Alphas broken mate

Something that you were sure was gone

Daniel

The day that started as not so bad turned more and more s**t with every passing second.

When I was inches away from losing it, I forced myself to go home, not because I was sure I would calm down once I got there, but because I was sure that leaving Erin alone for a longer time would lead to nothing good and I was right. Which was no surprise as nothing was going in the way I needed it, and so I was not surprised to find her trying to get out of bed. Because, of course, she would not listen to the very simple and clear instructions that I left for her.

When I decided to bring her home, I knew it was not going to be easy. Because if you can be sure of one thing about Erin, it was that she was the most stubborn person you would ever meet. That and her strong will, that made her almost impossible to control. The only person that was ever close to making her do something she did not want to, was her father... and well, my father, but I could not call it her submitting to him, but rather choosing to listen to him so she would not get killed, which would have started a chaotic civil war in the pack.

Bringing her home is my last option and not one that I chose lightly. Erin left the pack on her own accord and I know that being here is hurting her more then I could ever imagine... but I had to keep her here, at least until things settle and he is out of the picture.

If not for Nathaniel resurfacing after all these years I would never forced her to come back.

Not when she made it clear that she wanted to have nothing to do with this pack and me.

But I will not lose the pack and everything my father and I worked so hard for.

To say that I was surprised by Nathaniel resurfacing right now would be a lie, father warned me that he would come back the moment he is out of the picture. He never told me why or how he managed to keep Nathaniel away, but he was sure that he would return the moment my father was no longer behind the wheel of the pack.

And to no surprise, a week after my father's death, Nathaniel reappeared after twenty years of not showing his face in the pack.

The man didn't even show up for his brother's funeral.

But the moment the leadership role in the pack gets a bit shaky, he reappeared. A similar thing happened the last time power was handed over to Erin's father, Nathaniel caused trouble back then, but he had no solid claim for the role back then and was forced to leave.

And now that one of the pilar leaders of the pack is gone, he shows his face.

My father was the symbol of stability in this pack, and when he got sick things started to go down hill. Rumors and small sparks started to rise whith in the pack and I was sure that Nathaniel was the one causing them. But no matter what I do, I cannot stop him, it always feel like he is two steps ahead and I could not do anything about it. It was eating away at last strings of sanity that I was holding on to.

And now my last hope to stabilize the pack was doing everything in her power to ruin my plans.

Anger... no rage was brewing in me and I had to force myself to breathe before I did something stupid like try to f**k sense into her.

When my eyes slowly opened, and I looked at her, I saw that she was frozen in place and haven't moved an inch since I walked into the room.

She had this scared animal look on her face as her eyes darted around the room. It was easy to guess what she was planning run, but I got back just in time.

From the look on her face I could tell she was thinking of what would be the best course of action. And a part of me wanted her to run because I wanted to chase her down. I could feel my wolf lingering close to the surface due to the tension and just the fact that she was back after all this time. A part of me wanted to let him lose, to let him deal with her... probably because I knew where it would lead....

But I guess she was smart enough to know where here tuning would lead, because a moment later she scooted back in bed. I could not stop the smile on my face as she surprised me once again as words that I hadn't used in years slipped out.

"Good girl."

These two words were something sacred to me, because I knew how she reacted to them and what the meant for her. That is part of the reason why I did not want to use them.... well as well because I was not ready to face the chance she would not react to them at all. As those words left my mouth I stopped, waiting for her reaction dreading it at the same time.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw her reaction. It was a bit tamer, but she reacted to those words just as she used to do...

And a new glimmer of hope rose in my chest, that maybe not everything was lost...

"Good to see that not only your love for food stayed the same."

I said as I slowly sat down at the end of the bed. To no surprise, she scooted back a bit the moment it was clear that I was going to sit down on the bed. I knew that she would do it, but it still hurt.

It was not my fault mostly that she was reacting to me like that, and I knew that, but it still made me feel like s**t. Especially because there was no quick fix for this, so I pushed those thoughts and my own feelings away, concentrating on the task at hand.

I reached for her leg, fully prepared to get kicked in the face, but I had to check on the cuts. I am not sure how long she has been awake and if she has been walking around on these cuts, making it impossible for them to heal properly.

And as I expected, the moment my fingers touched her foot she tried to kick my hand away. Again, I reacted out of instinct with a simple little growl, and it forced her to stop. She froze for a moment as I started removing the bandage from her foot.

"I need to check if it's healing okay, calm down."

I whispered as I untied the bandage and my fingers lightly touched her skin. The moment my fingers came into contact with her skin, I heard her stop breathing for a moment. Her reaction was a surprise, but I didn't let myself linger on the meaning behind her reaction... not right now, maybe later, when things come down a bit we could figure this out, but the problems at hand comes first.

Somehow, I managed to fish, chalking her cuts and, to my surprise, they healed pretty well. Sure, by normal werewolf standards, it was still way too slow, but they had almost closed up.

I laid her legs back on the bed as I lifted my eyes to meet hers.

"It's healing, but it still needs a few hours. The cuts are very deep, and your body is too malnourished to heal at its normal speed."

The look on her face confused me because she did not look flushed or bothered in the way I expected her to look... no, she looked a bit sick and white as paper. My mind started to race to try to find what I did to cause this reaction when I noticed that she was staring at a particular part of me... my neck.

Well, I guess not really my neck but the mating scar she left.

The f*****g scar is the reason why she left and a constant reminder of how I failed her.

Feeling a bit self-conscious about it, I lifted my palm and touched it. The moment my fingers touched the rough skin on my neck, I heard her draw in a deep breath.

My eyes shot up to her face and I saw her touching her own mating mark on her neck that I left.

The moment her fingers traced the scar I felt it... what the hell?