Save Me Mr. Alpha

I stare at the man before me, asking me to kiss him.

“No.”

He sighs. “Fine, at least help me get into my car, tonight when I’m healed I’ll return and we can talk.”

“No.”

“Just come.”

“I don’t know you, Mr. Bergson, and after witnessing what I just saw, I don’t feel safe leaving with you alone.”

He sighs again. “Alright.”

I pause, shocked at his reaction. “You’re not going to force me to go with you?”

“No, after seeing and feeling what you can to do to a grown werewolf, and seven others at the same time, I think it’s smart to let you take care of yourself. Besides, you’ll just resist anyways, right? Run away again?”

“Your...friends let me leave, handed me the keys even.” I defend.

“You’re their Luna, they’re obligated to serve you, no matter the cost, unless it defies the Alpha’s order, but when the Luna is hurt or injured, her needs are the Pack’s primary concerns, and that is why you were easily able to defeat me and take my pride and joy out of the Pack grounds.” He grins. “My—Our, pack can’t hurt you. It is physically impossible; you will always be safe from pain with our pack members around you. And with me, you will always be safe.”

My head swims. I hear shuffles around me and remember that Tyson and I have an audience. Tyson holds his arms out for his men to pick him up, the duvet falls and once again I am given a full display of his nudity. My face lights up in a blush and my stomach begins to do somersaults.

“I’ll get you some shorts.” I mutter. Tyson smirks, but doesn’t say anything, an eyebrow quirked at my interest in his nude male anatomy.

I go to guestroom and pull a pair of men’s shorts from the bottom drawer of a rarely used cupboard. I take them back to my room and hand them to Tyson. He looks at them, sniffing them, and in the back of his throat he lets out a low growl. I blink, shocked at the noise and his ability to make it.

He doesn’t say a word, but I suddenly feel embarrassed.

“Cass,” a voice moans. I look down and see Charles and Chase stirring. Tyson quickly pulls on the shorts without a word. Chase sits up and looks around the room.

“What happened?” He cocks his head and looks at Tyson holding my duvet.

“Who are you?” He spots Katie and shoots her a wink. “And who are you?”

“Shush.” I warn him, shooting him the evil eye.

“Chase, Dude what happened?” Charles complains. He sits up and his eyes are drawn around the room like Chase’s, he lingers over Katie, but then his eyes go wide at Tyson.

“Why are you wearing those?” Charles growls. He jumps to his feet and lunges at Tyson. “TAKE THEM OFF!”

“Charles!” I shriek. The men jump to Tyson’s defense, growling at Charles.

“TAKE THEM OFF!” Charles snaps, Chase restrains his twin. I push Tyson and the men out of the room.

“Go! Now!” I snap. They leave my room and I see Charles and Chase arguing. Charles’ face turns red and he jumps on Chase and they start to wrestle on the floor. I roll my eyes and allow Chase to straighten out his brother.

I go into the living room where Tyson and his men whisper in low voices.

“What the hell just happened?” Katie asks me, her eyes wide and searching my face frantically.

“I’m sorry, but you need to leave.” I tell them, pointing at the door.

“What’s wrong with him?” One of the other men ask. Tyson looks at me, down at his borrowed shorts, and back up to me, his eyebrow quirked, his eyes asking the question everyone wanted to ask. “Does he need to be handled?” The man cracks his knuckles loudly and I sneer at him.

“Touch him and you’ll have bullets in your balls.” I snarl.

“Sorry, Luna.”

“Don’t call me that ridiculous name.”

“It is your title, Princess.” Tyson says, his pet name grating of my nerves. “What just happened in there?” he asks, referring to my brother’s violent outbreak.

“Nothing.”

He looks at me with a steely, curious gaze, and I feel my chest fill with pain.

“The shorts you’re wearing, they were my father’s, our parents died in a car accident. He doesn’t like to see anything to remember them, too many memories, too many open wounds.” I say softly. “Please leave, it won’t help to see you in those shorts.” I mumble, looking down.

Tyson nods and then suddenly, the men and women leave. He nears me, no longer needing the help of his friends to stand, but I don’t question it.

