The Alpha and Me

118. Will you hurt me, Manik?

Sorry for the delay! Ramzan went nicely but nothing was really as delightful as before 😔
Abba ki Kami bohot feel hui and I went through some nerve-wrecking events myself. Do pray for me and my family, guys. We need every one of your prayers 🙏

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118. Will you hurt me, Manik?

Manik's POV

I felt the tremors of an earthquake in my core as I stared at Rogue's face.

"You mean our Mahir?" I don't know why I put it like that but I had no other way to ask it.

As if Rogue knew my affection towards that boy, he slowly bobbed his head. I freed my hand from his grip and took two steps back.

This feeling was vulnerable. I don't know why I was feeling like this! Mahir was not my kid. It shouldn't bother me. But the little time I spent with him... It was more precious than spending years with someone.

His face flashed across my gaze and I felt my eyes burning. I couldn't help but put him in Lelah's place. He was also someone's child and his parents must love him as much as I loved my daughter. For the sake of them, I had to free him from the rogues.

Not to mention he was supposed to visit me today. We had a deal. So for the sake of that deal too, I whirled around and went up the stairs that took us to the first floor.

"In that room." Rogue said, pointing at a closed door.

The teachers warned us, asking us to wait until the cops came. But again we lied about being cops ourselves. Conor went as far as telling them that we belonged to a secret team of cops that was appointed to catch them (dangerous criminals in the eyes of the teachers) and the local police mustn't be involved.

He was the king in this state and any lie he said would be covered up before the words got out. Conor twisted the tale so expertly that no one even went as far as suspecting us to be someone else than secret cops.

They bought his words and let us go ahead further. I took out my gun and took the lead. Rogue was behind me and Conor after him.

'I'll break into the room and throw myself over Mahir to cover him. You guys blind fire, okay?' I told Rogue on the link.

He showed me a thumbs up as he shared what we both agreed to Conor. Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself together and tightened my grip around my gun. I counted to three before leaping forward and breaking the door with a punch.

I was about to shroud Mahir with my body as we had planned after breaking in, but I froze and any functioning brain cells that I might have had left just totally shut down.

"What the!" My mouth fell and I was caught in the crossfire of bewilderment as I tried to decipher what was really unfolding in front of my eyes.

Mahir's little arms were outstretched before him in the air, his palms open. His eyes were focused on the two rogues that were floating off the floor, in the mid air. And as if he had the strings of their bodies in his palms, he set them apart by drawing his hands away from each other.

The two rogues hit the wall and fell down on the floor. He lifted them again and repeated it. The rogues bled and coughed. They were half dead when Mahir finally let them go.

My eyes that have been stationed on the two rogues stilled on Mahir. He was breathing hard as though he was battling to lock in his demon again. His little hands fisted to his sides while he glared at the two rogues.

In him, and the way he panted for breath, I saw Nandini. It was as if history was repeating itself. But the person making it repeat was a five year old kid. Not Nandini.

It was no different though. I had seen her behave exactly like that five years ago when she was dealing with Stanley Archibald. I had seen her throw him from one tree to another. I had seen her using a paranormal force— just like Mahir— and making things move just with a gaze or a lift of her hand.

My eyes were glued on him when he turned around. Something shifted in him and he bit his lips.

"Manik," His voice was low and full of dread.

Maybe I wasn't supposed to see that. Or anyone else.

"I..." Mahir completely turned around, facing me.

His gaze wandered behind me at my friends. I could see anxiety turning his face blanch. He moved his shoulders uneasily and blinked his stunned eyes.

"T-they kidnapped me from my classroom. They wanted to hurt me so I just..." He trailed off and stared in his palms.

When his eyes came up to look at me, there was liquid apprehension. They trickled from his lower lashes down on his cheeks.

He didn't dare wipe them. Too scared to breathe, too.

He exploded in small sobs, "Manik, c-can you call my mom? I want to be with my mom."

The tight coil of bewilderment in my stomach loosened. I let out a sigh and went on my knees.

Even though he was scared and worried about what would happen to him since his secret— which I guess his mother told him should stay hidden from other people— spilled out like this, he was asking for help from me.

He believed that I would help him.

"Come here, Mahir." He was shaking now.

"I swear they kidnapped me." He murmured, taking slow, very slow steps towards me.

"It's okay, kiddo. You don't have to worry about anything. Just come to me." I opened my arms and offered a small smile.

"Will you hurt me?" He asked, stopping dead in his tracks. "Mom said people would hurt me if they learned about my powers." His shoulders quaked as he breathed loudly. "But they..." He looked behind himself as another drop of tear set loose from his right eye.

"Mahir, it's okay. Just come to me."

I wouldn't lie that it didn't shake the very being out of me. Because it did. I thought he was any other normal cute little but super daring boy. And all those talks about being different than other kids was just some sort of game kids his age liked to play.

However, I was a werewolf myself. So it wasn't surprising to me to find out that the boy I considered normal had telekinesis as his superpowers. In fact, since I was a child, I met many superhumans and paranormal creatures.

Mahir was certainly not the first kid I met with powers. But I must say, he's the first kid to be able to use them as though he learned it in his mother's womb.

I was a shock-rendering creature, too. But this was another level of shock-rendering.

"Come to me, Mahir. I promise I will not hurt you." He was still rooted away from me, looking scared and confused. And my friends behind me added to his fears.

If not me then my friends did scare him. He was always wary of Rogue in the first place.

"Have I hurt you before?" He nodded instantly and I smiled.

I motioned him using my fingers, and he stared at them, "Then come here, son." As if that word was a lever that I pulled, he started moving again.

A rogue behind Mahir lifted his head. He growled angrily, causing Mahir to freeze and turn around to look at him. He was not far away from his reach.

And just with a lift of his hand and an effortless swing, the rogue struck Mahir on the chest harshly with outgrown claws, making my heart drop in my stomach.

Tbc...