Save Me Mr. Alpha

I stayed in my room listening to my brothers blabber about their time in Europe until dinner came. Both boys complained of hunger to me so I finally relented to dining downstairs since I knew the after effects of food when they were still in high school and I’d rather not be trapped in a small room with them afterwards. It did not smell pleasant.

I had been smiling most of the day as they told me about their antics and adventures in London with Charles mentioning a girl’s name and a blush blossoming across his cheeks making me squeal at the thought of one of my baby brothers falling in love.

“Shut up, Cass, it’s not that big of a deal,” he says, shoving me as we enter the kitchen.

A growl fills the kitchen at the action and before I can even look up my brothers and several others spring into action, jumping in front of me to keep me from whoever had growled at me. I look up and see that it’s Tyson growling, his eyes fixed on Chase who had pushed me at the joke.

My two brothers and two people I didn’t recognize had gone to my defense immediately at the thought of a threat and my heart warmed at the idea that these strangers cared enough about me to stand between me and their Alpha without a second of hesitation.

“Boys, it’s alright.” I mutter under my breath, glaring at Tyson. My mind flashes back to the reason I left three years ago, my threat to Tyson if anything happened to my boys. “If anything happens to my brothers, I will never forgive you. Ever.”

I can tell the same thought must be running through his mind as well as he stands down, bowing his head to me and a couple of shocked gasps come from a couple of women who I now see standing in the corner of the kitchen.

"He submitted to her,” a voice whispers in my ear. I know immediately that the women must be sharing thoughts and somehow forgot to block me from hearing. That or they didn’t know that I was able to listen in somehow.

“My brothers and I just came down to dinner unless that is unacceptable,” I say coldly. Tyson sighs.

“It’s fine, I’m sorry if I upset you, I was just concerned.”

“They are my brothers; they will not hurt me. If anything happens to them while they are visiting me, I will kill anyone who touches them.” My voice is hard, unwavering as I look around the room. All of the people except Tyson in the room turn and show me the sides of their necks. I look on in confusion before Tyson answers my unasked question.

“They’re submitting to their Quee--Lu--to you.” He stumbles, unsure of what to say so I don’t react violently as I had before.

“Fine. Can we please go to the kitchen so I can feed my monsters?”

“Hey!” The boys cry out in indignation, “We’re not monsters!” they say together.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms, walking towards the kitchen, careful to avoid going anywhere near Tyson. I could feel the sparks from being so close, but I still am careful to avoid him. Last night’s dream was too much for me to handle as it was.

I start looking through the cabinets again before finding a family favorite and start preparing to make mac and cheese for the boys and I.

I can feel eyes following my every movement and I can tell it’s more than just Tyson watching me. I don’t even look up as I calmly say, ”Leave.” I hear multiple people leave the room and it’s just Tyson, the boys, and I left in the kitchen.

“So tell me about Lilliana,” I start, looking down at the pot of water waiting for bubbles to appear to signal it’s boiling.

“She’s great, Chase even likes her and she seems really sweet and she’s a riot at the bar--” I lift my head up and cock an eyebrow at my brother, giving him a hard look.

Chase elbows his brother and shoots me a charming smile, pleading me to change the conversation.

I start to speak, not thinking about the implication of my words, “We are not spending thousands of dollars to send you to school--”

“Sis, it’s not like it’s costing you anything except plane tickets,” Charles chuckles. “We’re in college and...”

He stops as I stumble backwards, the pot of water crashing to the floor and hot splashes of water narrowly missing my feet.

“What?” I whisper. “What do you mean it’s not costing me anything-- I mean, James and I--”

A growl fills the room at the mention of my former fiancé. “He’s been paying for his education and--”

The boys look at each other in confusion, “What? No, we’re on scholarship. Didn’t he tell you when the school called him and told him he’d be getting a refund?”

“W-What?”

“That doesn’t matter, right now. Cassie, step back, there’s hot water too close to your feet,” a calming voice whispers. I look up and see Tyson from his place in the corner.

“I-I just don’t--” I take a deep breath, calming myself, promising to call the school at a later time to get to the bottom of this. “You’re right.” I tell Tyson.

Everyone looks surprised at my words. I bend down slowly and grab a towel hanging from the front of the stove. I begin to mop up the water and quickly my brothers pick up the pot and gingerly take the hot towels away and into the nearby sink.

“Today has been a really long morning, I think I’m gonna go lay down and take a nap.”

“But FOOD--”

“I’ll send someone for food, whatever you’d like.” Tyson interrupts, looking at my brothers. For once I wish he’d look me in the eye and as though he was reading my mind, he turns to look at me.

“Pizza!” Chase says excitedly, “Preferably pepperoni, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“I’ll get them settled and rooms for as long as they’d like. Katie will be here soon with the pizza.”

“But how--”

“Werewolf mind link thing--” I say before Charles can finish his question. Once again they all look at me in confusion, shock on their faces.

“When I moved away from Woodchester I did a bit of research online when I couldn’t-- it doesn’t matter, I’m sure I was right, 20 werewolf fanfics can’t be wrong.” I snap, glaring at them before storming off and away from their curious looks.

I return to the gardenia bedroom and collapse in my bed, emotionally exhausted but not quite physically or mentally. I turn on my side and look at the wall and notice the crumpled notebook Tyson had given me to read. I sit up and look down at the floor, debating on whether I want to reopen this can of worms. It wouldn’t necessarily bring me peace. But then again, it could.

