The Alpha's mate

Chapter 15

I let out a sound that is something like a groan mixed with a hiss. Xavier had practically begged me to let him carry me, but instead of being smart, I disagreed.

My leg should have healed by now, or atleast made more progress, but the stupid bullet was silver dipped in wolfsbane. That bullet was made to kill me, or Xavier. Either way, I'm beginging to realise how much they want and need me.

Charging in here to demand me was reckless, not to mention they shot me. Xaviers pack is the strongest and though we may not have been prepared, we will be next time.

I have already heard of the changes in rounds and guards. And from what I've heard, no one that isnt allowed wont be in the pack boarder. I've also heard Xaviers been calling packs like crazy to get some help.

The vampires declaring war isnt suprising, whats suprising is how many packs are becoming traitors. It's like they believe that killing other packs is smarter than staying loyal to the comunity.

"This wouldn't have happened had you not tested that pyscho." Lacey says with a tight grin on her face.

"I didn't think he'd actually shoot me." I groan.

"He had the advantage, Rose. I'd use it to." Ivy explains. "Stupid packs." I hear her mutter under her breath.

"Lets get wasted." Lacey shouts.

I nearly scream in joy when they bring up alchoal. "Yass boo yass!"

"I'll go find us some suitable liquor. Ivy you go get us some snacks. And Rose... lie on your ass and set up netflix." Lacey commands.

"Aye, aye cappy." I say, using the remote thingy to turn on the TV. I wasn't bad with electronics so I finished way before either of them got back.

Finally, though, they get back. Ivy and Lacey set up the snacks and liquor on Xaviers bed. Ivy had made us super pretzal, popcorn and nachos. While Lacey brought up vodka, the ingrediants for margaritas, beer and what looks like whisky.

We start out light, making Lacey make us margaritas. I have no clue why Xavier has a blender in his room, but he does so we use that. Then slowly and gradually we get up to the harder stuff.

Soon though, we have to get this super liquor. Like humans would be drunk if this stuff touched their tounge, super liquid. It was designed so that werewolves could get drunk faster, still it would take that and a bunch of normal stuff to get us drunk.

Eventually we get so drunk nothing makes sense and were giggling like school girls. The show on Netfix was no longer making sense, so we just countinue to eat food, like a lot of food.

"Oh my Godness, I just got the most amaze ball idea ever. We should get freindship tattoos. Like Lacey will get the word Rose. I'll get the word is. And Ivy will get sexy."

Lacey snorts throwing her head back laughing. "I was thinking more like tiny dots, that represent the world from very far away. Like super far."

"Owww!" I yelp as Ivy pushes me closer to Lacey, making me hit my leg. "Please someone just chop! It! Off!" I exagerate my last few words.

"Stop being such a baby." Ivy groans.

"I'm going to push you both in a well if you dont stop groaning like two year olds." Lacey states, putting a pretzal in her mouth.

"I'll just get Rose to call lover boy." Ivy retorts.

"Speaking of the devil, where is he?" Lacey ask.

"Some super important, not for me to attend, but somehow about me, meeting." I answer in a high pitched mocking voice.

"God, he does that to you to. He used to do that all the time when we were like kids. 'No Lacey you cant play with the boys, were playing so that the weird kid will stop trying to flirt with you'." She does a high pitched immitation of Xavier, showing just how annoying he can be.

"Or what about how he doesn't trust anyone? When he first found me with you he had me interrogated for like seven hours. Then I almost got killed when i sarcastcally said I was there on a booty call." Ivy adds, rolling her eyes in the process.

"I have it the worse though. I mean come on he locked me in here for a week, not to mention I'm stuck with him for life!" I screech.

"Aww, we all have a common enemy." Lacey exclaims.

"Good to know I'm the enemy." We hear a voice snort.

"Oh, joy the wardens back." Lacey cheers sarcastically.

"I was only gone for a few hours and you've managed to all get drunk and decide I'm the enemy."

"We also decided that we're getting matching tattoos." I chime.

"Alrighty, I think that means it's time to sober all of you up." Xavier grumbles.

"Boooo" We cheer simulatneusly.

Xaviers Pov:
I reach down pulling up my sister and Ivy, steading them on their feet and calling for my beta. Once I get rid of them, I lift Rose off our bed and carry her to the bathroom. I take of her shorts and top, much to her grunting.

"Don't look." She whines.

I oblige, slipping over a big shirt over her head while looking at the wall.

Once I get the shirt on, I pick my angel up bridel style and carry her npback into the room.

"You're going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow." I tell her, chuckling under my breath.

"Don't be mean." She scolds playfully.

"Pulease, I'm like the antonym of mean."

"Keep telling yourself that." She mumbles sleepily.

I cradle her sleeping form, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. Her face twitches for a minute before returning to normal. Leave it to Rose to hate affection even in her sleep. It didn't take a genius to figure out she absolutley hated when most people touched her.

I can't seem to ever get her out of my head. I keep thinking about how much she's changed me, and my pack.

Whenever the pack heard I found my mate, they were relieved to say the least. It wasn't a suprise that she would make me nicer, and kinder. Before I met her, I killed anything I wanted, did anything I wanted, and really had no one to protect.

But Rose changes that, she gives me something to fight for. And I know that if she wanted to fight alongside the werewolves in this war, I would stand by her even if it ment death.

The question, though, was would I just let her go in there with out trying to knock some sense into her? Of course not, she was my goddamn mate.

I stroke her long hair lovingly, I hope she never cuts it. I love the way her hair sways when she walks or how it flows when shes outside. I couldn't imagine her without it.

Eventually I wrap my arms around her waist and fall into a peaceful sleep.