My Possessive Alpha

Chapter 16: Scared

It has been really nice to spend this much time with Mat and his family. But even when I’m having the time of my life, I still worry.

We are in the living room all gathered around. Bianca is telling me some baby stories about Mat and the others and we are all laughing and enjoying each other’s company. I look at the big clock on the right and notice that its almost 10 o’clock. “Can I be excused for a moment?” I asked as I get up from Mat’s lap. They all look at me with curious looks on their faces.

“You okay?” Mat asked

“I’m fine, I just need to make a quick phone call” I say and Mat nods his head in understanding. I walk up the stairs and into his old room. I take out my phone from my back pocket and press his phone number.

“You are a little late on this phone call” The voice from the other side said as soon as he picked up.

“I lost track of time” I let out a breath. “Any news?”

“Same old. You should really think of the possibility that he died” He paused and continued. “You know that wolves that go rouge don’t last very long alone, especially if they have been born and raised into a pack” He said.

“I know, but I can’t give up on him, you know I loved him”

“I know, but it’s been 6 years”

“I know. Thanks for the information anyways” I say with a sad tone on my voice. I end the phone call and turn around, and the last thing I expected was right in front of me. Mat was furious his wolf fangs were elongating and so were his claws. This is not good. Especially if he heard the part of ‘I loved him’.

“Who was that on your phone?”

“What are you doing here?”

“WHO. WAS. THAT. ON. THE. PHONE?”

“I-“ I can’t form a congruent sentence. My mind is running three miles per hour. What part of my conversation did he hear? What is crossing his mind right now?

At my lack of answering his question Matthew rips my phone from my hand and looks at the screen, but I had just blocked it right before he snatched it from my grip. He looks up from the phone screen and into my eyes, his eyes were pitch black. This was not good. His eyes hold no emotion, his wolf was near the surface and I’m scared. I have never seen him act this way before, and specially not towards me. He comes closer and takes a hold of both my wrists.

His grip around my wrists, brings back memories that I thought I will never have to even think of about if I was around Matthew. But I was wrong. My father used to hold my wrists exactly like Matthew is doing when I refused or fought back at him. He would hold them with such force that I thought that eventually they would break. And seeing Matthew do this to me right now is hurting like hell. I let out a small whimper and he lets go of my wrists. I take this to my advantage and run straight to the bathroom and lock myself in.

“OPEN THIS DOOR, THIS INSTANT” As he spoke does words, I let out a whimper and made myself smaller, holding my legs and arms very tightly. I hear Mat let out a frustrated growl and I hear his retracting footsteps, as he gets to the room’s door, he closes it with such force that I think I heard it crack.

Matthew’s POV

I close the door of my old room with such force, I’m pretty sure it broke. I walk down the stairs mumbling things, to myself. I walk pass the living room and my family gives me curious looks, I growl at them as a warning to them to not follow me nor to ask me what was wrong with me. I walk out of the house and transform into my wolf and start running towards the forest.

She loved him? How the hell did the loved? And with who was she talking to?

After a couple of hours, me and my wolf are calmed down enough to have a conversation. I decided to walk back to the house in my human form, that way I will take longer to get to my destination and reflect on the previous events. Once I enter back into the house, I look at the living room and its empty, actually the whole house seems empty. No sound can be heard, not even with my super hearing could detect a single noise in this house.

I walk up the stairs very slowly, not knowing what I will find once I reach the top of the stairs. Once I reach the top, I take a look at both sides, and nobody is in the hallways. I take a deep breath as I’m in front of my bedroom door. I place my hand on the doorknob and twist it slowly, I open the door and notice Alexis sitting on the bed sniffing and shaking.

The site in front of me breaks my heart into a million pieces, and even though I’m angry with her I need to give comfort to my mate. I walk up to her and as I’m about to wrap my arms around her shaking figure, she lifts her gaze up to mine and her puffy eyes widen at me. She scrambles from my grasp and go to the far corner of the bed. Is she scared of me?  What did I do? I notice that she is holding onto her right wrist will sniffing, the memories from a couple of hours before come crashing down onto me.

I hurt her.

And I didn’t notice.

She is still shaking from the way I held her wrist, that most have brought back some memories to her from her father. Memories that I should not bring back into her mind. A single tear escapes my eye as I recognized that I hurt my mate in a state of anger. I knees give up from beneath me, I hit the ground hard, but the pain did not faze me. I promised that I would take care of this girl, that I will protect her, and I did quite the opposite. I hurt her. Her facial expression of her scared of me is scarred in my mind and I can’t get rid of it.

I’m so stupid.

It shouldn’t matter if I’m furious with her, I should have never hurt her, no matter what. I let down my face in defeat and I surrender to my emotions. As one tear escapes my eye then another and then another, and soon I was crying. I start slamming my hands onto the floor with great force, and soon I can feel my knuckles get covered in a thick substance and I know I’m bleeding. But once again the pain does not faze me.

Soon I hear the bed creak, I lift my gaze and I can only see fuzzy, but I can see Alexis figure walking towards me. I notice that she hesitated but then wraps me in her arms. She touches my hair and starts stroking it and I cry even harder into her shoulder. How could I had hurt this amazing wolf? She then strokes my back up until I had finished crying. I lift my gaze and meet her amazing blue eyes. The same eyes that I have grown to love.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you” I tell her as I hug her

“It’s okay” She says stroking my hair.

“No, its not!” I raise my voice and then continue. “I should have never hold you like that”

“What matters now is that you said sorry”

“I love you so much” I say as I hold her tighter than ever.

“I know, and I love you too” Alexis says as I can feel a tear fall onto my shoulder.

I took a bath and got rid of the blood on my knuckles. I changed into a sweat pant and walk out of the bathroom with a towel in hand and drying off my hair. I let out a sigh as I notice that Alexis is sitting on the bed still holding onto her wrist. I walk up to her and place both my hands on her wrists. She lets out a small yelp. I hold her wrist in my hands with much love than before, I bring them into my face and I kiss both wrist, as I sing that I’m not like her father and that I will not hurt her ever again. She lets out a breath and fazes her gaze up to mine.

“We need to talk” She said, and I could not agree more.