Mates with Alpha Dylan

Chapter 22

Sam's POV

"All of those in favor of Tiffany being the Luna of this pack, please raise your hand," James spoke to the pack. We are currently in the meeting house taking a majority vote because Tiffany was begging and Dylan agreed just to shut her up. As predicted, nobody raised their hands and Tiffany's face was absolutely priceless. She walked in here with her head held high as if she was going to win.

James tried to so hard to suppress his chuckle, but he failed miserably. He completely bursted out with laughter at her facial expression. I couldn't help it and I started laughing myself. My sides are hurting and I have tears coming out of my eyes, I cannot breathe because that's how hard I'm laughing. Seconds later the entire pack is rolling on the floor, literally, in laughter.

Tiffany, being the "grown woman" that she is, starting whining and stomping her feet. She started complaining to Dylan but he couldn't hear her because he too was laughing.

We stayed like that for about five minutes until James had let everything out of his system. His laugh was too contagious for us not to laugh with him. He finally got himself together and said, "alright, now all of those in favor of Sam being the Luna of our pack, please raise your hands," and what I saw made me tear a little.

Every single one of the pack members stood up, climbed onto their chairs, and raised both hands. I swear this was planned but it made me happy nonetheless. Beau and the guys aren't officially a part of this pack, but they still raised their hands for me. And it meant more to me than they'll ever know.

The kids were a completely different story.

They chanted "we want Sam" over and over again at the top of their little lungs. James smiled at the pups and then said, "it seems like the decision has been made. Sam will continue to be our Luna. Meeting adjourned," and that's all he had to say before I was ambushed by fifteen kids and about thirty teenagers. All of a sudden I hear, "hey, move it people! This is my best fwiend!" I know that voice anywhere, it's my little Tony. I knelt down to his level and embraced him in the biggest hug I could've possibly given him.

He whispered, "I missed you so much, Sam!" into my hair. I replied, "I missed you too, little guy," and the next thing I know, we were all piled up on the ground until Tiffany said, "you might be the Luna but I still have Dylan!" She smirked at me as if she had won. Does she not know that I don't care about that anymore?

I got up and laughed, "Well congratulations, you finally found a guy who isn't just a quickie!" I smirked while here dropped completely. She made the intention of slapping me but I caught her arm before it could go far and beat her to the punch. Or slap. Whatever floats your boat.

I left Tiffany and her red cheek and walked to the pack house. Selene was gracious enough to finally show me to my guest room. I'm still wearing the bloody clothes and I'm pretty uncomfortable so when she left I made my way to the shower. I stripped down and stepped into the warm water, and this felt like heaven. But that lasted shortly.

Because soon after, my thoughts took over.

My uncle being the mastermind behind the massacre of my loved ones. Beau and the guys being a part of it. Tiffany being such a bitch. Everything that Dylan's put me through, yet I still find it in my heart to forgive them all. The thoughts, one after another, just flashing. I'm sitting here, wondering how it's possible for someone to have a heart like mine.

Being a pure white wolf has its pros and cons. But this is definitely a con because as much as I'd like to be a complete bitch, I can't bring myself to be like that. I'm too nice for my own damn good. I know most of you think I'm completely insane for being so calm and forgiving after everything that I've been through, but I just can't help it.

It's who I am.

And I cannot change that.

But I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke down. My head in my hands, my elbows on my knees, the water running over my entire body. Through my blurry vision I see the dirt and dried blood slowly flowing down the drain. My hair stuck to my body, almost like a curtain. And everything's hitting me like a truck.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

Hell, I don't think I want to do this anymore.

I'm tired of the pain.

I'm sick of the hurt.

There's a cloud of darkness that's keeping its grip tightly around me, and I don't know what to do to make that grip loosen up.

The darkness keeps its grip.

No matter what I do, the darkness keeps its grip.

It's times like this that I miss my parents the most. Their beautiful chocolate brown eyes that held a brightening sparkle, their infectious smiles and contagious laughter, the love they had for all of us, especially each other.

That's what I miss the most about them, yet all I seem to remember the most is the empty, hallow look they both had when I lost them.

That's all I seem to be able to remember them by.

When I think of them, that's what I see and I hate it so much.

And all I can think of right now is, 'please, come back.'

But of course it's just a thought.

A mere wish that I know in my heart will never come true.

And it pains me more than you will ever know.