream, watching in horror as the guards start to close in on my brothers.

"Enough!" I screech as men lunge at the twins who were threatening to enter the house. The wolves in the yard get down on their knees and bare their necks to me as I scream at them to stop. ”LET THEM IN!" I roar.

My brothers grin at each other as the guards step back and let them in to the house. I run down the stairs haphazardly, my chest burning as I race to them. I had barely left my room since arriving so I was not surprised that I was fairly out of shape.

My brothers stand in the dining room, having entered from the backyard, and I run to them, clutching them to me as tears start to run down my face. “Boys,” I cry out, holding them to me. I collapse to my knees and they quickly follow me as I hold them close to me and let out my frustration and pain in my tears.

After about 20 minutes, I move to dry my tears and see that they have been crying as well.

“Oh, guys, why are you crying?” I ask, sniffling. “Why are you here?”

“We told you we were coming back to visit--”

“And once we figured out you’d been kidnapped from James--”

“We came as soon as we could--”

“To rescue you!”

The boys stumble over one another and I flinch at the mention of James.

“Guys, I’m fine. He didn’t steal me from James, well not really--”

“Where is Mr. Bergson, we’d really like to kick his ass and--”

“Shush.” I hiss. “He’s a powerful werewolf you can’t exactly expect to hurt him, now can you?

“Maybe we can’t, but we can help you escape...” Charles mutters.

I sigh, knowing that what I was about to say was going to hurt my brothers, but they needed to know.

“Boys, I left James.”

Silence as they stare at me in confusion, “I chose to leave.” I say softly. “He wasn’t a good man. Not anymore at least. He—”

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?”

I look down at my hands now sitting in my lap before looking up at them.

“It doesn’t matter what he did, because here he can’t hurt me. Tyson wouldn’t allow it.” I don’t mention that it’s probably because James is dead, but I don’t want that knowledge to haunt them. I already felt guilty enough that I didn’t care that he was probably dead because of me.

The boys share a look and I can tell that they’ll be planning to ask that question again and find out the whole story at a later date. I didn’t blame them, I’d probably do the same thing, older sister instincts and all. “Do you want to stay here?” One of them asks.

I look around the spacious house and think about the past few weeks and even the past few years that I had been gone, “I’m not exactly sure.”

I stand up and the boys quickly follow as I walk to the window and look out at the massive garden where the guards clean up the broken furniture and tousled plants from my brother’s sudden appearance. The yard is beautiful and out of the corner of my eye I see Tyson walk into the backyard talking to Babe for an update on the disturbance probably. My eyes wander across the profile of Tyson’s face and then his back as he turns to help the guards clean up the mess. Tingles fill my body as I watch him.

“I don’t know what I want.” I whisper. At that my brothers each grab one of my hands as we look out the window in a calm silence.

Tyson takes a step back and is close enough for tingles to spread down my body. He stiffens and I know he feels the ripples of energy on his skin as well. He turns to Babe to say something but looks back to the house. Our eyes meet momentarily before I turn away and walk up to my room, my brothers in tow.

I hear a howl and ripping clothing before I turn back and watch a familiar brown wolf running away from the house, and me, a howl of pain running from his mouth. I sigh sadly, wondering if I’ll ever be able to accept the “soul mate” that he claimed to be.

A little shorter (sorry), but I’m trying to be better about updating my Wattpad works vs being depressed about my first full original novel getting rejected by publishers left and right... but what can a girl do except pray and move forward? I hope you enjoy this story and let me know what you think!