The Alpha She Never Saw Coming

Episode 2

        I must have heard him wrong. There was no way! Why in the world would Samuel give me his own blood? I mean, he has shed plenty of other peoples. He couldn't have come up with any better solutions! Vampires didn't require blood to survive, but we were a hell of a lot strong when drinking it regularly. The thought of turning into a killer like Samuel revolted me, and I would never be like him!

"Why?"

"Why what?" Samuel asked.

"Why your blood? Hell, why blood at all!"

I used my fingers to wipe my lips. I could feel the liquid lingering, and Samuel was staring too aggressively. As though he were going to pounce at any moment. The thought of being hurt by Samuel sent a shiver through me. I wrapped my arms around my chest. Hoping to give me some kind of warmth.

        A useless attempt seeing as how I was naturally cold-blooded these days. Samuel stood, and I watched as he disappeared down the hallway. He'd never been in my apartment. How did he know where to go? What the hell was he even doing?

"Samuel," I shouted.

He never responded, but when he reappeared, I noticed the throw blanket in his hand. Samuel came to me and threw the blanket around my shoulders. Tucking me in tightly as he knelt before me and I couldn't help but bite my lip. He was catering to me but wouldn't look me in the eyes. I took the blanket corners from his hands, but Samuel didn't pull away. He stayed still as he gripped onto my hands with more strength than necessary.

"Why are you here?"

"Do you always ask so many questions?"

"Yes."

Not that I ever got any answers. Maybe I wouldn't be in this position if anyone would just answer my god damned questions. Or told me what the f**k was going on most of the time! I waited for him to respond or speak, but it was just silent.

        After a few silent moments, Samuel cradled me into his arms. I didn't even resist as he lifted me close into his chest. Samuel carried me down the hall toward my bedroom. He lightly placed me down on the bed and sat on the side, staying close but not touching my body. I thought about screaming at him, allowing all my frustrations out. That wouldn't be fair, though, because even though he would deserve it, my wrath wouldn't be directed at him. It would be directed at the men who called themselves my mates but walked away so quickly.

"When I heard, I was worried."

My eyes shot up to Samuel's face, and he was staring down at the floor. I don't know what shocked me more, that they were announcing it so soon. Or that Samuel felt any need to be worried about me!

"Nothing like a gut punch days later."

I tried to laugh, but it was obviously forced. Samuel turned as he glared at me, and I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Lily, it's been longer than a few days. It's been weeks!"

I jumped out of bed and began to pace the bedroom floor. No, that's not right! That can't even be possible, depressed or not. I couldn't be on a floor for weeks!

"You're lying! I have a business to run. I wouldn't be that careless."

"You wouldn't be any use to anyone in this condition. Lily, you have to focus on yourself!"

Samuel had me by the arms, and I knew he was right. What use would I be to my patients in this condition? I was a mess, clearly! I guess a mate bond was much stronger than I could have ever anticipated. I finally calmed myself down and got back into bed. I looked at Samuel to let him know I was ok and that he could leave.

        I knew by the arms crossed over the chest look, that he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. So, I rolled to my side as I pulled a pillow down to cuddle. I felt the sleep pulling me down and the exhaustion taking over again. I didn't have the strength to see if Samuel had left. I just allowed my eyes to close as I drifted into a deep sleep. I awoke the following day feeling a little better. The blood definitely helped give me strength back, but I wouldn't be drinking anymore anytime soon. I looked around to see that Samuel wasn't there. I wanted to sigh with relief, but the feeling of loneliness hit me hard. I needed to find my phone so that I could call Blake. I could only imagine what was going through his mind right now. I was still incredibly pissed at him for what he did, but I needed someone to make sure my practice wasn't falling apart. He was the best hope I had, and that topped any hostility I had toward him at the moment. I reached the living room, and the fresh smell of coffee invaded my nose. I couldn't resist taking a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma. Then the sight of Samuel had me stopping. What the hell was he still doing here?

"I also made you some breakfast. If you are going to resist blood, then you at least need to eat."

