Burned By The Alpha I Married

Chapter 5

J.J POV

It was weeks after the wedding, and yet I did not know what to do with Nelly, the woman I had been married to.

I had married her because the council forced me into it. It was just to save my people and protect our economy.

I had never wanted the marriage to change to something real and for that I tried to stay far away from her.

It sounded so easy to say.

But Nelly Mac was not a type you could easily ignore.

One afternoon, I stood near the training ground and watched my warriors train.

Then I saw her.

She was walking across the yard with a basket of bandages.

Chidi hurt his arm during the training. The cut was deep, but he had said nothing because he did not want to look weak.

Nelly saw him and walked over.

She knelt beside him.

"Let me see your wound please," she requested.

"No! don't worry I'm fine," Chidi replied.

"Your wound is bleeding and you said you are okay?

"It's only a minor cut and nothing serious."

Nelly shook her head and insisted.

“You can't just ignore it because you feel it’s a small cut, let me just see it okay.”

Then Chidi brought forward his arm.

She patched his wound, with a bandage and then whispered to him”.

This time I didn't hear what she said because her voice was lower.

But Chidi just nodded and then smiled.

"Thank you." He said.

Nelly smiled and then walked away.

Some days later I saw her again trying to save one young Omega from Beck, one of my warriors.

The boy had mistakenly dropped a tray, and Beck was angry.

"Look what you have done!" Beck shouted.

The boy stood against the wall, looking scared.

Nelly walked in between them.

"Please what is the problem?" she asked.

Beck looked at her angrily.

"Stay out of this.” This is not your business.”

But Nelly still did not move.

"I won't stand here and watch you bully this boy because he made a mistake”

Beck looked at her for a few seconds.

“This is not your pack, so you have no right to question who I would touch and I wouldn’t.”

“It might not be my pack as you said, but that doesn't change the fact that hitting this young boy will not fix the damage.”

"Whatever," he said, and then walked away.

The boy looked at Nelly.

"Thank you ma," he said.

Nelly gave him a little smile.

"Go and get another tray."

The boy nodded and went away.

I had been standing close enough watching her as she did all that voluntarily and that got me thinking seriously about her.

Nelly was supposed to remain my enemy no matter what, because she was from Braze Rock, the enemy pack that I hated most, and for that I had every reason to watch every of her moves.

They had taken my childhood from me.

When I was just nine years old, I was kidnapped by Braze Rock Warriors. I was dragged through the forest to an unknown destination and got locked up in a room.

I cried until there was nothing left in me.

The same Braze Rock took my Mom’s life and rendered me motherless. My mother had meant everything to me.

The trauma from these awful memories sometimes wakes me up at night, even at this age.

For years, I had kept my hate for Braze Rock inside me.

I had built a wall around it.

“I wanted everyone from that pack far away from me.” But Nelly kept making small holes through that wall, due to her character which she is not even aware of, because I had distanced myself from her ever since she stepped into this pack.” I muttered.

That night, I sat with my Dad in his study. My father, Stone Jonas, was reading reports from the southern border.

After some time, he looked at me.

"You have been quiet, son." He said.

"Dad, you know I am always quiet most of the time."

"But not this quiet."

He put the papers down.

"Something is bothering you."

"J.J."

I looked at him.

"It's nothing serious Dad."

"I have been observing your mode since the wedding," I know that your eyes have been on that lady, Nelly,”

He had already seen through me.

"I don't watch her Dad."

"You do." He said and then almost smiled.

"The council may have forced you into this marriage but there is something about the girl you may need to see." She might not really be an enemy as we believe.”

"The council forced this marriage on me,"so there is nothing to see there." I responded swiftly.

My father looked at me for a few seconds.

"Have it your way," he said. And then picked up his papers.

The next minute, he changed the subject.

"We need to talk about Ironwood. Ironwood had some of the best hunting land in the area. If we got hunting rights there, Lion Heart would become stronger.” He said.

“You will go there and represent me.”

But why am I the one going when you are still here Dad? I asked.

He smiled.

“You are my son, the heir to the throne. It won't be long and all the responsibilities on my shoulder will be shifted to you, so it's important you start equipping yourself for the task ahead of you.”

“But I have always been actively involved in anything going on in our pack, Dad.”

‘Of course I know, but this is different'. My bone has already grown weak, in no distant time.” You are going to take over from me.”

I narrowed down my eyes.

“Okay, I have heard you Dad.” I said.

"You will leave in the morning.” You will spend three days there, although it all depends on how the talks goes." He said.

And I nodded.

Deep down in my heart I didn't like the idea of me travelling so soon, and then leaving Nelly behind.

“Well that is because we just got married,”I said to myself.

That night, I found Nelly in the open sitting beside the fountain, watching as the water springs up.

"Don't you want to sleep?" I asked.

She looked up.

"Not really, just too many thoughts, in my mind". She said,

I sat beside her on the same fountain, but leaving some space between us.

"I saw what you did for Chidi and that Omega boy,” I said.

Her face became a little reddish.

"I didn't think anyone noticed that."

"I notice it more than you think. I have been watching you closely ever since you stepped foot in the pack.”

They had already left my tongue before I realized it and paused.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

"I will be travelling tomorrow and I will be leaving in the morning," I said.

"Leaving for where?"

"Ironwood. For a few days."

"Oh."

Her face changed, but I could not tell what she was thinking.

“Hey! Are you still here with me? I asked.

As she snapped back herself.

“Yes, I am with you. Safe travels." she said.

"Thank you."

I stood up.

I was about to leave when I stopped.

"Nelly."

She looked up at me.

“You might have come from an enemy pack, but that doesn't necessarily make you our enemy, so you don't have to keep proving yourself to my people. Just be yourself. Be not afraid of anyone, for I will protect you. When I am, things would change and I will be spending more time with you henceforth.”

I paused.

For a short moment, things felt different between us.

It was not much.

But it felt like we had stopped fighting.

I turned and walked away before I could say anything else.

The next morning, my convoy left through the front gate.

Warriors rode beside the cars.

Dust rose behind us as we left Lion Heart.

I did not look back.

There was no reason to.

We had gone less than a mile past the border when I felt something strange.

My chest became tight.

An old fear came back.

I had not felt it in years.

Not since I was nine.

Not since I had been dragged through trees like these with my hands tied.

I looked toward the trees.

Someone was standing there.

The person stood between two trees, half hidden by the dark.

For one moment, I felt like the person was looking straight at me. My Wolf growled.

"Stop the convoy!" I ordered.

The cars stopped.

I stepped out of the car.

"Alpha. What is it? Marcus asked. He had his weapon in his hand already.

I pointed at the trees.

"Someone is there."

Marcus looked.

But the person was gone.

I looked again.

Nothing.

My men searched the area.

They checked the bushes, the trees, and everywhere but nothing was found.

"No footprints, Alpha," one of my men said.

I stood there for a while.

I knew what I had seen.

I was sure someone had been there watching us as we're leaving.

"Get into your cars, and let's move," I said.

We got back into the cars, and took off again.

But the strange feeling stayed with me.

I told myself it was nothing.

Maybe it was an old memory that is still hunting me, or maybe I was just tired.

Still, the feeling did not leave.

Three days later, in a crowded club, hundred miles away from home, that same cold feeling had still remained in my heart.

Waiting.

But I didn't know why, but I could only smell one thing.

Disaster!