The Girl With No Name (VERY SLOW UPDATES)

Alpha

Xander POV

She is now allowing me to call her Mate. I want her to have a name. I can sense how incomplete she feels and it is killing me. Her daughter, Neva, is a fireball. She has taken to calling me 'big brother', though technically, I am gonna be her step dad. I want to hold my mate and tell her that it will be okay. She whimpers in her sleep, and I can hear her cries from the desperate rooms she forced me to use. I am a little upset that we have to sleep seperately. I want her now gosh darn it! I wish she loved me and trusted me.

~Xander

The Girl

November 19

I have been living with Xander for two weeks. Since then, quite a few people he categorizes as therapists have been trying to get me to speak. They don't understand. Nobody understands. Well, maybe Neva does, but I think she endured worse pain by having to watch me. My daughter, my child, someone protect her please.

~The Girl With No Name

The Girl sighed and closed her journal. The 'rogues' had taught her daughter how to write when she was 2, and in return, Neva taught the girl. The Girl stood and began getting dressed in the clothes that Xander had provided her. They successfully covered her bruises, with some skinny jeans and a gray hoodie. The girl winced as the jeans irritated all of her bruises and cuts. The blood from a few of her cuts seeped through her jeans. The Girl would have cleaned up the mess, but one of Xander's people he called 'pack mates' came in, screaming when she saw the bloody jeans. The Girl sighed as the lady backed away and fled the room.

The girl sighed and was working the pants down her legs, when her 'Mate' barreled into the room and clutched her in his arms. "I heard you are bleeding, where is it?" His hot breath fanned her ear, and invaded her nose. She coughed. What had he been eating? Peanut butter?!?! He let go of her and saw her jeans, and she heard his breath hitch. He pulled her jeans off the rest of the way and carried her into the bathroom.

Xander's POV

His little mate. Why had they hurt her so much? Why did she deserve that? It was becoming harder to suppress his wolf, who was livid.

let's go back, and show them no mercy.

We already killed them all you dunce

I don't give a crap. They must be punished for hurting my poor little mate.

You are an idiot the most we can do for her is patch her up while she is still ours to help.

Are you suggesting somebody would take her?!

Calm down butthole. She is an ancient, they are on high demand.

I don't care, she is ours and nobody is allowed to take her!

Xander sighed. His poor mate was looking up at him with her piercing purple and silver eyes, and she looked like she was pleading for him not to harm her. HE growled, then stopped at her mortified face. Xander picked up the washcloth and began humming 76 trombones. He wet down the washcloth and skillfully caressed his mates legs, cleaning up the blood and sending tingles down her spine. His wolf growled in approval.

After he was done washing up her legs, he continued to strip her down, ignoring his hormonal wolf as he opened all of her infected cuts and washed them up, disinfecting all of them. She let out hisses of pain, and Xander's wolf was screaming in his head. Xander quickly kissed her neck, causing his little mate to moan. He grinned and left a trail of kisses down her neck, becoming significantly aroused at her moans. She noticed, and bit her lip, making him want to kiss her more. HE ignored, seeing as she was uncomfortable and began bandaging her wounds. Xander was so grateful that his mother had been a nurse; he didn't want the cad of a pack doctor touching his mate.

He sighed when he finished. His mate was covered in bandages, and this made his wolf stress. He stared at his mate who was now sleeping on the bed and smiled. She looked so at peace. Xander mind-linked his beta, and took the day off, sleeping until a light woke him up. His mate was floating, her hair turned into liquid silver and her eyes glowed. He was stunned by the three words that came out of her mouth. "I am Alpha"

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Dunh dunh dunh!!!!!!!!!!! What was she talking about? Could Xander's wolf be anymore douchey, and will I ever stop typing like one of those TV shows? Find out in the next chapter of TGWNN!!!

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