The Alpha Bitch

Chapter Eight

Blake told me about Emily. I told him about Liam. I understood him. More importantly, he understood me.

I spent weeks with the Wolves. Blake told his pack they were no longer the Dark Wolves. Only the Wolves. More fitting, I guess. Nothing is dark about Blake anymore. Only Jinxx.

Jinxx didn't come. He didn't save me, he didn't try to save me, I doubt he even thought about saving me. He was probably too busy thinking about Emily. Which was fine.

I had Blake.

We weren't...dating. We hadn't kissed, hold hands, he hadn't touched me.

He also hadn't turned me into a Wolf. I don't know how I would feel about that. Would I care? Would I wish Jinxx would've saved me beforehand?

I have to stop thinking about Jinxx. He doesn't love you. Why can't I get that into my head?

"Riley," Blake said as he stepped into my room. "Someone's here to see you."

"I...I can't. I..." I stuttered. I had seen no one but Blake in weeks, and I'm not sure I was ready. And Blake and I hadn't talked, it had been more of a comfortable silence.

"You have to come out sometime, Riley." He sighed. He still thought we were mates.

He opened the door further, and stepped out. I  thought he had just forgotten to shut the door, but Michael walked in.

"Hi," he said meekly, shutting the door.

We had a small hut in the forest. My door was more of a couple of pieces of wood speared together than a door.

"Why are you here?" I mumbled. He knew what I saw with Jinxx.

"Well, let me be the first to say that I knew Emily before Blake. She was a family friend. She was also a slut. She would have sex with Joe one day, and cheat on Bob the next. She won't last long with Jinxx. I swear."

"Who are Joe and Bob? And how do you know? You aren't a fucking oracle."

"Joe and Bob are no one. And I know Emily. Oh, and I know Blake. He's in love with you, by the way." He smiled. "He didn't even look that  way with Emily. I'm impressed. Blake used to be the biggest ass. Even with Emily. I'd know, we're brothers. Eighteen long, hard years I'd say."

"You guys are brothers? You two look nothing alike."

"My mom thought that too. The second she saw her blue-black haired baby she said 'This is not my son.' Pretty amusing if you ask me," Michael said.

"Yeah," said Blake, who'd been listening at the door. "But no one's asking you, Michael."

"Hey," Michael yelled. "We were having a private conversation!"

"Then stop talking about me," Blake said calmly, "and I'll try to remember that two feet away people are having private conversations."

(Hey. This is one of those 'Author is currently pissed off' notes. Really pissed right now. I think we've all heard the song 'Sing' by My Chemical Romance by now. On radio stations, on Ipods, on Itunes. But listen up, 'kay? Most of these people who just "love" 'Sing,' these are ALSO the people that as of four weeks ago thought of My Chemical Romance as 'that retarded-ass emo band that no one listens to.' So to all those fucking hypocrites, screw off. You have no purpose to the world, and will probably die alone.

This 'Author is currently pissed off' note does not pretain to those who just like the song 'Sing' and liked My Chemical Romance before it came out.

Thanks for reading my rants about hypocritic teenagers of the world today. I appreciate it.)

(By the way, check out the song 'Burn' by Papa Roach. I freaking love that song.)

Michael laughed. I was close to giggling, which was more than I had done since seeing Jinxx.

I still don't know why I'm so hung over on him. It's not like we were dating or anything.

I just thought...since I was Alpha Female...

"Michael. Out. I need to talk to Riley alone," Blake said suddenly. Michael's smiled instantly disappeared, and he looked at me. I saw Blake nod absently, and Michael turned to him.

"Blake..." he said slowly. He apperently knew exactly what was going on.

Blake was going to turn me into a Wolf.

Did it scare me? No.

Did I want Jinxx to save me? I don't want anything to do with Jinxx.

Did I wish Jinxx had saved me? No. I'm...happy here. I feel...good.

Well, atleast I was sure on what I was feeling. Now I was. I'm ready. To be a Wolf.

"Riley..." Blake started when Michael had closed the door.

"Blake. I know," I said. he looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. I paused to look at him. Still as amazingly beautiful as always. His hair today was blacker than blue. Yesterday it was bluer. "I know you want to turn me. I think I'm ready."

He paused. "That's not it at all. I don't want to turn you Riley. I think you're suposed to be one of the pack. I'm letting you go."

Something was off. Something was...wrong. Not....

He wasn't moving his lips. His lips weren't moving.

He was talking to me through my head.

"This is what I wanted to tell you." He said this again through my head.

"Can I do that?" I asked.

He smiled. "You're doing it right now."

I looked at him. One of his few blue strands fell into his face.

"What does that mean, your hair? One day theres more blue, next more black."

"Oh. Black is better than blue."

"Wait. What does...this mean? Talking through heads?" I thinks I said this in my head.

"It means we're--"

Then the door opened. Michael's head popped in.

"Blake! We're under attack! The pack is here." He looked at me. "To get their Alpha Female back."

"Tell the fighters to shift, and the Wolves who don't fight to get to the crossbows. Don't shoot until they do. Do not kill unless there is more than fifty. No need to kill an endangered species," he said completely calmly to Michael. He didn't even turn his head when he spoke to me.

"Riley. What does this all mean. It means we've been mated."