Rejected by my Given Alpha

Burning

I screamed for Liam and was by Brooke's side in an instant. I pulled her hair back to she wouldn't get blood in her hair, and I hissed in pain when I felt my hand burn. I ignored it and focused on helping Brooke. She was my main priority at the moment. More important than a simple burned hand.

I grabbed some ice and poured it all on Brooke. I watched in horror as the ice steamed and melted within seconds.

Not good. So not good. So very very not good.

"Liam!" I screamed again.

Brooke whimpered in pain, and, ignoring the pain that came with it, I held on to her hand.

"It's okay, Brooke," I told her, wincing slightly when I felt the burn on my hand worsen. "You're gonna be okay."

"No, I'm not," she said and looked at my hand. "Your hand-"

"I'm fine," I said. "You're more important than my hand."

"Stop that," Brooke said shakily. "Promise me you'll take care of that hand."

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Fine, I promise. I'll take care of it in the morning."

"You sure?" She studied me. "Yeah, you're sure."

I gritted my teeth when the burning got worse, as she was clutching onto my hand, and Brooke let go of my hand. "Sorry.”

"It's fine, it's not your fault," I said. "I'm gonna go see where Liam is. You keep that blood where it's supposed to be, alright?"

She chuckled. “You sure? I was thinking about painting my walls red."

I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly. At least she wasn't screaming. I'd take her being a sarcastic over her screaming any day.

I walked out the door and went searching for Liam. "Liam!" I called. "I need you. It's Brooke."

A large blonde wolf with amber eyes jumped out from the forest. It shook it's head and began to shift. A moment later, Liam was in front of me in all his naked glory. Not that I was complaining or anything.

"What's going on?" he asked, grabbing a spare pair of pants we keep outside the house. "How's Brooke?"

"Not good," I said. "She vomited up her own blood. She's bad, Liam."

I froze. The reality of how serious Brooke's condition was hit me like a ton of bricks suddenly. I realized just how thin her life line is at the moment. With her hacking up her own blood, her time is limited.

"She's dying, Liam," I said, tears spilling out of my eyes. "Brooke is dying. She's dying, Li."

"Hey, hey, it's alright," Liam said, stepping closer to me. "She's going to be okay."

"She's vomiting up her own blood," I said, the tears streaming down now. "She's gonna die, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Come here," Liam said and pulled me into a hug.

I welcomed his embrace and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I cried into his chest and let out all the stress and worry I kept in for a week and a half. Liam held me as I cried, and I buried my head into his chest.

"I can't lose her, Li," I said. My voice was muffled due to my head being in his chest. "I can't lose her. She's the only thing I have remotely close to family, except you. I can't lose her."

"You won't," he said, rubbing my back. "You're not gonna lose her. Neither of us are. She's gonna be okay. We're gonna have a talk with the jackass, kick his sorry ass back to whatever Hell he crawled out of, and save Bree. She's gonna be okay. We all are, I promise."

"How can you promise that?"

"Because I will do anything to see you smile again." He pulled back and looked at me. He smiled softly and wiped a tear away from my eye. "And if seeing you smile means saving Brooke, then I'm gonna save Brooke. I'm promising you that."

I smiled-barely a smile, more of a slight lift of the corner of my mouth-and felt slightly better when I saw Liam's eyes light up. "That's the Hales I know."

I don't know how, but that got a slight laugh out. It felt good to have hope again, and even better that Liam was making me feel better. I just couldn't be mad or sad around Liam. He always makes me feel better.

We walked into the house again and went up to Brooke's room. She hadn't thrown up, which was a good thing, but her fever was still high, which was a bad thing. Deciding to make the best out of this situation, I grabbed some old movies.

Brooke laughed at the random movie I chose, and I started the movie. Liam came up with the popcorn halfway through the previews, and we laid in Brooke's bed and watched movies all day long, along with Sunday. Brooke and I would've gotten some sleep, if only the pain would leave us alone. Brooke with her unreliable mate pain and my burnt hand pain.

We did manage to get some sleep, unfortunately it was only for an hour or two. But hey, sleep was sleep, and I was gonna take any I could get.

I rolled over and was met with resistance. I hit whatever it was, and felt it was rock hard. Well, whatever it was was gonna have to move, because I want to sleep on my right side. Without thinking twice, I kicked it off the bed.

I heard a loud thump and a groan. I opened one eye and looked over at the floor. Liam was lying on his back, groaning. Oh, so the rock was Liam. Oops.

"What the hell was that for?" he whinned, getting off the floor.

"I wanted to sleep on my right side," I said and closed my eyes.

I heard Liam laugh slightly, and there was a knock on the door. "Be a good boy and get that for us, would you Fido?" I asked.

"If you do you get a treat," Brooke piped in. "Perhaps a biscuit or a piece of bacon."

"Screw you," Liam said.

Brooke and I cracked up, and Liam just flipped us off and went to answer the door. We laid there laughing, up until I heard who was at the door.

"Alpha Tristan," Liam said. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Why aren't you at school, boy?" I heard Tristan demand. "We have a reputation to protect."

"I'm sorry sir," Liam said. "Our friend-"

"I don't care about your friend," Tristan snapped. "I care about why you aren't at school!"

I got up and ran downstairs. Ignoring my tangled hair and my pajamas, I glared at Tristan and folded my arms across my chest.

"Don't submit to him," I told Liam as he was about to bow his head in submission. "He's not worth it."

"Just what do you think you're doing in pajamas?" Tristan snarled.

"Sleeping," I snapped. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"It's not your house. I own it, in case you've forgotten."

"It may be part of the pack land, but its ownership is written by my name. So technically, this house belongs to me. So get your ass out of here before I make you."

"I'd like to see you try. But before you start anything you can't finish, do tell why you almost killed your sister."

I shrugged. "The b***h deserved it. She's a werewolf anyway, she has fast healing. What almost killed her, anyway?"

"Like you don't know. You threw her into a tree and cracked her head open. A branch nearly went through her and pierced her heart."

"Shame it missed," I said icily. "It would have done us all a favor. I would have owed that branch. Remind me to thank it for almost doing the job for me."

Tristan snarled and lunged at me. I slid to the side and pinned him to the ground with my foot. Easy as pie.

"You're in my territory now, Alpha," I sneered. "Now get out of my house."

Tristan snarled, but stood up. "Fine. But just remember that if you don't show up today, I'll send someone to come get you. And I know one person who wouldn't give up trying to get to you. I'm sure you know him. He goes by the name Tyler Wood."

"Damn you," I growled and flashed my canines at him.

He got out of the house and shifted into his wolf, running away from the house. Good choice. I can get very violent when I'm provoked enough.

"So what are we gonna do?" Liam asked.

I sighed angrily and ran my hand through my hair. "I guess we go to school."

I heard a howl, and my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and exchanged a glance with Liam. I then proceeded to yell at the top of my lungs: "SON OF A b***h!!"