The Alpha's Angel

Hide Away

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"My eyes jumped alive as I gasp and sit up from the sudden sound that had scared the living shit out of me as I look around my room frantically as beads of sweat form on my forehead. It was dark out and everything that was apart of my room was surround me, making me relax a little. No one was outside my door running around barking orders to one another, no sunlight but just the light sound of pouring rain lighting the silence in this room. I then try to calm my racing heart. It was only a dream."

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I ran my fingers through my hair as I think over the nightmare I had, making me cringe to the thought of Jack being selfishly cruel. I couldn't tell if it was a vision or a ridiculous dream, and I hope for my second guess. As my heart was still beating loud, thumping in my ears, I wondered what time it was. I looked over to my night stand on the right side of me to see the clock read 2AM. I groaned in frustration that I didn't get enough sleep that I really needed right now with what I had done from these past short amount of days. That I was pretty much forced to live here, I found out my dad was still alive, the day I ran away in the freezing cold, going to a club with Jordan too wash my guilt away, and then the most marvelously sweet and romantic date I've ever been on with a guy that I don't even know if I am what he says I am. That I'm his mate as he likes to call it. I mean, the date felt like a dream. I never expected him to be that gentlemen like in the beginning. He truly was a sweet heart. All of these events that had happened so randomly makes me even more exhausted just thinking about it. I needed something to ease my tensed muscles and racking brain but I couldn't even think what could cause me to sleep at this hour. As I pondered over nothing, the sound of the rain hitting the window put a bit of a little ease to my stressful thinking, making me want to just listen to the rains soft pattern on the window. I laid my head softly on the pillow relaxing myself to the sound of the rain.

The gentle noise made my mind wonder effortlessly to Jack's features. The way his hair was styled up in that up-do like quiff, how it reminded me of waves on a beach. And when his hair gets messy and how cute it looks on him when it's down and floppy. Or his eyes that are as deep as the sea making me want to dive into that peaceful, beautiful paradise. The way his lips are the shape of hearts, so soft and lusciously kissable. When the cold nips at his lips, making them a flushed pink that I could literally kiss them until we both can't bear it anymore. The way he kisses me makes the butterflies erupt like a volcano had awoken from its sleepless sleep. How his lips tasted sweet like candy sweet tarts and warm like a heavenly sun rise. His kisses can be so gentle and caring and yet hungry and affectionate. He literally drives me insane and I probably have the same effect on him. It feels like we can't be separated no matter the circumstances.

I sigh. I've got it bad. It's really bad, almost like I have a disease from just him in my presence. But that's what I live for. My thoughts slowly drifted away as I fell back asleep, hoping I could get some rest this time. But, as always, I tossed and turned and couldn't find any chance of having the deep sleep I was oh so craving. So I threw the covers off my body and hopped out of bed. I checked the time again to see that the time was 3:30. I sighed dramatically. I tiresomely rubbed my eyes as I walked to the door, shuffling my feet. I open the door and peeked through the hallway to check that it was clear before continuing on to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping it would help me fall back asleep.

As I shuffled down the hallway, I noticed the paintings on the wall. The paintings I had walked passed all had different men in chief hats. They all had wrinkled tan skin, all in the same standing position looking like they were less interested in what was going on at the moment. All wearing the same clothing. A long animal fur like coat draping down from their shoulders with colored feathers going down the back of the coat. And with a large feathered hat also going down their backs. They all had different features on their faces and some of them were quiet the same. Some had soft brown eyes, some angered and some mutual, not caring they were being painted. It was done uniquely as every stroke carved their every feature creating the bumps on their faces and lumps on their bodies. It's weird, i haven't really paid attention to these paintings. I would occasionally glance at them and call it a day. Who knew they had such great detail? I walked up to one of the pictures and traced my finger along the wooden frame leading to a golden name plate that had 'Sal Donovan' written in elegant writing. I watched the painting curiously as I thought why this man had Donovan as a last name? He looked similar to everyone else in their separate picture frames, but he was unique, different, in some way. I sighed deeply, dropping my hand to my side.