Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
All the blocked emotions over the last few days came flooding out with tears I couldn’t stop. I sobbed into my pillow, holding myself in a ball as I tried to control myself.
But I couldn’t. I was a mess.
I had been pushing it all back. Every thought and emotion I was supposed to feel I had ignored–because what did it matter?
Elias had been the priority, and now that I had killed him, I could finally unleash the storm inside my body. And it was in full force.
My brother had teamed up with a werewolf-hating winter born. He had killed humans! Yes, he had been under the influence, but I was still so mad at him. Not mad enough to want him dead, but I still wanted to rip into him.
How could he do something so stupid? Force me to face him like that? Did he not care? Had he known it would go that way?
And the wolves. They were my everything, I had made them my whole world, and now Elias was gone, so where did I fit in their lives? Brax was obviously done with me.
The thought made me sob harder.
The shadows I had taken in were obvious; they were a little darker, a constant heaviness, but they were loyal, they were mine now. I could feel them adapting within me, listening to my intentions and switching allegiance.
It didn’t hurt, but it was different, and I didn’t know what that meant. I was so out of my depth now. How was I meant to know where to go from here?
I cried and cried, the emotions making my head and stupid concussion hurt like a bitch, but I was apparently a sucker for punishment because they kept coming.
Until warm arms wrapped around me and Brax’s body curved into mine, holding me tight.
“Shhhhh, Spitfire,” he soothed in a soft voice, like he was talking to a skittish child.
He patted my head, brushing my hair back and kissing the top of my head as I cried.
I moved back into his hold, the sobs getting worse thinking about his earlier rejection and the “what if I hadn’t been able to beat Elias?” questions that had stormed my brain.
“Shhhhh, I do care. I won’t leave you,” he whispered, kissing my head, over it, grabbing my hand so he could press his lips to that too.
I sniffled and turned into him, wiping away my gross salty tears mixed with snot from my ugly crying. “But my shadows are different.”
He pushed my hair back from my face where it stuck to my cheeks, then kissed them each.
“Different, but I will get used to them. I just have to convince my shadows,” he said, then grabbed my hand. “Here,” he said, pushing his fingers through mine. “Let me in.”
His shadows pushed against mine, and I let him in instantly. His shadows on mine were so comforting I sighed, my eyes closing as his caressed mine. They felt just as good as before, maybe even better, the potency sharper.
“See? We’re okay, Spitfire,” he said quietly, before his lips pressed on mine.
I kissed him back, letting his mouth send away those negative thoughts that had been building. He took them all away in a searing kiss that had me moving tighter into his body, wrapping my leg around his, my arms around his shoulders.
He kissed me back, his tongue against mine as heat moved between us. His shadows swirled with me, making the kiss that much more intense, until he chuckled, pulling back, kissing my cheek again.
Not the direction I wanted things going in.
I moved my hips, my thin nightgown barely a barrier against his hard length in his gray sweat shorts.
“You have a concussion. Kai would kill me if I ignored the healer’s advice and gave in, Spitfire,” Brax said, his fingers running down my back making me shiver.
I sighed irritably and kissed him again. “Kai won’t be able to abstain either. He has no willpower.” I laughed, and Brax chuckled again.
“He does when it comes to you. We all do.”
I huffed and sank back into the bed, but he collected me in his arms again, holding me against him.
“What did the healer say exactly?” I asked, and Brax tensed a little.
“That you needed bed rest. That your concussion was severe,” he said, but I felt the omission in the link and leaned back to look at him.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
He sighed, then kissed me before looking me in the eyes.
“You’ve been asleep for the better part of two days, Spitfire. That’s not a good sign.
Neither is vomiting. The healer thought you would have been better by now,” he admitted, and I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
Brax smiled and kissed me deeper. “It means no giving in for a while longer and as much bed rest as we can force on you,” he said, but I felt the worry beneath the lighter turn he tried to take, and it made me just as worried.
I turned away from him and let him curl back into me, spooning me with his big body, trying not to let it get to me, but it was hours before I was finally able to fall asleep again.
Even then, I fell asleep still not sure whether I was going to wake up better or not.
47. The Brand
I was sweating, so damn hot as I uncurled from Brax’s hold. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as the shouting that had woken me up came through from my closed door.
It was Kai and Derik. The link was covered in anger and resentment, something more twinging in it, but I couldn’t place it when I had just woken up and still felt like shit.
“Fuck off! Let me go in, Derik. You do not own me!” Kai roared, and there was a thud that startled Brax awake. He frowned and turned to me as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
“Stay here,” he whispered, kissing my temple before heading out the door.
Muffled voices filtered through, and my frown grew. I stood on shaky legs, my head still thumping.
It was actually getting annoying constantly having a headache that I couldn’t get rid of and a sick stomach that swirled when I moved too fast.
I clenched my eyes shut and held the bedpost tightly, heading for the door.
There was another thud against it, and Kai’s anger filled me.
“You will not stop me from seeing her! This is my decision!” he snapped, and Derik grunted.
“She’s not well enough, Kai! Go in there with that news and you’ll make it worse.
I’m not letting that happen!” Derik argued.
“He’s right, Kai,” Brax tried, his voice still a little thick from sleep.
“Let her decide what she can handle. This changes nothing!”
“Like fuck it doesn’t,” Brax growled.
“I won’t let it,” Kai said, his rage finally lessening.
I waited for more but their voices lowered so I couldn’t hear anything.
I wasn’t sure how they were keeping their thoughts from me and the link, but they were, and that was getting on my nerves, so I made my way to the door and swung it open.
Derik and Kai stood there with no shirts like Brax, but they looked like they had been running. They were both covered in sweat, and Kai had a claw mark on his face.
Kai went to step forward to me but Derik stepped in front, their eyes locked in some kind of power war.
“What’s going on? I don’t like it when you fight each other,” I said quietly, not speaking too loud so my head wouldn’t rebel.
“Nothing, beautiful. Go back to bed and rest.”
I frowned at him harder. “I don’t like it when you lie either.”
I winced, my head still assaulting me. It started swimming, and I swallowed hard as the nausea tried to make it worse. I clutched the door for support.
I should want to get better because being sick was frustrating and a little less dignifying as a human, but really, I just missed my alphas.
I missed their touch, their bodies with mine, their comfort. They were sleeping in their own rooms at the moment. Brax sometimes joined me, but the others said I needed rest and I had to admit, resting did feel good.
“We’ll tell you about it later. Once you’re better,” Derik insisted.
I wanted to argue, I wanted to know what they were arguing about, but my body wasn’t cooperating. I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed.
I realized my mistake too late, right before the spinning got too bad and I couldn’t hold myself up.
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