The Exiled Alpha

Chapter fourty-two

There's a soft shift to something I am lying on. The deep sleep that I was in washes away and replaces itself with me slowly waking up. My body feels like it's falling suddenly and I snap my eyes open, looking around myself to see what's going on. I'm on a bed in my house.

The memories from yesterday wash back into my mind and I tense up. I remember how the two werewolves attacked the pack house on a full moon and how one of them injured me. I turn my head to look at my arm and the make shift bandages I wrapped around the injury, just to stop the bleeding. But the terrible wrapped cloth has been replaced by actual bandages that are securely wrapped around my injuries and tied down by metal clasps.

I see Elliot sitting on the edge of the bed, his figure turned away from me. He's in a tight black t-shirt, his shoulders slouched down a little. I reach my hand out, brushing my fingers against his back. My mate tenses at the sudden movement, his head turning to look over his shoulder at me. But when our eyes meet, his body completely relaxes under my touch and he turns around to smile at me.

"Morning, sleepyhead." He greets, a soft smile stretching on his lips. He leans down on the bed, resting on one arm and looking down on me. I notice that his arm isn't in a cast anymore because they had to get it off for him to normally shift. "Morning." I mumble, looking at his figure almost hovering over me. I have the urge to lift my head up and kiss him and it's like he reads my mind.

Elliot leans down, our noses lightly brushing against each other. But he hesitates, his hazel eyes flickering over to mine in question. When he doesn't see any kind of discomfort or dislike he dives completely down, our lips crashing together in a sweet, soft kiss. His lips are warm and soft, as they move against mine. I bring my left hand to his face, tugging his long chestnut locks out of the way. I can feel Elliot smile into the kiss, before he breaks our connected lips. But his face stays completely in front of mine, his forehead resting against mine.

"I think I could get used to this every single day." He mumbles and it makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. But I make myself roll my eyes at him. "Don't push your luck, El." I tell him, which makes my mate smile even more. He lifts himself up into a sitting position, his eyes glued to my form. I feel the weight of his gaze on my body, so I turn my head away from him, looking to the window, where the sunlight shines through.

"What's the time?" I ask Elliot. He pulls his phone out of his grey sweatpants and looks at it. "Just something past ten. Your father let me stay here with you and the pups, while he went to the pack house with the council." Elliot explains, his lips tugging up slightly. I can see how he's trying to stop himself from laughing, so I quirk one of my eyebrows up.

"What?" I ask, which makes his smile grow even more. "Well... me and your father had to have a talk in the morning." He tells me and I feel how both of my eyebrows raise up in question. I prop myself on my good arm, looking to my mate.

"About?" I ask and that's when he chuckles quietly. "Well... I kind of started a fight in the den last night. He had his eyes on me all the time and I felt your anxiety and fear in my bones. I couldn't go and check on you because he wouldn't let me go up to the pack house." Elliot scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, a boyish smile playing on his lips. "And so you started a fight?" I ask and he nods. "I lightly bit Knox in the hind leg and he went ballistic. I slipped past everyone easily afterwards." Elliot shrugs his shoulders and it makes me smile at how nonchalant he is about this.

"Before you say anything, I apologized to Knox and your father in the morning." He explains before I could even open my lips to speak again. "Your father said it was alright, but next time I need to say something about how you're feeling."

His hand goes to cover my own, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. He smiles a little, looking up to my crystal blue eyes.

"Those two werewolves..." I start and the smile disappears from his lips. Elliot's face changes into a dark expression, anger flashing in his eyes. "Douglas and Freddie." He tells me and I nod a little. I glance down to his large hand that is covering mine and interweave our fingers.