What To Do About Lucy
1237 Words
The packhouse had been tense. My beta and Oliva danced around each other. Avoiding every word that could be spoken to each other. Oliva trying even harder to get into my room. I started locking my door as an extra precaution. Still, almost every night, I could hear her trying to move the door handle to get into my room. I was sure that she would get bored. She had not, and I started to worry if she would ever get bored or not.
My beta and I have been walking on eggshells. We needed to talk, but neither one wanted to be the first to say anything. Neither one of us wanted to be the one to say anything to the other. We were waiting for the other to talk about it. And neither of us would. So, we danced around the subject. We never spoke of what happened that day.
My beta and I were in the middle of a meeting about the extra humans we saw. “We have not seen anyone else for about a month now,” my beta said, leaning against his knees. He was seated in front of me. I had let him sit, but I was having issues seeing him through my haze of slight anger. It was not his fault, but he didn’t get to get off that easily.
“Are you saying that it was a fluke?” I asked, my voice letting out a low growl.
Again, my beta seemed to readjust himself in his seat. He was nervous being around me, and I knew why. “I am saying that we cannot roll that out.”
I leaned a little closer to him. “And I am saying we cannot roll out the idea that this was planned. All of this could have been planned.”
“Are you suggesting that…” my beta looked toward the door. He stood up and closed it before he said, “Are you suggesting that Lucy has something to do with this?”
“No, not at all. Lucy is not to be brought up in the conversation at all.” I glared at him, and he shifted in place. Standing, somehow, made him even more nervous about what was going on than he had already been.
“It seems you don’t know how to handle the situation with Lucy,” he said, taking a step toward my desk.
I stared him down. How dare he make those claims. He had no idea what I was dealing with, with Lucy. “What is that supposed to mean?” I leaned closer to him. I could feel my own wolf clawing to get out. It wanted to tear out his throat. It wanted to tear him limb from limb, and I could hold myself back, and the doctor said that I would be unable to.
“It only means that you don’t want any of us near her, and yet you make the claim that she has nothing to do with this.” He took another step toward me, putting his hands on my desk.
I looked down at his hands for only a moment before looking back up into his eyes. “And your point?”
He lifted his hands from my desk and stepped away from me. He turned his back on me, something he had never done before. “Just I think you need to decide whether she is someone we can trust or not.”
“I have decided.” I started baring my teeth slightly. This was a line of questioning that he did not actually want to fall for.
“And what have you decided?”
“That is none of your concern,” I growled at him.
“Sir…” my beta began.
However, I was done with his line of questioning. “That is enough. I do not need to justify my actions. I have made a decision, and I do not need to justify that decision.”
“Sir, I would just like to understand what is going on with Lucy,” my beta said, his eyes slightly darting from the door to me. He knew this conversation was as sensitive as I did. He may not have understood the reasoning, but he understood the discretion needed.
“Nothing is going on with her. She is a human I think can help the pack end of discussion.” My eyes told him that I did not want to speak more on this, but I could tell that he wanted to.
He would have to. He looked at the door, hearing someone coming, and he said nothing more on that matter. “Do you believe that we need to keep up double rotation?”
“For the time being, I think we can slowly start rolling it back. I want double guards every other day, and we will revisit this discussion next week.”
“Yes, sir,” my beta said, slowly walking out of the room. The doctor walked into the room afterward. “Hello, sir,” my beta said, leaving the room.
“Hello, Bartholomew.” The doctor shut the door behind him. “Is there any news?”
The doctor straightened his shirt. “Nothing, sir.”
I slammed my hands down on my desk and stood up. “How can that be? You have to be able to tell me something.” There was a tense growl in my voice.
“I have been avoiding telling you this, but very few Alphas have ever been mated with a human.” He did not fidget. He was not scared. He was straightforward, direct. He knew what he wanted to say. He was just unsure of my reaction. I was uncertain of my response. Still, I needed to know.
I slowly sat back down. “And?”
His eyes studied me for a moment before he spoke. “And it goes one of three ways. Two of those outcomes are the same.”
I glared at him, entirely frustrated that he won’t just tell me what was going on. He just needed to come out and tell me. “And what are they?”
“You either don’t mate with her, and your powers diminish to varying degrees, but degrees that everyone could tell.” He pulled out the seat for himself.
I watched him sit down. “So, I have to mate with her?”
The doctor seemed to have no need to fast forward any of this, he was taking his speech at his own pace, and I was forced to wait for him. “If you do, there are two outcomes. Either she dies because your connection with her isn’t strong enough to pull her through the mating process, and well, the same thing happens as if you never mated with her.”
I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. So, I had to force him. “And if our connection is strong enough?”
“She will help you become even more powerful than another werewolf would, but if she dies at any point…”
I interrupted him, well aware of what he was about to say. “See the first problem. I got it. It seems it isn’t worth it.”
The doctor stood up. “Only you can decide that.”
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