“I’m better, I’ll stay.” He argues.

“You need to leave.” I respond immediately.

“Either I stay or we go for a drive and discuss today’s events, Princess.”

“Don’t call me that, Mr. Bergson.”

“Don’t call me that.” He mocks.

I sigh, putting my hand up to my temple.

“I’ll go.”

“Great!” he seems surprised at my answer “You’re reacting a lot better than I thought you would honestly and--“, I point at the door, ignoring his statement and retreat back into my room to where my brothers are. They lay on the ground, panting and huffing, tears dripping from Charles’ eyes and Chase rubs his back. I take a deep breath and sit down with them. They hug me tightly and we all begin to cry. Tears slip from our eyes and shudders and shakes wrack our bodies as the grief empties from us.

I take a deep breath and try and control my crying. “I’m going to go with Tyson for a drive and figure out what is going on...”

“Is that HIS name?” Charles spits out, his eyes hard and angry. “The beast?”

“Yes, and be nice, we don’t know him.” I say softly, thinking about the man who transformed into a beast, moments before.

“He’s an animal!” Chase let’s out a gasp.

“I don’t have a choice!” I snap, rubbing my temples. “It’s that or having to worry about covering up a murder that my brothers committed.”

“We don’t know him? Be nice? Coming from the girl who went all ninja-ape-shit on his ass this morning at the stadium, it sounds a bit hypocritical.” Charles rolls his eyes. We’re silent for another moment, and then we all begin to laugh. Tears followed by laughter, that was the Meyers way I guess.

“I will be back tonight, safe and sound,” I sigh. “We will figure this out, like we always do.” I think of everything Mr. Bergson has said and my head begins to spin.

“What should we do?”

I smile softly. “Clean the floors you rubbed your cleats on.”

They groan and leave the room. I quickly take a moment to change out of the bloody clothes that I’d been wearing in the car accident and into comfortable jeans, fuzzy socks, Birkenstocks, and a pullover from my University days.

I grab my house keys, pepper spray, and my wallet as I exit. The pepper spray is a precautionary measure, after what I had seen today, it didn’t hurt to be prepared. The very fact that I was going with this madman seemed insane to me, but I couldn’t seem to say no to Tyson Bergson.

He befuddled me, and I didn’t like that at all.

I leave my house, closing the door behind me, the familiar latch of the lock giving me a serene feeling for my brother’s safety. Tyson might have broken the chain, but at least the rest of the door was undamaged. He leans up against his Mustang, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, his shirtless chest. He stands in my father’s shorts, a pair of Nikes thrown on his feet, a smug grin on his face.

“You changed, for me.”

“I changed because I had blood all over my other clothes.” I respond coolly, he frowns, but nods.

“Katie will be severely punished for hurting my mate, the future Luna of the pack; that will not happen again, I am sorry, Princess.” He bows his head in shame. “My own sister causing my Mate to get into an accident, that’s simply unforgiveable.” He mumbles.

“It wasn’t her fault; it was the deer’s for jumping into the road.” I argue. “Can we just go? I want to get this over with.”

He looks up, a smoldering look in his eyes. My stomach clenched at his gaze. “You mean you just want to be alone with me.” He tries to reprise my former statement, his light hazel eyes tugging at my compassion for his feelings.

“No. I meant what I said.” I stand firm, my stomach clenches painfully. Tyson sighs, an odd look in his eyes. He opens the passenger door and steps aside to allow me to climb in. I shake my head defiantly.

“I’m driving. I don’t trust you to bring me back to my brothers.” I state openly.

Tyson doesn’t argue like I was expecting. He instead nods, goes to the driver’s side, opens the door, and allows me to get in. He hands me the key and walks around. I start the car up and I realize that I could drive away, leaving Tyson in my dust, he hasn’t gotten in the car yet, I could just do what I do best. I could run. Tyson bends down and looks in the open passenger window, his hazel eyes reading my every thought.

“I would find you. I will always find you. Now that I have you, I’m not lettingyou go ever again.”