Loving The Alpha by Cherrytop (best desktop ebook reader TXT) 📕

"You need to eat."

Rose came in with a place full of mountains of food. I looked towards her, who returned my gaze, her eyes moving everywhere to examine my disshelved state. I couldn't tell her not too, for I too knew that I was severly broken inside. Since Elisa was not around, Rose had offered to work below me instead until - or if, Elisa did in fact make it out of her coma.

"Have you seen her today?" Rose asked as she settled the dish down beside me, not even its tempting smell could arise me from my statued position that I had stayed in for so long.

I shook my head, usually first thing in the morning, I would join Elisa, hold her hand, tell her I loved her and I wished she'd come back to me, tell her I'm sorry for not treating her better, but today, realisation hit me that there was in fact a high chance that she may not survive. Was I hoping for something that would never come?

Rose sighed, bringing me out of my thoughts. "You need to see her, even if she's not awake her wolf will be - and she'll appreciate it."

"I don't wish to see her." I couldn't bare the thought of seeing her yet again in the same position she had been in for the past 2 months, both hands complacently seated on her abdomen, the white sheet placed just above them, I could already form a mental image of her impassive state.

"What if-"

"I wish for you to leave now!" I shouted as loud as my voice could go.

Rose nodded only before she slipped out the door, leaving me to the very thoughts that I had been stuck with for two long months.

4 Months Later 

If she was a human she would have passed by now. Luckily, her strong fighter wolf side had thankfully kept her somewhat alive.

I sat beside her bed. Held her hand. Stroked her hair. Just like the usual things I always did with her.  

Tears would stroke my face, my whispers would press into her ear in hope that she could maybe hear me. It was of course unlikely, and this may be the closest to alive that I could ever have her again. I missed her, even when I wasn't able to touch her when she had been concious, I still wanted her, even now when she was lifeless. 

"How's she doing." 

I turned to face Chelsea, the same worried expression that she always wore. 

"Same as always." 

Chelsea nodded and came closer, took the other hand and gripped it close to her. 

"It's been so long now." Chelsea murmured, taking a hand to put her hair behind her ear, revealing her prescious face, her softly gently-closed eyelids that had been shut for so long it almost seemed impossible to wake her up. 

"We shouldn't expect much." I stated, my voice hard, knowing that by each month as it passed, coming to a painful understanding that if she hadn't already woken up, there was minimal chance of her ever regaining conciousness. 

"We have to have hope." Chelsea stated as she watched me take a move towards the door. "We must."

I let out an irrated sigh. "I"ve had hope for so long and it's got me nowhere!" I roared angrily, pacing back and forth. "I've had so much hope that she should be awake by now -but is she? - no!"

Chelsea looked down, knowing full well that I was in fact being brutally honest. "If she hasn't woken up by now there is no chance!"

I saw the familiar tears that slipped down Chelsea's cheek, so often whenever the reality of the survival of Elisa hit her, she seemed to not be able to bare the idea of her close friend gone. 

"I just...miss her-"

"We all do Chelsea!" I said bitterly. "But there is nothing more we can do." 

The harshness of my own voice suprised me, however because of my Alpha dominance, it had come in my defence to stay as strong as I possibly could, even though I truly was breaking inside. 

"I'll always keep faith of her waking up." Chelsea stated, no longer looking at me. 

I sighed, I always knew Chelsea had been an optimistic character, when I used to hear her talking to Elisa in the mornings while they were having their breakfast, her bubbly character echoed around the house and everyone knew her for it. 

"Well keep it for the both of us because I cannot bare this any longer." 

I turned, my hand on the door handle. My head down in submission to the idea that Elisa would never wake up.

"What's going on?" 

I stopped just before my hand turned the handle, thinking Chelsea had started yet another conversation when my eyes landed on the bed, a body that wasn't positioned like it had been for four months, instead, it was up, sat in a normal position, eyes looking towards me, a pale sunken face, Elisa. 

Elisa's POV

Murmuring. 

