Alone H.S.

Chapter 4: Dylan

What do you guys think of the new cover? It's very similar, I know, but it had TMH Harry on the cover and in this story, I think OTRA Harry plays the part much better.😉
Okay, brace yourselves for a little surprise! That's all I'm going to say.
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Harry -

I wake up to hear someone outside my room, walking around in the hallway.

Wolf hearing has its upsides and downsides. Waking up every five minutes because you can hear someone moving outside your room is one of those downsides.

But when the door slowly opens with a quiet speak of the hinges, my frustration fades.

"Daddy? I cold." His little voice whispers so quietly it takes my wolf hearing to even be able to hear it.

I lift the covers and he runs over as fast as his little legs carry him. His hands reach the top of the mattress, but he's still too short to be able to climb onto my bed without help. So I reach down and lift him up into bed with me.

He immediately snuggles up to my bare chest and looks up at me with his big brown eyes, and yawns.

I gently run my fingers through his hair and smile down at my sleepy little boy.

"You tired, buddy?" I ask, quietly.

"Daddy, Buddy not my name. I Dylan, you say so." He looks at me with his serious face and I can't help but quietly laugh at his seriousness.

"Okay, then. You tired, Dylan?" He nods as an answer.

"Well, why don't you go to sleep then." He nods again and within a minute he's fast asleep, snuggled up as tight to me as he can be.

I stare down at the little boy clinging to me as if his life depended on it and wonder what my life would be like if it hadn't been for him.

See, Dylan is the result of me running around with a she-wolf that I knew wasn't my mate, but it didn't matter to us. We "loved each other" and that's all we thought that mattered. As Alpha, Everyone in the pack accepted it when I brought her into the packhouse from her own pack, but no one actually liked it.

I loved her with everything I had in me, and I just couldn't understand why she wasn't my mate. Why I didn't feel that connection to her that I should have. It was like the human part of me loved her, but my wolf hated her. He always told me I was making a mistake being with her, and that I was cheating on our real mate. But I didn't listen.

We had been together for several months when she went into heat and nine months later Dylan would be born. But things went terribly wrong with that.

She died. The woman I loved, died giving birth to our son.

I wanted to die. I couldn't stand the fact that she was gone. It felt like the whole world had ended for me. I couldn't bear to live anymore.

Until they handed me that blue blanket with Dylan wrapped inside it. He looked so small, and so helpless. He was all I had left of her. And I knew I still had something to live for.

My wolf seemed to have left me the night she died. He wouldn't speak to me and I couldn't reach him no matter what I did. But when he did finally speak to me, he was angry. He told me it was my fault she had died. Because she wasn't my true mate, is the reason she died. She needed her mate with her then, and I wasn't him. And so she died. Simple as that.

Since then, I have hated myself for causing her death. Somewhere out there in the world is a wolf who will live his life without his mate because she's dead, because I killed her. It's my fault.

And I won't let myself have the happiness of having my true mate by my side after what I've done.

Dylan whimpers quietly by my side and I look down at him to make sure he's okay.

His little face is scrunched up and he whimpers again. He's having a nightmare.

I shake him gently, not wanting to scare him awake.

"Hey, buddy, come on wake up." His eyes open and they look around quickly before his eyes meet mine and he starts to cry.

I wrap him in my arms and kiss his forehead, hoping to calm him down.

"Hey...it's okay. You're safe. You're okay." I softly tell him.

"It was scary, daddy." He cries and I wish more than anything I could take away his fear.

"I know. But it's okay, now. Alright? It's okay now, buddy." He suddenly sniffles and pulls his tear-stained face away from my neck where he'd been crying.

"Daddy, I telled you, my name Dylan." He sniffles and wipes his nose with his hand.

"Not Buddy."

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I carry Dylan in my arms as I walk down the stairs, headed for the kitchen and start some coffee. I turn around to see Louis walk in the kitchen, Eleanor right behind him.

"Morning!" Louis over enthusiastically yells, and I growl quietly, because he's going to wake up Dylan!

Eleanor slaps Louis's arm and shushes him up.

"What?" He whispers, confused as to why he had to be so quiet. I turn around so my back faces him and he can see Dylan's sleeping face which rests on my shoulder.

"Oh! Sorry." He quietly laughs.

"What're you laughing about?" I ask, turning back around to face him.

"He's drooling all over you." He says still trying not to laugh out loud.

I slowly reach my hand that's not holding Dylan onto me and feel for where this supposed "drool" is and pause when I do indeed feel it on the back of my shirt. Gross.

I gently pull Dylan off my shoulder and hope he stays asleep, but..

"Daddy? I smell coffee!" His eyes widen immediately. He's got this thing where he thinks coffee is the greatest smell in the world.

"Yep, I just started it." I tell him and set him on the floor.

"Daddy? Can I crawl again? I don't like walking." He asks as soon as his feet touch the hardwood flooring.

"Why don't you like walking?" Eleanor asks as she bends down to Dylan's level.

"'Cause! Takes too much muscle co-dination!"

Louis and I don't even try to hide our laughs at Dylan's made up word and serious face that accompanies it.

But my laugh is cut short when a smell wanders into the kitchen, making my head spin and my wolf perk up.

"Mate! Mate! She's here!" He chants over and over.

What? How? She's...why is she here?

I run out of the kitchen and out of the packhouse to see Dax, one of the border guards walking towards the house with none other than...

I know who she is by her scent, not her face. I'd only ever seen her in wolf form, and could only guess what she looked like in human form.

My imagination didn't do her justice.

And here she comes, walking toward me. Eyes wide and I know why. She knows me by my scent. I'm her mate.

The mate who left her all alone in those woods.