December 2017: Mom thinks I’ve lost it. She thinks that my denial of Cassie leaving means that the kingdom is weak. She called me a weak king, practically insinuated that I was like... him. I laughed at her, I laughed at my mother and called her crazy and threw her out of my presence. Not my best move, but then again, mother has always told me to push back when you know you’re doing the right thing and people fight against it. I might be crazy. Crazy. Confused. Depressed. It’s all the same. Right? Tomorrow is Christmas and I couldn’t last one more day without seeing her. I drove out to the city and waited outside her house, hidden in an alley. I didn’t want her to see me, she’d be so scared and upset and I don’t want her to feel that. I just want Cassie to be happy. So deliriously happy that I don’t feel the pangs of loneliness and worry she projects to me. She came out of her townhouse, looking like an absolute goddess on the arm of that prick ‘Jameson.’ What a joke. He thinks he’s so high and mighty to have her. If only he knew how lucky he was. She was glowing in her dress, a green velvet dress that showed her sweet little bump that she had one hand on at all times. She was radiating love and happiness. Everything that I wanted for her. She has it. Maybe it’s time to say goodbye to my Princess.

I take a deep breath, pausing from my reading, worrying about what he would say next. I knew what happened, at least in my own life that is, and I was afraid that reading what had happened through his eyes would kill me. I take a deep breath before forging on.

January 2018: It’s a new year, a new me? Whatever cliche comes to a human’s mind for the new year didn’t seem to apply to me when I woke up on January 1st this year. What did cross my mind was that I needed to run. I needed to let out my wolf so badly I couldn’t stand it. I went for a run today, a long one. At the very end my mind was almost completely clear, everything was gone except for the thought of her. Cassie was happy, today was the day to let go. I knew it. Everyone knew it. I went to her treehouse to say the words. It was the only place that felt right. I saw her friend, Wilbur or something like that, at the edge of the field on my way up. He didn’t say anything, but his face said everything. I could see it there, written on his soul. He knew what I was about to do, he didn’t want me to, he wish he had a mate. Or maybe still had a mate? I had to leave his presence immediately so I climbed up into the treehouse. It was familiar, I had been there quite a bit over the last few months as it felt like her. It had long lost the smell of her, but it was calming and was able to lure me to sleep as I imagined the last time I had been there with her in my arms. The best night of my life. I was just about to say the words when something happened. Something was wrong. My chest was tight and I couldn’t breath. What was going on? I was fine, I felt fine... Cassie. Something’s wrong with Cassie. I shifted in the treehouse in my panic to get to her, I obliterated one wall jumping out of the damned tree house, wood splinters everywhere. I ran and ran and ran until I was at the pack house. I changed and hopped into a car waiting for me. My mom sat in the passenger seat, insisting she had to be with me. I drove the four hours to the city in under three, speeding the entire time, swearing, cursing, looking for my beautiful mate. Something is wrong. I remember getting to her house. I was about to get out of the car and break down the door when he got home. He went inside so casually that I knew he didn’t know that something was wrong. Minutes later I heard him scream, calling for an ambulance. Cassie’s pain was so strong, mom had to remind me about where we were so that I didn’t charge in. Everything in my body was begging me to go to her, to help her. She needed me. Minutes passed and an ambulance showed up, medics rushed in and it felt like an eternity when I saw the face of my beloved coming out of the townhouse, her body pale on the stretcher. Tears streamed down her face and she clutched her stomach. She was pale. So, so pale. I could smell the metallic tint of blood. The medic team , Jameson, and my mate sped off, sirens blaring. I wished to follow, but there was nothing I could do until she was taken care of. I went into her house, following the smell of blood until I found the source. A huge pool of blood was soaked into the carpet. A tray of food had crashed to the floor and was long cold. She must’ve been laying here for hours while what’s-his-face was at work. I remember screaming, letting out my anger, my pain, my loss. I remember my mother following me upstairs and holding me in her arms while I sobbed for Cassie. She grabbed a blanket from the bed and enveloped me in Cassie’s scent while I grasped at the straws of my remaining sanity and pulled myself together. I looked around the room where Cassie had been hurt. And then I saw it. A ratty, tattered blanket that looked like it hadn’t been washed in a year. I went over to it and smelled it, inhaling deeply, catching the faintest of my own scent. Mom asked me why I was smiling. That was when I knew, I couldn’t reject Cassie. Never would I. Because she missed me just as much as I missed her and someday she would come back to me. Mom drove me to the hospital where I was sure Cassie was. Her pain was numbed, from what I assumed were drugs or anesthetics, but I could still smell her delicious scent amongst the dank and disgusting hospital tones. My mom stood watch at the door, as I found a moment to sneak into her hospital room. I had overheard the doctors giving the news to her fiancé about the baby. She was gone and Cassie’s reproduction system was torn, leaving little room for her to have future children. I sat down next to my beautiful mate. She was unconscious in the bed and I just held her hand and cried over her loss. Over our loss. And for all of the pain she was feeling. I loved her so much and this was something that I knew was going to kill her when she woke.

I had to stop reading. my chest heaving, my body filling with pain as I began to sob. I sobbed for my child. I sobbed for Tyson. I sobbed for myself. My tears overwhelming me as I cried for everything that I had lost on that tragic day. The door opens and soft steps pad across the floor, filling me with tingles throughout my body. Tyson picks me up and hugs me to his body as I wrap my arms around his body, sobbing for everything I could never have. Ever.