Her Savior. His Princess.

My Alpha

I was curled up in bed, it was midnight, I could tell from the position of the full moon. The light shone through my cracked window. I'm insane. This is a stupid idea. It will only bring me more pain. I sat up, slowly, hissing at the stabbing pain in my torso. I was starting to think I might have a few broken ribs. Biting my lip, I pushed myself to my feet with my good arm.

However, my door suddenly opened so hard and fast, it slammed against the wall and nearly broke. "What are you doing awake?" Jason asked with that calm voice that caused me to quiver in fear.

"I-I was t-thirsty..." I stuttered, lowering my gaze to the floor. He was standing in the doorway so he blocked my exit. My heart was beating out of my chest because if he decided to repeat the previous night, I wouldn't be able to put up a fight or flee from here.

Thankfully for me, he seemed more sober and not in the mood to push me around right now. His eyes snapped up to meet mine and I had no choice to look at him. I was also lucky my wolf was basically nonexistent. If she had been there, he would have been able to hear my thoughts through the pack mind link. "Come with me."

I didn't want to go with him but when he grabbed my arm, I was compelled to follow. He didn't grab my bad arm, which I was thankful for, but still... He was my alpha. I have to listen to him.

Jason took me to the kitchen and surprisingly, he didn't hurt me and his grip wasn't too tight on my arm either. Of course, that didn't mean I was going to trust him right away. he was still the same man that started abusing me when I was eight. He hadn't even been the alpha yet back then. When I was eight, he was almost eighteen.

We were silent as he gently forced me to sit on a stool by the counter. I eyed him curiously, though I know there was still fear in my eyes. Last time he was this nice, it ended horribly and I hadn't been able to walk for two weeks. When he put a glass of water in front of me, I stared blankly. "You said you were thirsty." He answered, as if that was the obvious reason why he was being nice. But it wasn't.

I hesitantly took a sip before realizing just how thirsty I actually was. I downed the glass before setting it back in front of me and watching Jason in the dim light of the kitchen. He looked exhausted, maybe that's why he was doing this? Too tired to hate me?

I stood to leave but I didn’t get the chance because suddenly he grabbed my arm and yanked me back. I winced but he didn’t seem to notice or care as he threw me against the counter. I cried out in pain as my side rammed into the corner. Tears are pouring down my cheeks, the AC creating a soft breeze that makes my eyes feel as though they are burning. I am panting, feeling my nose. Blood trickles down from there. And from my forehead. My vision is blurry.

I’m trying to get away, crawling, though I’m not that fast right now. My head is pounding and the blood smell is actually fascinating. I wonder… how can vampires, or vampyrs, however you prefer it. Anyway, how can they drink this? I think I would get sick if I was them. But I guess there is something altered in their brains that causes them to like blood after they are turned. I bet they would enjoy this.

I feel a sharp pain in my ribs and grunt when he kicks me there. Goddess, why is he doing this? I thought things were getting better! Dammit, it hurts so much! “Jason!” I squeak out when he grabs my hair and yanks me up to my feet.

He growls in my ear. “You only call me Alpha. Never are you ever allowed to call me by my first name, b***h!” He grabs my throat, shoving me into a wall. I yelp because that hurt and I am already dealing with the rib injury. His eyes are filled with anger and hatred as he throws me like I weigh nothing. My small body slams into the table and I go flying off like a rag doll. I land hard on the ground, I don’t try to get up because the thought of doing so makes me ache and hurt even more. I hate this. Feeling pathetic. I want to fight back. But what even is the point?

If I were to fight back, I would definitely die. There is no question about it. I would die so bad that no one would be able to confirm my identity when it was over. And besides, I don’t stand a chance against him, I’m too weak. I can say one thing though, and it might eventually get me killed but, I will never call him my alpha. At least not to his face.