My Alpha, My Protector

Chapter Three - Complications

A week had gone by since I’d gone to the prisoner’s cell. All attempts at getting information from him regarding Lucien had failed. Heather was still in a coma and my quest in finding more information concerning her background had proven useless. All I’d been greeted with was one dead end after another. I knew that Lucien was human and I also knew, that after a thorough examination , Brenda had determined that Heather was in fact a werewolf. She should’ve been healing faster but she wasn’t. She had received a bullet to her torso and one to her head. So it was no surprise there. Her chance of survival was minimal and I’d been informed by Dr. Sever , our pack doctor, that should she survive this, there was a huge possibility that she would not be the same. The possibility of memory loss and her ability to function as normal hang in the balance. There was nothing I could do to help and I felt helpless. What bothered was the fact that I wasn’t free to love Heather. I couldn’t tell anyone that I thought she might be a rogue. Or that she was engaged to a human, who also happened to take pleasure in murdering the innocent. I couldn’t even tell my Beta this and it was eating me up inside. Rick and I had been friends since we were pups and there weren't any secrets between us. We knew everything about each other. If I needed him he was always there. He was full of wisdom and to be quite honest I don’t know what I’d ever do without him. And now I needed him but I just couldn’t tell him the reason why.

I looked a mess. My eyes were blood shot from lack of sleep and I still hadn’t gotten around to shaving my beard. I was standing over Heather staring down at her, when I heard the door open. I lazily turned my head around and there was my beta staring at me deep in thought. There was no denying that he was worried about me.

“Hey man..” he said. “Pack’s starting to worry about you..”

I really couldn’t blame them I thought. For the past few months their one concern had been that I was getting older and had not found my mate. As far as they were concerned a pack couldn’t function without it's Luna. And now this... I’d been gone for weeks on end. Running between pack duties and the pack clinic. I was barely eating, hardly slept and I probably stank. There was no telling that I had lots on my mind. It was quite obvious. So I understood why they would worry.

“I’m good man...” I let the words drag out of my lips and again turned to stare down at Heather. My heart cried out for her to wake. I needed to know... who was she?

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Rick’s POV

I watched as Dom turned to stare at the patient lying down on the bed. I really did not understand his obsession with her. She had no identity. That is not until she was awake and could tell us. The prisoner had not been co operative and after that day in the dungeon with Dom he had pretty much sealed his lips. All we knew was that this woman’s name was Heather and she was a werewolf. I thought back to the night Dominique had returned to the pack house with her. That fateful night, he had been pretty agitated. Due to concerns from the people, the pack board had called for a meeting. The people wanted a Luna and had no trouble voicing their opinion. In response, the Alpha, Dominique Perosa had stormed out of the pack conference room and burst into the forest. I didn’t blame him though. Were it up to him I’m sure the alpha would have chosen a mate already. Sadly, whilst every other male his age had mated, the alpha was still alone. Except when he returned that night, the alpha was not alone and seemed quite desperate crying out for help, as a woman's life laid in the balance. Ever since that night he had never been the same. There was little to no interest in pack activities and he spent most of his days in the clinic. Hell, he was not even concerned about himself and the people were starting to worry.

But their worry had not started there. Their worry and concern was long over due and I feared for him. Which brings me back to why I was there. A storm was brewing and the people had demanded a meeting. If Dom was not careful he would no longer be the Alpha of the South River pack.

“Dom, the people have called for a meeting. It’s kind of last minute. But it’s pretty much clear what they want..”

I watch as he lazily lifts his head

“Let me guess.. they want me out?”

“Yes but Dom  you know the board still has the final say. And I’m always gonna be in your corner. .. just that they feel like it's time you mated. ..”

“Damb it Rick!” He boomed. “ you know I’ve no control over when I find my mate! This is not how it works... this is on the moon goddess not me! She’s the one who..!”

He cursed and stopped himself. Still, the dominance in his voice did not scare me. I knew that he had not spoken as the alpha but as a man who was frustrated. My respect for him was undeniable and I nodded my head.

“Look Rick, you’re my beta man.. but I can’t deal with this s**t right now.. so you go handle it ..”

I sighed in resignation. I for one knew my alpha well enough. After all he was my best friend. I sensed that there was a lot going on that Dom was not telling me. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t hurt. I just knew whatever it was he’d tell me in his own time. All there was left for me to do was support him and I was going to do just that. As I turned my back to leave, I stole one final glance at him. He was standing in the same posture as when I first walked him, his head bent, staring down at the woman. Finally, I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me.