Save Me Mr. Alpha

“So what did you think of your first ball, My Queen?”

I smile up at Tyson as he escorts me away from the prying eyes in the ballroom and to the privacy of our suite. I had elected to get ready for the ball in my personal suite, away from Tyson and his sexual advances and he was more than ready to make up for lost time.

“It was beautiful.”

I wasn’t lying. Victoria had worked her magic, quite literally, to make magical flowers that glowed light purple wind their way around the vaulted ceilings of the ballroom. A fine mist of glitter and a heavenly scent drifted over the dance floor, coating everyone dancing in rays of sunshine and turning the coronation ball into a magical fairytale.

“Victoria certainly outdid herself. With your dress especially.”

“It was Cassandra’s,” I smile, thinking back to Victoria bringing me the dress.

“I’d like you to wear my daughter’s original coronation dress.”

“What? I can’t, that would be--”

“It’s the first time a descendant of ours has been Queen since Cassandra passed. I insist.”

“I still have a bone to pick with you regarding that--”

“Later my dear.”

“But--”

“Cassandra would love for you to wear it.”

“And remind me why she can’t just come and tell me that herself since apparently she can form--”

“Any power she draws for herself is pulled from the barrier and she won’t risk the safety of her people, of your people, for her to have a selfish moment with her mother or with you.”

“I know.”

“Now, let’s get you in this dress and I’ll take care of everything else.”

I look down at the beautiful light green gown that bled into a deep ruby red at the bottom of the full skirt. I felt like a flower turned on its head, but in all of the best ways. Victoria had added a little of her own magic to the dress, casting a spell over it so that beautiful gems descended down the sleeves and mimicked the mark on my hand telling Cassandra’s sad story.

A light, gold crown sat in my hair, my blonde hair curled into an elegant updo holding the crown made of intricate gold willow branches in place.

Tyson’s present of a ruby necklace with the chain made of delicate willow branches graced my neck and pulled the whole look together.

“Well you were by far the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.”

“I had better be the most beautiful woman in the room to you every night,” I tease.

“Of course, My Queen.”

2 months later...

“Tyson, help!” I scream, pain coursing through my stomach.

Tyson runs into our bedroom and stares at me, his eyes wides as I clutch my stomach.

He tears back the sheet and sees the large puddle of dark blood, his eyes turning dark at the smell.

He lifts me up and starts to run, carrying me in his arms. He runs down the hall of our suite, out the main doors, carrying me to an unfamiliar part of the castle grounds where a small cottage sits in the shadows of several pine trees.

“VICTORIA!” he roars.

The beautiful witch comes out of her home, rubbing her eyes and grumbling before she sets her eyes on me, the blood pooling between my legs now staining my light grey nightgown.

“Oh, dear!”

“What is happening to her?”

“Ugh,” I moan, my stomach lurching as I force myself away from Tyson and spew my stomach contents at Victoria’s feet.

“It must be an adverse reaction to her recent frequent shifting. Take her inside my cottage now! I’ll see what I can do.”

I wake up the next day on an over stuffed couch, my stomach hurting, my head pounding, and my legs shaking.

“Cassie,” Tyson moans as he notices my eyes opening slowly. “Cassie,” he lets out a relieved sigh and stares at me, love obvious in his hazel eyes.

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story me dear.”

“Still, I’d like to know.”

“Well, you know how werewolves heal themselves a lot faster than--”

2 years later...

After over a year of trying to conceive a child with my newly healed womb, here I was standing on the balcony outside my suite staring down at Cassandra’s willow tree, 8 months pregnant, ready to give birth to two babies any day.

Tyson was a worried mess this entire pregnancy, but I was able to escape him every now and then by staying in my suite. He stood under the balcony with Babe and my brothers as they all grumbled about me being “ridiculous” for not letting them baby me constantly.

I take in the sunshine and stare down at Cassandra’s willow tree fondly, practically feeling her eyes on me as I relish the changes life had brought me in the last 10 years.

There were many ups and downs, but everything worked out like it was supposed to.

Water trickles down my legs and I open my mouth in shock.

“Mr. Alpha, get your ass up here and help me get to the infirmary! We have two babies coming!” I link Tyson and watch his eyes widen as he sprints away from everyone else, them close on his heels as another couple of “ups” enter our lives, changing them forever.

Thank goodness that Mr. Alpha Saved Me.

The End