The alpha’s promise

He then that broke it

That night, Jesse couldn't get Andreas's words

out of her head.

I think you are my mate, and since it is so, I

promise to protect you forever.

And since it is so, and since it is so, and since it is

so. The visceral reaction that this forced out of

Jesse didn't stop. It was as if something had

grabbed her around the abdomen and started to

squeeze. It was comforting and terrifying all at

once, he was comforting and terrifying all at once.

Jesse didn't know what she was going to do. She

didn't think that he was going to stay for long.

As long as he was here, she was going to cherish

him. They hadn't exchanged contacts, so she

would have to wait for him to reach out again.

For a while, there was silence. Life went on. She

Continued working on her own projects, saving up

money and starting to get ready to pitch her

business idea to potential investors. She wanted

to create a website that would compile the art of

artists local to a person's area. It was a big

abstract idea, but she wanted to combat the fact that museums and collectors only cared about old

white dudes. Anything that Jesse could do to help

represent artists of color, young artists, old

artists... anyone who was dedicating a portion of

their life to creating art but was having trouble

being given any attention. Everyone was worthy of

having a voice, and Jesse felt that she could force

that voice out there. A subset of this project was

the Rent-A-Painting website, in which artists

could advertise their art for public spaces, and be

paid for artwork being rented for any amount of

time.

Jesse had been working for years on the website,

and learning about the business side of it. There

was only one thing left for her, and that was

saving up enough money to start the business at

all.

It was all very close to coming to fruition, she was

so close to the shoot for the stars goal that she

had set the weekend she was kicked out from

home. Every penny that didn't go to keeping

Jesse alive, went towards this. Seven more months of this, and then she could afford to take

herself out to dinner sometime. The most recent

treat that she saved up for was to get her hair

dyed bright pink. She didn't know why she wanted

it to be pink so bad, but the itch was scratched

when she had it done.

Jesse was at work again, it was empty in the bar.

She was admiring her work on her website,

called jessa’s Paintbox. It was sleek with muted

colors and all of the mock-paintings and posts

about artists coming to the forefront. Jesse had

gotten as much feed back on it as she could

afford, and she was very happy with the result.

Other than a couple thousand bucks, there was

just talking to investors. Jesse had a knack for

annoying people into doing what she wanted, so

she wasn't too worried about investors. If they

didn't come through, she would turn to other

Sources.

"Hey, over here, gorgeous."

I think you are my mate, and since it is so, I

promise to protect you forever.