My Unexpected Alpha

Chapter 3: Broken

Abby:

“What now?” I breathed as I stood in front of Matt behind the club where just a few hours ago I had been so so so happy. I knew I looked a mess and I didn’t care. I was exhausted and devastated. 

Matt just stood up and walked toward me, enveloping me in his strong arms. Despite myself, I collapsed into his embrace. 

“Let me take you home. We can talk after you’ve slept.” Matt picked me up like a bride that I was now sure I would never be to anyone and carried me to a waiting black car.

…

I woke up to the sun shining through my bedroom window and to my stomach grumbling. The sun danced across the crisp white walls and twinkled off the vintage crystal chandelier on the ceiling. Feeling numb and not wanting to move, I closed my eyes and sunk deeper into my luxury bedding, trying to focus on my breath. My mind was racing. What now? The man I loved was destined to be with someone else. I had spent years - years - supporting this man. My Alpha. Just because I wasn’t his fated mate didn’t mean that I could walk away. He was still my Alpha. Werewolves couldn’t just up and leave their packs. Not without serious consequences. 

With my supernatural hearing, I could pick up the sound of someone typing on a keyboard. The literal last person I wanted to see was sitting in my living room. Delaying this wasn’t going to make it easier. Sighing, I rolled out of bed and threw my strawberry blonde hair up into a messy bun on top of my head. I walked into the living room and straight past Matt (who was indeed the source of the typing noise) to the gold bar cart. After pouring a stiff drink, I turned around to face him.

“Seems a little early for straight scotch.” Matt said, looking me directly in the eyes, a small smile on his face. Even in my anger, I could feel my body starting to betray me.

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” Was that the lamest response I could offer? Yes. Yes it was. 

“I’m sorry, Abby.”

“You’re sorry about what?” I replied, mustering my courage to stare him down as I took a sip of my scotch. I needed everything in my life moving forward to be crystal clear. I couldn’t play any guessing games. I couldn’t have any ambiguity. 

Matt’s eyes never left mine as he took a deep breath and exhaled, “I’m sorry that you aren’t my mate. And I’m sorry that I don’t know where that puts us.”

“What do you mean you don’t know where that puts us? You’re my f*****g Alpha.” I spat back.

“I know. And I know that I’ve relied on you too much. And it can’t be that way moving forward. For the good of the pack. For your good, Abby.”

I knew he was right and I was still furious. All that I had done for him. Matt came to me before Beta Dillon. I was the one he called when he needed counsel. I was the one who organized his social events and visited the schools and hospital. Who arranged diplomatic visits and the details of hosting guests. I was the one who comforted him after a bad day. It was what a Luna did. And I had been playing that role for the past year! Not because I wanted the power, but because I loved him! And I loved our pack. 

I turned and threw my glass of scotch against the wall, shattering it, before falling to the floor in tears. I had never felt so weak and broken before. 

Matt was at my side almost instantly, pulling me into his embrace.

“Don’t touch me.” I growled through my tears.