The Exiled Alpha

Chapter eighteen

The silence was almost agonizing. But it was better than being around people. I lazily open one of my eyes to see my phone ringing yet again. I have been ignoring everybody's calls ever since the meeting. I locked myself into my room and haven't answered the door for anybody.

I felt betrayed and angry. How dare he do this to me? To his own mate. Betraying me by driving my pack out of Beacon Hills or having a war with us.

I roll over in my bed, so I don't have to look at my ringing phone. Natalie has been persistent. As if she knew that something went wrong and is trying to get in contact with me. I close my eyes and pull the covers over my head, the darkness making me feel just a little bit better.

The whole pack is in chaos. My father has been in the pack house the whole night after we came back from the meeting. He's trying to find some way to stay here, without getting into a war. I lost all hope that that's possible. We either lose our home or we lose a bunch of our friends and families. It's what they planned. To push us into a corner and make us panic.

I hear somebody messing with the lock on my door and I almost snarl to warn the person about coming in. But snarling or even lifting my head up to look at who it is just feels like using too much of my energy. I have been wrapped up in this cocoon of blankets for the whole day already. I hear the lock give in and the door creaks open. I only use my wolf senses to register who it is.

The bed dips down at the weight of the person sitting down on my bed. I face the wall, hoping that they just leave me alone. But I don't get this kind of luck with my family. The covers and blankets are pulled off of my head and the blinding light from the afternoon sun makes me squeeze my eyes shut.

"Hey." Samantha's gentle voice comes to my ears, making me open my eyes and blink a couple of times, just to get used to the light. I glance over my shoulder at her, noticing how her eyebrows are furrowed in a concerned expression. I turn away from her, facing the wall again. "Are you just going to mop around in bed all day?" She questions me, but I still don't answer. I just keep on staring at the grey painted wall of my room.

Her delicate fingers brush my hair away from my face, her digits tangling with the knots in my hair. She tries to undo them to busy herself until I actually start talking with her. She understands the silence comes from dread and anger, that is against the Midnight pack and not herself. Noticing I won't speak, Sam decides to do it instead of me.

"Your father is still in the pack house with his Betas and Gammas." She tells me but I don't even blink at the news. I was expecting him to barricade himself in that pack house for the whole week of time we have to decide. "Ty and Tommy went out to blow off some steam." Sam continues to tell me, but I really couldn't care less about what the twins do right now. I roll over and look to her finally and I can see a small smile grow on her lips. Her grey eyes glance over to my phone that is on the ground, noticing it's ringing again.

"Have you been ignoring Nat's calls?" She asks and picks up my phone. I nod a little, digging my head further into the pillow. "I really don't feel like being around anybody." I finally speak up and I notice how the soft smile grows back on Samantha's lips. She's happy I'm actually communicating with her. "It's understandable." She mumbles, her smile turning into one that looks sadder than before. "I slept on the couch last night. Tyler wanted some space and I couldn't really sleep if I'm being honest." She tells me and sets my phone down on the mattress, the screen facing down.

"I know this is a really shitty situation, but don't push your friends away, Mack." Samantha says, her grey eyes connecting with mine. I force myself to look away from her and stare through the window. "I would like to see you blow off some steam as well. So you won't be in this room the whole day." She glances down to her clasped hands. I look over to the clock on my nightstand, noticing it's ten minutes to four in the afternoon.