Beloved Alpha (BWWM)

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As the day ended, Marilyn and I went to our lockers. They were just three lockers apart. I kept thinking about Bryce and his decision to ask Jazzily out. I sigh and look at Marilyn.

"Hey Marilyn." I said while looking at her from my locker. She had stopped placing her books into her backpack when I spoke.

"Hmm?" She says while looking at me with her big brown eyes.

I smile at her deciding to let everything that is annoying me at the moment go away. "May I sleep over tonight?"

Marilyn squeals and slaps my side gently. "A sleepover it is."

I chuckle at her action and shake my head. I turn back to my locker feeling much better and resuming placing my books into my backpack.

I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turn around smiling but it disappears as soon as I see who it is.

"Bryce." I breathe out.

"Peyton, I-" He starts to say.

"You don't have to explain yourself. I already know." I turn back around and finish up packing my backpack. I close my locker and start to walk away.

"Peyton."

I ignore him and just keep walking towards the exit of the school with Marilyn following right behind us. I just have to get my stuff from my house and head over to hers.

I felt his hand holding my wrist preventing me from taking another step. Marilyn shook her head and kept walking towards my car, leaving us alone. I look back at him.

"Let go." I said through clench teeth.

"We need to talk this out. It doesn't even make sense that we are acting like this towards each other." I move my wrist to loosen his grip when another hand lands over Bryce's hand. I look up at the owner of that hand and sure enough it is Jazzily.

"Babe, let go." I look at Bryce feeling my eyes heat up. I flick my hand out of his grip and walk out of the school. I catch up to Marilyn, adjusting my backpack's straps.

Marilyn looks a me with an amused look. "That was intense. I would've scratch all of his face if it had been me."

I chuckled. "Are you trying to show him what a wolf you are?"

"Nope." She pops the "p" as she speaks. "Just trying to make him not forget and mark him as mine."

We both got into my car.

"It smells like crap in here." Marilyn exclaims.

"No, s**t. I was trying to find a better parking space but ended up near the trash once again." I turn on the ignition and drive out of the parking space.

Marilyn shook her head as she chuckle. We got to my house within a few minutes. I ran up the stairs and gathered as much as I could for tonight's sleepover.

Out of all the damn girls in that school. Why her, Bryce? Why?

I beat myself over that fact as I packed until my mother's voice broke me out of my haze.

"Honey, can you come down for a moment?" I looked at her as she stood by the doorframe. I nod and close my duffel back. I place the duffel bag's strap over my shoulder and follow her downstairs to our dining room, where my dad was sitting with his arms crossed looking idle.

"Hey...dad." I said softly finding it strange to see him here, especially during this time.

He ignored my hello and then follows it with a snort to which he earned a hardcore glare from my mom. The tension in this room was incredible.

After we had settle down, my mom decides to break the ice. "Baby."

She reaches over to my hand and gives it a light squeeze. I smile at her but it quickly was replace with a frown when I notice how much of a serious expression she had, which was rather unusual.

"Mom, what's going on?" I say softly and, then, look at my dad for some explanation.

"Margaret, you tell her now or I will. Trust me, you don't want that." He says harshly. I look at my mom and she just looks down at our hands as her eyes start to get watery. She looks up at me and gives my hand another squeeze.

"Before anything else, I want you to know that I love you and, whatever I did before, it was no ones fault. It just happened and some things are hard to prevent." She said while looking at me and scaring the crap out of me along the way.

I let out a nervous chuckle and turn my hand up to have it palm to palm with hers, intertwining my fingers with hers. "Mom, what are you saying?"

She looks down. "Your father..." She trails off to which my father gives out an aggravated sigh.

"Your father is another man. You always wanted an explanation as to why I treated you the way I did. Well, there you have it." He leans back against the chair looking as if he had just let off the biggest load of his life.

I snort. "Dad, please stop joking around." His face was still stern and I look at my mom for validation. "Mom?" I notice that she had two trails of tears running down her face.

"What he is saying is true. I-Before, I was madly in love with another man and the two of us thought that we would be it. Then, I met my mate," She looks at my- at the man sitting to my right with loving eyes. "and I found the true meaning of what loving is. I just found it a little too late since I was already pregnant with you."

I shook my head. "That can't be." I frown. "Are you lying to me just to justify why dad has not been treating me the way he used too? Did he put you up to this?" I look at him. "Do you hate me that much?"

His eyes soften for a bit before going back to their cold look. I had so many questions that were swirling off in my head.

It hurts so much. I felt like walls were closing in on me. I shook my head.

"When you both decide to stop playing this cruel joke on me, call me." I grab my duffel bag. I ran out the door and into my car, where Marilyn was waiting impatiently. I turn the ignition on and drove out of our drive way like a mad person.

"Peyton, you need to chill."

I look at her and a frown appears on her face. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not. How would you feel if you found out your father is not who you thought it was."

"I think you should stop here." She points to the side of the road. "You can't be driving while you're angry."

I sigh as I wipe my tears away with one free hand. I slow down and stop next to a forest edge. I get out of the car and try calming down my breathing but it just keeps coming out forcefully. I felt itchy everywhere.

I look down and shook my head to shake the feeling off before looking up to meet Marilyn's face of horror.

"What?" I frown at her. She takes my hand and starts running into the woods. It felt weird that she was doing this but I follow right behind her, enjoying the feel of the run. At some point, I let go of her hand and speed ahead. I heard her calling me but I just couldn't stop running.

I got lost in the rapid sound of the branches breaking beneath my feet as I ran. My heart was beating against my chest making me feel as if it was going to come out of my throat.

I took in a large gulp of air before pushing myself faster and harder as I look at the passing scenery, which was becoming blurry. I reach up with my sleeve and clean some of the tears to no avail since more came rushing down.

Who is my father?

Why did my mother wait so long to tell me?

I felt so angry at them and at myself for not seeing the changes. I look up at the sky and see the full moon shining down on me as if mocking me.

Are you happy with my misery, moon goddess?