The Love Of An Alpha (Old version)

Morning Nightmares

The next morning I awake to a muffled cry, the sound causing me more worry than it really should. I shoot up into a sitting position on the bed, glancing around frantically. I feel like a mother deer looking for her crying fawn, this motherly instinct is so foreign to me.

I finally found the source of the noise, a small girl with long, braided crimson hair, her pale skin seems to glow in the surrounding darkness, her eyebrows furrow as her bottom lip trembles, cries escaping her small mouth.

Upon seeing her face, the memories of yesterdays events came flooding back, the training grounds where I had beaten Anthony, the promise of blueberry pie, the rogue girl, Uriel, the bond that she had made with both my friends and me.

The whimpering broke me out of my reminiscing, she stirs beside me, whispering pleas of mercy. I realize that she wasn't simply experiencing a bad dream, she was reliving a horrible memory.

I know now that I have to wake her up, for her safety. If she would continue reliving these memories through her dreams, they might begin to effect her waking self too.

"Uriel, sweetheart, I'm going to need you to wake up... please." I whisper gently into her ear, ever so slightly shaking her shoulder, I'm trying to be as cautious as I can, I don't know if she would lash out when woken up.

She must be a light sleeper considering how fast she wakes up, she bolts forward, her eyes scanning the area for any danger as her breathing becomes heavy and labored.

"Hey, it's okay." I reassure her as she looks around, confused. Her eyes meet mine and they soften, I can see that she's trying her best to calm herself down.

"Are you okay, Uriel?" I ask, referring to her nightmare.

She flinches but nods.

"Y-Yea... just a bad dream I've been having." She answered, avoiding eye contact.

"This may sound silly... but, do you want to talk about it?" I ask, giving her a small smile.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding.

"I-I think that would help..." She admitted as she looked down to her fidgeting hands.

I nod, gesturing for her to start.

"I don't really know where to start..." She mumbles and lets out a heavily sigh. "I guess I should start with letting you know a bit of my past. My father is an Alpha, my mother was his true mate. She was a witch, so their bond took a while to figure out, but when they finally did, it was unbreakable. They were inseparable from the moment they fell in love until the moment she died. My pack adored their Alpha and Luna, and when they had me, some were happy, but others were skeptical of what I was. A half wolf, half witch child had never been heard of, so I can understand why some people were hesitant to accept it." She shrugged and paused, taking a deep breath and letting it go.

"When I was about 6, there was a rogue attack. My pack wasn't exactly prepared for battle, so most of the civilians died, including my mother... she fought until her last breath, to protect the pack, her family." Uriel's eyes began to wonder. "After my father felt their bond shatter, he changed. He went from a loving father and caring Alpha to cold and distant, he shut everyone out, especially me. At first, everyone told me that he just needed time to grieve, but after 2 months of silence from him, he told me he hated me, because I looked too much like my mother. He never hit me, but his verbal abuse made up for that. Soon after I turned 7, a group of pack members began to pick on me, saying mean things, blaming me for my mother's death and for the current state of the pack. Their silly taunts soon turned into fits of violence, all directed towards me. Everyday after school, they would find me and 'teach me a lesson,' which consisted of punches and kicks to my stomach, legs, and head. I told my father and he did nothing, simply ignored the abuse and the bruises." Her breathing hitched as she looked around the room, her gaze never staying on an item for more than a few seconds.