That's all that I could hear. Subtle sounds of people's voices, hard to hear what they were saying. My eyes, something in which I felt had been out of use for so long that remembering how to open them again seemed a foreign move to me. How do I open my eyes? I wonder, I could feel them, ready to recieve the use that should be given to them - vision - I just couldn't remember how exactly I should be using them.

It was a quick flicker, they opened for so long before they shut from the bright light that stung at my pupils. I gave it another try, scared that I would cause damage to my vision, I couldn't admit defeat as I pushed at it again, this time sucessfully able to meet Chelsea, who's head was turned the other way, her jaw was moving, was she speaking? I coudn't hear. 

My eyes decided to swivel to where she was focusing on, and through sheer shock, I realised that towards the door, stood Markus, his face seemed grim, slightly angry, annoyed and sad I suppose. His hand was holding the door, he too was looking towards Chelsea, his lips moving, though I was unable to understand what he was saying. I felt as though I was underwater, though I could breathe in air through my tired body. Everything felt deeply painful, an internal feeling that I was unable to look after, I couldn't really remember what had happened. Or could I? I searched my brain, thinking for ideas as to why I was here, why Chelsea was beside me, and why Markus looked angry. 

The sacrifice. 

Of course.

How could I forget? I had given Markus my blood when he had been cut with a dagger from... I couldn't rememeber exactly but I knew it was someone bad. 

The sound of their voices became a lot more loud as I believe my hearing was starting to return, I lifted myself up to a sitting position, the feeling I had been laying in this same position for so long was evident as shots of pain coursed through my body, seemed stiffened from a continious position for so long. 

"What's going on?" I suddenly asked, my soft voice breaking the sudden silence. 

Markus stopped moving when he heard me, his eyes focused on me and took him a while I believe to comprehend where my face was as his eyes were set on my body. Slowly, they moved to my face, sensing Markus's shock, Chelsea turned and looked to me, her too, with wide eyes. 

"Elisa..."

They both said through whispered breathes. 

"Elisa?" Markus's faze seemed to wear off as he rushed beside me. "Call for a doctor immediately." He informed Chelsea as she rushed off. 

"H-how are you?" Markus asked breathlessly, his hands everywhere feeling me as if to make sure I was still here. 

"I'm okay, I feel quite fine in fact." I say. "How...am I still alive after I gave you my..."

"The packs doctors are trained well, they know every trick in the book, they were able to save you - us - just in time, though you've been in a coma for four months-"

"What?" I state, shocked as ever.

Four months?

I couldn't utter a word. 

A doctor rushed in, coming straight towards me. 

"Elisa. How are you feeling?"

3 weeks later.

"Be careful." Markus helped me to his bed, placing me under the covers. "Do you need anything?" Markus asked, a frown of worry across his face.

I smiled weakly. "I'm quite fine, thank you."

Markus took his hand in mine, closing his tightly around mine in a promising grip. "For so long I'd been searching for my mate, waiting and waiting only to realise that it was in fact by bodyguard - you hid it so well for years that I had no clue." Markus smiled softly, as if remembering the times I had done my best to avoid being physically touched. "Then of course you running away." He shook his head as I laughed, all what seemed serious before was now a humourous memory. "You died for me, and by luck you were able to come back for me, and now that I have you, I'm going to protect you as best as I possibly can with my life." 

I smiled, sinking into his soft feathery pillows as he promised his complete protection over me - and I believed it. For once I realised that this was in fact right, that we were put together for a reason, and there was no one more perfect for me than Markus. And I thanked myself more than anything for being caught and found out, otherwise I would have still been just his bodyguard, stuck in the shadows, watching him alone, waiting forever for a mate he never knew. 

Now, I was able to see a smile that I had never truly seen on Markus' face, a cold Alpha that I never thought could ever show a soft, caring and loving side.

All he needed was me to bring it out.

I was the solution to the happiness that he so longed for.

Markus came close to me, gently planting a soft kiss against my lips, I kissed him back, and for the first time, I realised that we had both discovered true happiness. 

Thank you guys for reading the book, I hope you enjoyed it! 

xx

Text: Cherrytop
Publication Date: 10-18-2012

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Dedication:
Never run from love because it will always find you.