His Savior

Awake?

~Laslo~

               She can't be serious! Is she really going to deny me over someone that she has never even met? This makes absolutely no sense to me. I'm here! I'm strong, and I'm an Alpha, for fucks sake, but here she is, denying me. The entire concept of fated mates is ridiculous to me and I found out firsthand just how ridiculous it can be. My father was my mother's fated mate, and that got them nowhere. He was a warrior, and my mom is of Beta blood. When they met, my mother was ecstatic. She always wanted her fated mate and had been waiting to find him since she became of age.

               Mom went to a mating ball one year, and she found her mate there. She always told me how handsome he was; how much I look like him. They had an amazing time, dancing the night away. Mom was so swept up in it all that she didn't consider that anything could be wrong. After the ball, mom said that they went to his room, and that is when everything was ruined. My father and mother mated, but when she woke up in the morning, he was gone. Well, not before he rejected her. She was left alone that morning in horrible pain. My grandparents wanted to find him and make him pay, but my mom convinced them not to. She later met Derek Williams, and they decided to be chosen mates. Their union was strong, and mom always told me that fated mates were not all it's cracked up to be. I'd much rather decide, on my own, who my mate will be rather than have some invisible person choose for me.

               What's really bothering me is the fact that Zahara felt that she could say no to me. No one said no to me, no matter who they were. I'm an Alpha, and I demand to be treated as such. There is nothing I've wanted in my life that I haven't gotten. I can't even look at another she-wolf because they aren't Zahara. I haven't slept with anyone in a long time because they aren't her. If I do decide to ease my desires, I have to imagine the person is Zahara so that I can complete the act. Zahara isn't allowed to say no to me, and she needs to understand that. Nero and I want her. She will be an amazing Luna, and our pups will be strong and smart. Zahra will be mine regardless of how she feels about it now. I hurry to catch up with the group. I keep my eye on Zahara and try to figure out how I will get her to understand that we, together, are already done.

~Cory~

              I open my eyes and expect to see something......anything. Everything around me is dark. I have often wondered what the afterlife would be like. I always imagined an open field, lush with trees, bushes, and flowers. There would be spaces of clear blue water. It would be a place that screams peace and tranquility. I always imagined that people lost before would be there, enjoying their time though the time would not be marked. Kind of like an endless cycle, not something that starts or stops. A place where there were no worries, no sadness, no pain, and nothing but happiness. I always hoped that I would see my mother there waiting for me. I don't remember much about her, just her eyes and her smile. She had the most amazing hazel eyes, and I remember how much they used to sparkle. Her smile could melt the toughest hearts. That is all I have left of her; all that I can remember. My father was no help in helping me with my memories of my mom. I never fully understood why that was; I just know that he didn't spend as much time with her before I was born.

               I, sometimes, would imagine that I'd see my dad too. I had a short time with him, but he always made me feel loved and wanted. Margaret would take up as much of his free time as she could, so he wouldn't be able to spend much time with me. Dad always found a way to sit with me for a bit and talk to me, and those are the moments that I treasure. Maybe my mom and my dad were together in the afterlife, but I can't really say because I never knew them together in this life.

               I toss and turn, but it is useless because there is nothing to see. There is nothing to hear and nothing to smell. Maybe this is the afterlife for everyone, or maybe this is a special hell for me. I never thought I'd end up in hell, but who could know? I might have slighted the Goddess in some way which is why I had to endure all that I have. This may just be my eternity, and I have no choice but to deal with it. I close my eyes and let the darkness take over again.

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               I feel 'awake' again, having no idea how long I was out last time. I'm going to have to start to change my mindset if this is my eternity. I have no reason to believe that I would ever know how long I'm out, and, really, there may be no concept of time here, so there is nothing to measure. I try to open my eyes, but I'm not able to. I strain to try to pry my eyes open, but there is nothing except, there is a faint sound. I concentrate, trying to figure out what the sound is. It seems to be some sort of beeping. The fact that there is sound makes me even more determined to open my eyes. I try different methods to make this happen, but all attempts end in the same result, nothing. I groan out of frustration, but it simply fades into the blackness.

               I continue to hear the beeping....one beep after another. The rhythm is consistent, and I start to just focus on the beeping. I try to come up with songs that match the beeping, but I really don't know much. My life was spent isolated and as a slave essentially. I couldn't enjoy life like those around me and my age. A blast of warmth passes over me, and it makes me still. Is there someone there? I strain but can hear nothing other than the beeping. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe my mind is so eager to have something or someone here that it is making up things. I can't go an eternity with a crazy mind. I can only imagine that it would just get worse, and being stuck in this nothingness is bad enough.

              The beeping sounds like it is getting louder. That would be weird, wouldn't it? I'm in nothingness, but there is beeping, and now it's getting louder. I can only laugh at myself. I think I'm losing my mind, and that is a tragedy. Forever is a long time to have a lost mind. I hear something that sounds like a door opening and closing, and I think I hear whispering. I can't make out what is being said, but there is whispering. Goddess, please help me! My mind can't go this way, I can't take it. Please let me keep what little I have. I try again to open my eyes, and they slowly start to give. I get excited before I stop. Why the hell am I excited to open my eyes when all I will see is darkness? I guess it is the fact that I'd be able to do something that I couldn't do for a while.

               I continue working on my lids, trying to open my eyes, and I can feel them rising bit by bit. I slowly open my eyes, and where I expected darkness, I see light. Oh shit! I quickly close my eyes back. Why the hell is my mind playing tricks on me? I can't handle it. The best thing would be to keep my eyes shut and not play this game with my mind, but my curiosity won out. I open my eyes again, and the light is so bright. The beeping is still there, and the whispering has stopped. I look up, and I swear there is a ceiling above me. That is funny because all of this time before, there has only been darkness. I try to move my neck to the side, but the pain is a bit too much for me. I continue to look at the ceiling, trying not to blink my eyes. I'm afraid that I will close them briefly, and this will all be gone. The light may be bright, the ceiling boring, but this is much better than the darkness.

               I feel a hand on me; at least, I think it is a hand. I can't move my head to see exactly what it is. I almost hold my breath out of fear but think better of it. Who could be trying to hurt me in the afterlife? I'm pretty sure this is just my mind further deteriorating, and there is really no hand there. I keep staring at the ceiling, and then I hear it.....a voice. "Uh, mister.....Mr. Cory.....are you awake? Can you hear me?"