The Obsession of the Alpha Titan Brothers

Let it Out.

Lenora’s POV

Hey, you fell asleep in the office. I brought you back to your room and left you some water. If you need anything, you can come to my room.

Callum.

Well, I should go give back his coat, I tried to make an excuse, but really I just didn’t want to be alone after that dream. I got up slipping on the soft slippers and robe before making my way down the hall slowly, still slightly trembling from the dream, it didn’t make any sense. I knew what happened that day, we wrapped the curve and smashed into the stalled vehicle. It must have been more a dream than a memory. It was probably because of that journal that made me dream about that. I made it to the forest green door that had the number 109 on it. I knocked lightly.

I waited a few moments before turning around to walk away when the door opened. I flipped around and saw Callum standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, his sandy blonde hair wet and dripping down his strong jaw and down his chest that had scores of tattoos and scars that had been hidden from sight. “Oh,” I turned back away from him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean... This is yours,” I held the jacket out to him, without looking.

“Don’t worry about it, I meant to shower earlier, but got distracted,” he laughed and took the jacket from me. “I’m going to go,” I began to walk away from him, but his hand caught mine. “You seem shaken up, do you want to come in?” He asked delicately, letting go of my hand after realizing I had stopped moving away.

“Go put on some clothes,” I remained looking away.

“Will you run off if I go back into my room?” He asked with only a hint of accusation.

I turned and glared at him, he lifted his hands in surrender and backed into his room. I leaned against the wall waiting for him. I didn’t know why I felt safe with Callum, but I just needed to feel safe right now. I should tell him about who I am and why I am running, though he said he would kill the person who put the binding chains on me. I don’t want anyone to die for me.

“Come on in,” he opened the door only in gray lounge pants and a matching robe. I made my way into the room, it smelled so much like him I just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep like a little kitten.

“So what happened?” He asked, moving around me to the sitting area and pouring a cup of tea.

“Just a nightmare,” I responded quickly, not wanting to go into the full details of it. “Can I trust you?” I blurted out.

He stopped and stared at me with a concerned expression that softened. “That is only for you to decide,” he said slowly, and sat down on the couch. “If you are asking if I will turn you in, because you are the Alpha’s mate who ran away and now a large man-hunt is after you, the answer is simply no.”

He knew, I thought to myself and I walked over to the other couch and sat on it. He added, “and neither will anyone in the library.”

“Speaking of people in the library, you seem to know them well,” I studied him. “I do,” he nodded, “June has been in my family's life for generations, she's really the only reason we leave the Highlands.”

“I found this dairy,” I started. “It had a picture of my dad…” I began. “With a kid…and a woman…” I fought tears that threatened to fall.

“Len,” Callum’s voice was nearly a whisper as he came to kneel in front of me. It shocked me to hear that nickname my brother and father used to call me. “That journal is centuries old, it is not your father in the picture I promise.”

I looked at him in disbelief. “I promise I’ll explain everything to you about all of that, but not right now,” he cleaned a tear that had fallen down my cheek. “I think right now, you need a good cry.”

Cry? Did I need to cry? I felt like I had done nothing but cry lately. “No,” I protested, but felt the swelling of emotion. “You are safe, Len,” he whispered, taking my hand. “Just let it all out.” He carefully pulled me into his chest. “No,” I whimpered, trying to push away for a few moments before the sob wracked through my chest. “Why is this all happening to me?” I cried and gripped onto the robe he was wearing.

The last few months came out in a wave of emotion. My father dying, people I had trusted with my life betraying me, being bullied relentlessly, nearly dying after causing an affair of a married man, my brother is now missing, being trapped in Illyria, being held prisoner by people who claimed to love me, the only home I had known being burned to the ground. I had been starved unless eating with the men who kept me trapped and emotionally abused and manipulated me. Now I’m a fugitive being hunted. I just wanted to go home and find my brother.

Callum gently rubbed my back as I cried. His hands were calloused, but with a gentle touch it soothed me. I could feel him shifting, and feeling us moved to the couch in a more comfortable position.

My crying finally subsided. “Better?” His voice was gentle, his fingertips tracing random patterns along my skin on my back. I felt so weak in that moments and just melted into him, his sturdy heart beat lulling me to sleep.