Rejected by one Alpha, Loved by another

Chapter 95: Help

Kai's POV

I knew something was wrong. I could tell that she wasn't herself when I watched her from afar last week. Distant and cold. Edgy and seeming paranoid, but when she kept cutting my calls, I knew I needed to do something.

I started digging into her illness. I remember her father clearly saying that she was bipolar and that she was always suffering emotionally one moment, but then she would feel as though she was on top of the world the next. It was a mystery to me until I was looking through most of the diagnosis charts, symptoms, and experiences that people have had over the years. I had also researched specialists who could help. Being rich is a bonus to my powers of commanding and control.

And here I am standing in front of Millie, who is distressed and fragile. She looks skinny and less herself.

"Baby, when was the last time you cared for yourself?" I ask her, and when she doesn't answer me, I use a commanding tone instead.

"Millie? Can you please answer the question?" I ask her.

"I don't know- god, I don't know, okay" she cries, and my heart literally aches at seeing her this distraught.

"You're coming home with me", I tell her as I wander into her room. I remember what it looked like from when I was last here.

The only difference is that this time, it's an absolute mess. Clothes are thrown all over the floor, papers and pens are everywhere, and take-out boxes full of food are still sitting on the desk.

"I was going to clean it up. I-"

"Shh. It's okay, princess. I'm here now," I tell her as I pull her into my chest. I feel her physically relax, and I can't help but sigh at how bad this has got.

"Let's clean your face up and then we can discuss what happened, okay?" I ask her, and all she does is stand there looking at the floor.

I read about the manic stages of bipolar. The lower levels are the ones with basic moods. High levels of energy and activity, increased speech and some with psychotic symptoms, but this goes far beyond her usual happy moods. This seems deeper, and there are only two people, maybe three, who can shed some light on this.

After cleaning up her face and sticking some small plaster strips on the gash, I carry her into her room. She's been quiet and refuses to look men in the eye, even when I tried to talk to her about what had happened.

'Who did this to you?'

'Was it that girl who has been on your case?'

'Why didn't you ring me for help?'

And all I got was silence.

After placing her on her bed, I kiss her forehead and get down to my haunches to see her beautiful eyes.

"You pack a bag. Enough for a few days, baby girl and I will give my mom a call to inform her of your arrival," I tell her.

If I had it my way, she would be packing a permanent bag and would be leaving this place altogether.

I leave her room and look in my contacts for the one name I really need instead.

"Alpha Reggie speaking"

"Alpha. It's Alpha Kai."

"You alright mate? What can I do for you?"

"I'm not so bad, thank you. Is there any chance you could put your father on? I need to ask him a few questions"

"Of course", he says as he mutes the call to obviously summon his dad.

"Alpha Kai. Is everything okay?"

"Sir. I don't believe so, no. When Millie suffered from her manic state, what was the average scale she would act out on? Theoretically speaking, sir?"

"What's really going on?"

After divulging in everything I have been a witness to with her moods and her paranoia, her change in emotions today, I finally get to the last part.

"Someone hit her today. I can't scent another male on her, so it must have been the one who's been harassing her for months," I explain over the phone.

"Shit" Alpha Jaxon mutters before shouting for his wife.

He explains the situation and agrees that the best option for Millie would be to come home with me.

After hanging up the phone, I ring my mother and once again I explain the circumstances, to which she goes ballistic at before she agrees to nip and get some things for Millie while she comes home.

I head back inside her room, and she's where I left her. Only a bag of scrunched-up clothes sits at her feet, and nothing else. That's when I noticed her smashed phone at her side.

"Come on, Princess. Let's go home," I say, holding out my hand to her. As if her body is amine to mine the way mine is to hers, she takes my hand, and the familiar zing shoots through my body at her closeness and touch.

Kissing her hand, I make a mental note to look into her doing her exams at the university without attending the classes.

She can learn what she wants from my office.

Or my lap.