Forever My Alpha

Ch. 3

The magnificent aroma that invaded my nostrils stirred me awake and I blindly followed the aroma, down the stairs, half-sleep and carelessly until I subconsciously pulled & sat in a chair then started devouring whatever was in front of me.

"Yum," I groaned sleepily. I didn't even bother to open my eyes. The fluffiness that sat on my tongue automatically told me that I was eating an Elias-famous, well-missed pancake.

I begrudgingly rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I didn't want to wake up from this dream. It tasted so real and too good to be true. Taking modest blinks, I saw Elias looking at me with a blinding smile and that's when I realized this wasn't a dream.

I gasped for air and jumped up from the chair. I asked, "Is this real?" I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"Nope, definitely real," I whispered. I looked up at an amused Elias this time, fighting to hold in his laughter.

"Not funny," I said as I scratched my forehead.
"Whatever you say," he replied.

"I missed these pancakes so much," I divulged. My memories suddenly came flooding into my brain and for a moment, I was tricked into thinking I kissed Elias, but I figured I must've been too tired because I had no recollection after that. I think my brain was damaged while I was asleep. There's no way..

"Hello," Elias waved his hand in front of my face, "I've been talking to a brick wall for 2 minutes now. Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" He tensed up and was about to walk over to me until I yelled at him.

"I'm fine. Don't be a worrywart."

He nodded, "You haven't touched your bacon. It's scary."

"Give me enough time and it'll be exactly where the pancake is," I smiled.

It was silent while I ate. Elias went back to cook more breakfast at the stove. He wouldn't forget to cook his eggs and he definitely wouldn't eat until he had his waffle. By the time I was done eating my bacon, he'd finally sat down. So, I waited for him to finish before I picked up our dishes and washed them.

"You're all grown up now," Elias said suddenly in a sad voice. "What do I do now?"

Melancholy washed over the room. I wish I knew how to make him feel better, but I didn't. Because he was right. I had grown up.. a lot. I wasn't that little kid with a missing tooth who never listened anymore; I was at a loss for words.

"I don't know," I said after a while. "But I'm back now, so let's just take this one step at a time please."

I could feel him lingering behind me as I dried the dishes. I felt as though he wished to say something but instead he ran upstairs and I heard tons of things fumble and hit the floor tremendously.

"Are you okay up there?" I yelled frantically. "What are you doing? Are you having a mental breakdown?"

"Just give me a second," he replied gruffly. I could tell that whatever he was doing caused him to be out of breath and it was almost as if I could see the melancholy leaving the room. Of course we couldn't be sad forever. I imagined Elias huffing and puffing and sweating as he knocked things down like a toddler. It amused me and I laughed while a sweaty Elias was coming downstairs with a gift in his hand.

He sighed and wiped his glistening forehead, "I've been waiting for this day. I always knew it would come."

He hesitantly but gently passed me the box before making himself scarce. He rushed past me to go outdoors and I shrugged. I roamed upstairs to my bed and took a seat before opening the dingy green and plaid box.

A box full of letters awaited me— all dated, all stacked, all neatly hand-written by the one & only himself.

These letters started from when I was younger and I left to be the Lycans for a while. There were a few that were written afterwards dedicated to me after small fights. I skimmed those letters. Then the major ones from when Valkon took me were at the end and I couldn't bare to read those. I quickly put the top back on the box. I couldn't figure out where we had a water leak until I realized the water was falling from my eyes.

I was crying already and it couldn't be past nine. Who cries at nine a.m.? Me, apparently. I never knew I was such a stubborn child. I never knew I caused him to feel that way. I never knew he loved me so..

"I can't believe I thought you didn't write to me back then. I even cursed your name on my birthday," I sniffled. "Quit hiding and come here."

My door slowly opened to a blushing man with blue eyes. He looked so shy and could as he rubbed his neck.

"What kind of guy makes a girl cry at 9 a.m.?"

"The kind that wants you to know how much he missed you, even if he already said he missed you. It's just not enough," he replied. "I came to an empty house every night and it triggered me into a downward spiral. The only thing I had was memories and your fleeting smell. I damn near died from loneliness. I figured if I gave up and I couldn't find you, I'd literally die. The guilt and loneliness ate me up everyday, Kenby. You were the only thing that allowed me to feel & when I lost you, I didn't know what to do. I thought about doing some crazy things," Elias admitted. Tears threatened to leak from his oceans but he held them back proudly. "I never want to feel that again. So just stay here," he begged, "Don't go anywhere. Don't disappear in front of me again.. please."

"Don't worry, Ellie. I won't leave you again. I'll always be by your side," I reassured him. "I promise."