Alpha Stone

“We all have secrets,”

Rias POV

“Why are you hugging me?” I sniffled, in hurt inquiring.

“I understand what you’re going through.” he replied solidly. Did he?

From the look of things, he was wealthy, with well off parents that were probably— Did he even know what it felt like to be me… Lord, should I even be judging him right now?

I took a deep breath, wiping off my tears before pulling back from his hug. “I’m okay now, s-sir Colton.”

“Are you sure, Miss Gremory?” he said after me.

My eyes glanced at mom, who laid palely on the sick bed. We shouldn’t even be here, disturbing her. I reached for my hand bag, pulling Colton with me.

“Yes, I am. Let's leave this place.” I seethed, that minute not wanting to let more emotional outburst.

He didn’t object surprisingly, coming with me, my hands intertwined with his.

***

“We need to talk,” he started out.

I inwardly cringed, fretting immediately. What if he figured out that I lost his manuscript already? I looked down, with my eyes searching for what to say…

“About what, s-sir?”

“The other night, Rias.” Colton retorted, immediately with a grin. “I assumed you didn’t bring it up that morning because you were, um, flustered. However, I need to tell you the truth about who I really am—”

“I know sir, it's a mental illness and it happens to anyone… if you think I'd judge you for that then you do not have to worry. We all have our secrets,” I gasped out, flustered, once again.

Clinging on to his secrets, would only let myself get hurt. I knew I had to be realistic here. Not fairytalize the entire thing if that was even a word.

“Who the hell gave you that notion about me, Miss Gremory?” Sir Colton murmured, staring at me like I had just said something fascinating. He folded his arms, and my eyes ran through his moving biceps which was still outlining, even with the overcoat.

My shaky hands reached for my forehead, straightening my glasses, almost immediately. Don’t do it. An inner voice told me, but I wasn’t someone who kept her thoughts inside. I decided to tell him the bland truth.

“I mean, you look like a gentleman and a nice catch for someone who is popular. But just that won't make it go away, have you taken medications?" I asked. He c****d a brow, at my words.

“H-Have I what?”

Colton stammered, before straightening his back clearing his voice and adjusting the neckline of his overcoat, it seemed this was becoming his signature style. I wondered why he look flushed though.

Maybe he was reacting to his medications.

“Your medications, you need them to feel better…” I trailed, biting my lips and face palming as I asked myself if was really ill?

“That’s quite an enthralling notion. Wonder how much more you think about me.” he murmured, with his blue eyes glancing at me.

“You’re a successful billionaire, you write fluently, and have the features to make any man feel ashamed. So, just one flaw isn't that bad,” I said to him.

That minute, his phone rung and he took it, going to a corner to answer it. I saw his nose flare and he seemed angry. Something that sounded like a growl came from his direction. My eyes bolted once more, only for me to adjust in spot trying to get used to it.

Next thing, he walked up to me.

“I have to go attend to something urgent, Rias. We would have this conversation later.”

“Okay, sure.” I answered.

Alpha Stone’s POV

I moved away from Rias to answer the unknown number that was presently calling. Normal people probably didn’t pick strange numbers.

For Alphas, it was different. It might be a pack member in trouble that we need to help.

This is why picking unknown calls was important to me.

Moreover, my wolf liked to dominate and face things head on. Leo was that kind of personality. Living in me for a long time, meant we came to understand each other.

“Common, Alphaa…” Layla purred. “Let’s see once more. We could have a little moment together, I heard you are moving around with a human girl, she's not worth it, Alpha.”

“Don’t call this line again.”

I stoically told her. What irritated me was the fact that she was clinging to me so her family got favor with the hierarchies.

Layla was the daughter of an elder and she was suggested to be my Luna in the past. I had declined of course, but she seemed to instill it in her head that she had the right to me.

“Oh boy, you sure don’t mean that— “ Boy?

“Who.Is.Boy?” I seethed at her. "Now listen, I am your Alpha and you better show some respect for face some horrible consequences," I hung up the call immediately, with an angry growl.

I took once glance at Rias before walking back to her.

“I have to go attend to something urgent, Rias. We would have this conversation later.”

“Okay, sure.” she answered, with wriggled brows. She was probably confused but I had to go do this to protect her.

I’ve seen these instances in other packs where people like Layla show up to intimidate humans in their path. Something told me they'd come for Rias.

I wondered how she knew. Rumors traveled faster than I thought. It seemed I had to go warn the people that knew to stay off or face say wrath.

No one was going to lay a single hand on her. I had to make sure of it.

I thought as I took a glimpse of her. She didn’t know anything about the existence of werewolves but I’d make sure to tell her soon.

My Luna.

***

“You’re back, Alpha!”

The old lady who maintained the pack house let out.

“Yeah, how are the house affairs?” I said, doing as mom would have done if she was fit enough to work.

“Oh, I got some groceries, my Alpha! I think it’s a coincidence but I met the redhead lady you brought home, days back.” she stated.

“Mhm…really?” I asked.

“Yes sir, she went after a thief just like he held her lifeline. It was impossible to get him, because he got on a motorcycle, zooming off.” she said.

“Oh really?” I let out thoughtfully. “Whatever he stole, that made her react that way.”

“She won’t tell me, but if I remember correctly, it was something like some pile of files, sir.” she said. Her hands scanned the house, stopping at one of my shelves. Her description suited my manuscript. The exact book that took years.

“Like one of yours, sir.”

Holy s**t. Rias what did you do?

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