Saving Isadore [MxM] (An Alpha's Fight Book 1)

Chapter 35

A/N: Disclaimer, I don't know shit about judicial systems and procedures. This is all fictional and made up in my mind! Take everything with a pinch of salt and no corrections please. It's all real in this Omegaverse society lol. Thanks.

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ISADORE • POV

"Wake up, Isa! Open your eyes! Are you okay?!"

I blinked slowly, trying to pry my eyes open and find the source of the worried, high, youthful voice. It was warm all around me and my body felt relaxed and sluggish, making it harder to find the energy and motivation to move.

There was something ticklish swaying all around me, brushing up against the exposed skin of my arms and legs. A soft hand was petting over my head, slim fingers grazing tracks through the strands and scratching lightly at my scalp.

The feeling was so familiar and comforting that tears sprung up beneath my eyelids almost instantly as recognition flooded through me.

"He's waking up," I heard Nana murmur and little arms wound their way around my stomach, a light head resting on my chest. I reached a heavy hand up and lay it gently over Tarlo's back where he was wrapped around me, finally prying open my eyelids and letting the blinding sunlight of the dream meadows turn my vision white.

After a few seconds the light faded and I was met with two, concerned faces, peering down at me where I lay in the grass. Grandma Alice wiped away my tears with a soft sigh. "You alright, sweetheart?" She asked with a slightly roughened voice, dark brown eyes narrowed with worry and I bit my lip as I nodded, grabbing Nana's free hand and pulling it towards my face, wanting to feel more of her against me.

"Took you long enough to wake up.... What in the world were you thinking, Isadore?!" Nana finally chastised me, voice strong and filled with raw emotion. "Do you know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?! Bloody hell, I never thought I'd see the day! When I said it was time to start living, I didn't mean inside a jail cell!"

I flushed with shame, opening and closing my mouth like a fish flapping away on a shore without water. I didn't know what to say or how to explain my erratic actions this night. I didn't know the words that would convince her that everything would be alright... because it probably wouldn't.

I'd messed up, I knew that and there was no going back to change the past now.

"Give him a break," Alice sighed, patting my cheek endearingly. She looked as though she was trying to hold back laughter, whereas Grandma's youthful face was clouded with worry and exasperation. "You beat 'em good, Isadore. Proud of you for finally fighting back. Gotta teach me how you swing like that one day," the alpha female grinned a toothy, sinister smile that had Nana wracking her across the arm.

"Don't you dare encourage him!" She squealed, mortified, and Tarlo began to giggle over my chest. I just remained quiet, dazed and not quite expecting this dream to be so... relaxed and unthreatening. I'd expected more horror, more anger, more tears and more regret.

Instead, there was just this mellow calm that made it easier for me to breathe and think.

"Oh give over, love," Alice snorted. "They had it coming. Sure, I don't think Isadore meant to kill them, but if he didn't, people like that always find their way to hell at some point or another. Causing trouble, being assholes to the wrong people and all that jazz."

"Assholes," Tarlo parroted, giggling harder and I patted his head with a tiny smile, running my fingers through his long hair.

The unconscious motion brought my thoughts back to my own and I reached up to touch the shorn strands, feeling loss overwhelm me as my fingers carted through chin length, uneven, choppy locks.