Breed by Alpha Jaxton

64

I wake up disoriented. This is not my bed because there is no way my bed is moving and this is not my room, it doesn’t smell like the forest and my dog. I feel thick muscular arms around me holding me close to their chest and my head is cradled on his chest.

“What?” I whisper as I gradually regain my cautiousness I realize it is the Alpha that is holding I must’ve fallen asleep in the car.

I try to pull away from him but he doesn’t bulge.

“Let me down I can walk by myself I am not a handicap.” I bemoan.

He doesn’t say anything just carries me like he didn’t just hear me protest. He ignores me and I am starting to think he is one of the rudest persons I have ever met. Just going ahead to do whatever he wants and ignoring me.

We are walking through the hallway of a house and then he is climbing the stairs.

“Seriously you can put me down and I can walk. I must be way too heavy for you to carry around.” I tell him.

He just looks down at me for a spare second amused.

“No you aren’t.” He says smiling.

For a second I lose my train of thought. He is so attractive. When he smiled just now I forgot what I was saying and just stared at his face on awe. He should smile more instead of that blank stoic look he had on his face the entire drive here.

He pulls open a door upstairs and lets us both in.

“This is where you are going to be staying . I hope you find it to your satisfaction and if you want anything please let me know and I’ll get it to you first I think you need to take that dress and take a shower.” He says rapidly.

My eyes take in the room.

It is spent to light cream color With flower designs which makes me think it must have belonged to someone before maybe a woman. I am further proven right when I see a hair brush and some pink booby pins on the dresser.

“I don’t want to inconvenient anyone. I can stay at a hotel or something and I will be gone before you know it.” I turn around to tell him.

“It is okay.” He says waving off my complains.

“You should get out of that dress and I will get someone up here with a change of clothes and we can have that one dry cleaned. Okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. Okay. Thanks. I don’t smell like flowers now do I ?!” I say In a poor attempt of a joke and I am met with a blank stare I don’t know what to say so I just look away. What is it about his stare that makes me flustered.

“Okay. I am going to leave you to it then.” He says and walks out.

I sit on the bed with a sigh.

This whole day has been chaotic and astonishing too. What the actual f**k? As of this time yesterday my life was still has good as it was but it shows how someone’s life can change forever I just a matter of hours.

I feel my phone in my purse. I totally forgot about it with all the running and crying.

Grabbing it I power on it and immediately notifications pour in.

Many are from my dad and mom begging to come back home and not to do anything rash. Rags lie what? Kill myself. I don’t think I ever have the guts to end it all. Take my own life? No. I can’t do that.

A few of them are from my sister. In one she’s begging me to forgive her that she didn’t know and by the time she knew it was too late. One says she is going to take care of Jeremy and I know should know that he is in safe hands and that’s what I should be grateful for. Another one is her telling me not to a hater and to actually be happy for her as she is going to be the new Luna and I should be grateful for the honor of being related to the new Luna and she is going to appoint me as one of the ladies of her court. I don’t know which is worse.... the fact that she is taunting me with images of her and my best friend and mate or the insult of appointing me as a lady of her court. I don’t know which is more insulting. It feels like a slap on the face and a reminder that I could never be as pretty, popular and good as she was. At the end of the day he picked her.

I ignore all her texts messages and reply one of mama’s own.

“I am safe and I would like you to stop trying to reach me. Leave me the f**k alone.” I send.

She reads it immediately because it shows that she has opened the message and she starts replying when I leave the conversation. Funny enough Jeremy has not tried to reach me, there are no messages from him, no calls, no email. Nothing at all. He has not tried to reach me at least to explain wheat happens or went wrong. I further breaks my heart as I see tears drop down my face In a silent sob. I guess it is for the best that we cut off all communications because I don’t even know what i will say if he calls me to talk. This is literal hell.

Instead of sulking and crying I pick myself off of he bed and walk into the bathroom to check it out and run myself a bath. I smell like dried vomit and sweat. All that running and crying made me like this.

The bath tub looks so big. I can imagine myself there soaking away all the stress and listening to something that will calm me down.

Looking at myself In the mirror I groan.

I look a mess. Like I was dragged through bushes and mud. My whole dressed is stained with mud and my tree twigs are stuck to the dammed dress. My face is streaked with dried up tears and my eyes are swollen because of all the crying I did. My normally bright blue eyes are dull and have lost that sparkle. My complexion is dull and my eyes are lifeless. This is going to be hard but I and Shuffling between feeling bone aching sadness and then numbness that is seeping into me and my blood streams rapidly.

I can feel the exhaustion gradually catching up with me.

Pulling off the dress is not easy but gradually I unbutton and unzip it. Taking the whole dress and dumping it by the corner of the bathroom. It is a dress that I never want to see again. It reminds me of the worst day of my entire life and my family’s betrayal. I opt for the shower because l getting tired and I don’t have the strength to run myself a bathe, moreover there are no oils and soaps here anyways.

Grabbing the soap that is there and also thankfully there is shampoo and conditioner. They are all feminine products which tells me somebody was living in this room not long ago. I wonder who!.

They both smell nice and mild. We are olives which means our sense of smell is stronger than humans. We are sensitive to some smell that’s why majority of wolves detest strong scents and opt for products that smell good but with very little fragrance or no fragrance at all.

I lather my hair with the shampoo and wash my whole body down throughly. Tears still fall down my eyes no matter how much I want to stop crying I can’t. There’s just too much sadness in this for me right now and I just want it to stop. For it all to stop.

I Finish off in the bathroom after I wash my hair. Grabbing the clean towels I wrap it around my body and enter the room. On the bed there’s a dress, a shirt and shorts waiting for me. They must have come in when I was the shower.

I wonder who came to drop them off. Grabbing my phone when I see it ping again I think it’s Jeremy and I am right.

The message is simple... can we talk?

My hands fly over the keyboard as I reply him as simply and as easy as I can.

‘Go to hell.’ I hit send and block.

In that moment I feel relief and anger. He is not going to get to play victim In this I swear.

He made his choice. He made it. There is no way he can tell me that his mum forced him.