Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 12| A Sorry Mother

I clasped onto Drake's hand as he pulled me into his apartment building. The same apartment building he had called me to during his heat. The thought of having him in such an exposed and aroused state made me feel a little giddy inside. Or maybe it was the fact that I hadn't touched him like that since then. Everyday I imagined Drake in that vulnerable position, begging me to be deep inside of him. Pleading for my touch and smell as if his life depended on it. I glanced over the effeminate boy finding him incredibly irresistible. His pink lips were formed into a small unknowing smile and his baby smooth skin shining as if it hadn't been touched by outside. He whore a black rhinestone choker necklace that fit snuggly around his slender neck while the rest of his 5foot 5 inch frame was swallowed by my pullover. The oversized grey fabric draped over his mid section, almost reaching his knees. I never admitted how cute he looked wearing my stuff because I wanted to seem annoyed by it. It was like my closet had become his personal clothing boutique. I honestly didn't mind though, it made me want him that much more.

Drake's big blue eyes lit up like firecrackers when he saw the front desk clerk, who always seemed to have attitude with me. "Clara! Oh my gosh! I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks!" He exclaimed, giving the beta girl a hug. The clerk never took her eyes off me as she hugged Drake back.

"Yeah...I was seconds away from calling the police until I realized that you were probably with that alpha," she said as if I wasn't standing right there. What was her issue with me? I hadn't done anything to her. I was here for Drake and that was it.

"Be nice! He's actually a sweetheart and I sort of maybe...I don't know...let him mark me," Drake admitted nervously. Clara went through a number of negative emotions before attempting to reach over her front desk to attack me.

"You marked him! You idiot! You better..."

"Clara, calm down. He's taking care of me. I...I'm sort of here to get my things and I'd really appreciate it if we could do it silently. I don't know if you realized, but..."

"Your Alpha is Maxwell Jenkins. Yeah, I know. I knew that the first time he walked in here. I also knew you'd end him falling for him. It still doesn't change the fact that he's an Alpha. There all the same!" She sneered, crossing her arms when she realized there was no use. I wondered what she had been through that made her hate Alphas. It wasn't an uncommon thing. I was willing to admit that Alphas could be horrible people who had zero control of themselves.

"Clara...please don't tell anyone. If the media knew who he was courting...who he marked...I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that I ruined his life," Drake explained. I felt sick hearing him explain this situation. He had zero fault. I put myself in this situation.

"Drake, I would never expose your private business like that. I know what you've been though...but does he?" Clara asked, still glaring at me. What was she talking about. Of course I knew what Drake went though. It's why I was so protective of him. It's why...

I felt a tug at my heart, knowing that what I was feeling right now wasn't me but Drake. It was an intense feeling that left me speechless and stagnant. What had I missed? I though he told me everything. I knew about his family, I know about him being taken advantage of when in heat, I knew how much he constantly blamed himself. What had I overlooked?

"Max..." he faltered as I searched within myself. I needed to fix it immediately. I needed to make him feel better or I'd end up going crazy

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked bluntly. Drake tensed up a little, his big eyes to afraid to look at me. Clara protectively pulled the omega towards her for comfort as tears swelled within his eyes, throwing me into complete panic mode. He was just smiling as if nothing was wrong.