Samuel never turned to look at me, he just spoke as he sat at the small island. He looked so massive, seated on the small stool I kept there for myself. I noticed the plate of food at my kitchen table with a steamy cup of coffee. I wouldn't question as to why he wouldn't be sitting at the table with me for breakfast.

        The situation itself was weird enough. I wasn't sure I could handle any more caring displays from Samuel. I sat at the table and picked at the eggs on the plate. Not sure if I would be able to handle anything on my stomach. The eggs and toast wouldn't be heavy but more than I was up for. Instead, I picked up the coffee and took a small sip. I moaned in appreciation at the delectable taste. This wasn't like anything I had ever tasted before. How could he make coffee so good?

"What did you put in this?"

 "It's just coffee Lily," Samuel said.

He turned around and rested his elbows on the island behind him. A smirk was crossing his lips as I moaned again, unable to control myself. It was amazing! I held the cup tightly between my hands as I tried to gather the courage. I had so many questions, but I wasn't sure if I could handle the answers this time.

"You can ask me anything. I would never lie to you."

"When?"

One simple word was all I could say. Samuel didn't answer, and I figured he would be confused by my question. When I looked into his eyes, I knew he wasn't confused at all. It was as if he was holding back, and I knew the answer would be painful.

        No matter how painful the answer would be, I knew that I needed to hear. I needed to hear how Samuel found out about my rejection!

"I came as soon as they told us. We had a joined pack meeting, and they informed everyone that the three of you decided with new changes that it would be best to part ways."

The three of us! I couldn't hold back the laughter that escaped my lips. I was surprised to hear that they had a meeting with Samuels pack as well. Not surprised to hear that they tried to make it sound as though it were mutual.

"They won't want the pack worrying about a fatal mate mark. If it's mutual, then there is no need for that."

Samuel added in my silence, but I wasn't sure what fatal mate mark meant. The mark was meant to bond us. Then it hit me!

"Wait, are they going to die!" I snapped.

"I would be more worried about yourself instead of the men who abandoned you!" Samuel growled.

"Please explain what you are talking about."

"You are mated by a mate mark. They rejected you, which means their mark will slowly poison you until it kills you. Since you didn't reject them, their bite marks will do the same." Samuel paused before getting up and flinging my stool across the room. "A fate they surely deserve at this point!"

I wanted to scream and shout at Samuel! How dare he even say such a thing about Greyson and Wyatt, but I couldn't. I didn't want them to die. I still loved them. However, I wasn't ready to die myself!

        I needed to figure out a way to stop this, not just for me but for them too. Then the thought hit me, and I was voicing it before thinking first.

"You have a witch!"

"Lily, a witch, can't fix this," Samuel said as he approached me.

"Then what will!" I shouted.

"You have to reject them. Then the mark will disappear on all of you."

I jerked back out of his embrace! I didn't know if that was the only solution, but my mind wouldn't believe it. If I rejected them, then we would never be able to fix this. More importantly, what if this was another trick on Samuel's part. A way to play into whatever vendetta that he had against them!

"GET OUT!" I screamed.

I wasn't going to be a part of his games! He would have to use someone else to cause them pain. I was so angry with Greyson and Wyatt, but I would never allow Samuel to hurt us any longer. Samuel just stood there staring at me, not leaving but not saying a word either.

"I told you I would never lie to you, and I meant it."

Samuel lifted a hand to my face, and I cringed back on instinct. Samuel paused, then brushed his fingers down my cheek as he looked me in the eyes. A look that I would recognize on anyone but him. If Greyson or Wyatt were looking at me the same way, I would know exactly what it meant. Samuel was different, he played games. A cold-hearted monster who only thought of himself! Samuel turned and headed for the door, turning back to look at me as he stood at the opening. I realized then that I had a front door again. He must have replaced it while I was sleeping. Right then, I knew that I had never seen the cold-hearted monster before, only hearing about it from everyone else. Was this indeed who Samuel was? Or was it just a mask he wore for the rest of the world, for reasons I would never understand. f**k! I screamed internally as I turned and flipped my kitchen table over. Sending everything flying against the wall. I listened to the glass shatter as I stood there panting.