My Alpha and Beta

Ch. 63 - Need a Plan

Brandon POV

Barry and I made it to Liam's private library to let Conner and Tina safely leave. I was fuming though and I think I scared them. I felt a little guilty to make them more rattled.

"We need to protect Riley. There has to be a way to kill Demetrius." I was so riled up about everything and didn't know how to deal with it.

I wasn't a powerful Alpha or even a Beta. I dealt with the needs of our pack, and loved making them happy. We have never been at war or really had anything all that serious to deal with. I didn't know how to protect my Luna and I knew if we went to war, we would all lose.

I threw a book at the wall then stacked the others in a pile. I wanted to break something. She was my Luna and I knew it the second I saw her. It wasn't the pregnancy either. It was her that I was drawn too.

"Whoa! Calm down, Brandon. We can't go after a Lycan. Did you not see what happened earlier? White magic ripped at his skin and barely hurt him. One blast to us and we would be seeing our goddess. He is more powerful than this whole pack."

"We can't kill him directly, but there has to be a way to protect her. I won't let that sick fuck take her and force himself on her." I wasn't sure what Demetrius wanted from Riley, but the lust was clear in his eyes for her. If she wasn't currently pregnant, he would have probably tried to take her right there.

I punched the wall, sending my fist straight through it. I felt completely and utterly helpless. I always loved my position as Omega, even more so as Lead Omega. Right now, I hated the weakness it gave me.

Fuck! Punching a cement wall really hurt too. I shook my hand a bit to relieve some of the pain.

"Hey, you need to calm down and think with a clear head." Barry took my hand between his. Goddess, his hands were so strong.

"I am thinking clearly!" I protested.

"You just tried beating up the wall."

"Well, maybe the wall deserved to be punched." I huffed.

"Or maybe you need to calm down. I have never seen you so upset. I don't think I ever seen you mad before. It's kind of cute." He chuckled at me.

"My rage is cute." I deadpanned.

He shrugged his shoulders and turned away from me. I wanted to whimper when his hands slid out from mine. I like him holding me.

"I just meant you are really worked up. That's all."

"Is it?" My hand moved to his shoulders in annoyance. "Tell me I'm crazy or is there something here, Barry. I'm dying inside every time I'm near you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship because I'm pretty sure you're not gay, but then you look at me a little longer than normal, or hold my hand in yours and I just..." I looked up to him, meeting those blue eyes that held fear in them, and I felt so incredibly insecure I just blurted all that out.

I wasn't thinking straight. I don't know why I just said that. I just wanted his comfort, needed him by my side to rely on, to lean on.

He kept looking at me though, not breaking eye contact as I fell apart inside and I just wanted to kiss him. Just once I wanted to feel his lips to mine. I can't be crazy, this connection between us was real.

"You're not crazy." He said in a whisper. I heard the hesitation in his words, but he said them.

"I'm not?" I bit my bottom lip, taking a step closer.

"No, you're not." His head leaned in towards mine.

"Thank the goddess. I want..." before I could finish his lips were crushed against mine. I froze in shock. All I wanted was to feel his lips and the moment I did; I froze like a statue.