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When Sarah woke up it was already morning.
Her head felt like she had tiny men inside her with tiny little hammers pounding their hearts out.
She slowly stood up and scanned her room.
At the foot of her bed was Dean, her Alpha. What was he doing here?
He sat down on her desk, his eyes focused on a book he picked up from her shelf.
His face looked very peaceful as his eyes scanned through the pages.
No one had a right to look that good.
What is he doing in my house, my room, sitting on my chair and reading my book? And looking that good?
If he wasn’t the Alpha she’d kick him out.
Stupid, stupid Alpha. By the goddess she hated him.
Her dad suddenly burst into the room. “You’re awake,” her father said, relief washing over him.
He was a big man, tall and handsome with golden eyes just like Dean.
Five years ago her father had been the Alpha for 25 years, the longest any Alpha had ever ruled before he was challenged by Dean.
That in part was why she hated Dean. That and the fact that he was the only one who could control her in her wolf form.
She didn’t like being controlled.
Her father had no strong feelings towards Dean and sometimes, he would praise Dean for the way he was handling the pack.
It didn’t happen often but it happened more than she liked.
“What happened dad, my head feels terrible” Sarah said as she fought the urge to throw up. Why do I feel so sick?
Dean’s head was still buried in her book.
“You had a long night.” Her dad replied “Don’t you remember anything from last night?” he asked.
Suddenly a wave of nausea hit her. Flashes of that night rushed through her.
Gary rejected her, her wolf banging on her cage, Gary on the floor beneath her, the Alpha holding her, his lips moving but no sounds came out.
She felt her insides do a jerk wanting to empty all its contents.
Just as she was about to throw up on her dad’s shoes a bowl came in front of her face, just in time.
Her body didn’t hold back. She could see traces of the lasagna she took before the Choosing.
A hand gently rubbed her back as she barbed in the bowl. “Thanks, da-“She looked up.
It wasn’t her dad, it was Dean who held the bowl, and it was Dean who held her hair back.
She wanted to withdraw but another wave hit her and her head was back in a bowl.
When she was done, her dad handed her a glass of water.
“Thanks, Dad, I feel better now.”
A low growl escaped Dean’s lips. He did not appreciate her lack of gratitude which he knew she did on purpose.
He looked at her dad and an unspoken message was passed between them.
“I’ll wait outside,” Dean said and left the room giving her some privacy with her father.
“You had an interesting night.” Her father said.
“Father I was humiliated in front of everyone.” She knew he was trying to lighten the mood but all she felt was embarrassment.
“Yes, I heard from Hector.”
Hector was the name of our Shaman and her father was the only one who called him by name.
She buried her face in her palm. Her teacher must be so disappointed in her.
He gave her all that training and she still lost to her wolf.
Memories of what she did to Gary resurfaced in her mind.
Her father placed his hands on her shoulder to comfort her.
“How’s he?” She asked
“Alive.” Her father replied.
There was anger in his voice. If He could Gary would be dead by now.
She didn’t notice it before but now that her mind was calm she could feel a strong presence at the back of her mind.
Like the strong hum of electricity but she ignored it.
“Why is the Alpha here?
Does he plan to call the council on me? To banish me?” Without pausing she continued. “Am I getting banished?”
Her father growled. No daughter of mine will be banished.” His words only proved Gary’s point.
Her father’s influence was the only reason she hadn’t become an outcast, a lone wolf.
“You can control it. I know you can.” Her father said softly. She didn’t want to voice her fears.
What would happen when his protection wasn’t enough? When the pack decided unanimously to cast her out?
“Then why is he here?” she asked again feeling agitated, “And you let him touch my books!”
She could see a slight smile on her father’s face.
Her dad stood up from the bed and went to put the book Dean left on the table back on the shelf.
She could feel a hum of electricity in her mind.
It was like a separate being.
She could feel it pulsing with emotions. Strange.
She couldn’t pin the emotion but it felt like curiosity but that feeling didn’t belong to her.
She pushed the feeling aside again. Maybe it was her wolf. It was always doing things like that.
“He’s your Alpha Sarah,” Her father said in a stern voice. He continued. “He brought you home safely “
“I didn’t need his help”
“You did. Without him, we’d be talking about the day you stand trial with the Council” Her father’s voice was nearing a growl.
He did not appreciate his daughter disrespecting her Alpha. It was like disrespect to him.
“He could have gone home anytime or even right now but he’s in the living room so what does he want?”
Her father looked at her, his face a little sad. “To take you home.”
Another memory resurfaced again.
Dean holding her naked body in his arms.
Whispering words that looked like- She looked at her dad with disbelief. “Moons Dad, You can’t mean-“
Oh my…Holy s**t.
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