Harry -
It kills me. Walking away from Lily, my mate. My mate.
As I walk up to Dylan's room, I pass Louis who appears to be looking for me.
"Harry, what's wrong with Dylan?" He asks in a hushed voice.
"He ran off. To Lily." I hate saying her name out loud. It hurts.
Louis slowly nods in understanding and sighs.
"Harry, I think you need to remember-"
"Louis, I really don't need another one of your speeches right now." I growl as I walk past him, heading for my son's room.
But the moment I open the door, the whole "tough Alpha" thing disintegrates in a second. A small, sniffling boy has that kind of affect on us wolves.
He's laying on his bed, facing away from me, but I can feel his sadness from here. Him being my son, I have a inner connection to him that causes me to feel his pain as well as his sadness and happiness. All wolves have that kind of connection to their children, same as mates do. However mates' connections are stronger than parent/child connections.
"Dylan?" He rolls over so he's facing me and sits up wiping his tears away. I walk over and sit down on his bed, beside him.
"You wanna tell me why you ran off when you were supposed to be taking a nap?" I asked, trying to sound still angry, though I was failing miserably.
Dylan shrugged his little shoulders and wiped his nose on his sleeve. I gently grabbed his arm and pulled it away from his running nose.
"Hey, let's not do that. Don't be wiping your nose with your sleeve, okay?" He nodded then wiped his nose with his hands.
"No, Dylan...don't use your hands either. Come on, let's get you a tissue or something." I tell him as I lift him in my arms.
I feel my inner wolf calm down a bit with Dylan held against me. Something my wolf hasn't done since seeing Lily.
Once in the bathroom, I grabbed Dylan a tissue and he finally wiped his nose the right way.
With him still sat on the sink counter, I leaned back against the wall, and crossed my arms.
"You gonna tell me why you ran off now?" I ask him.
"I wanted to bring Lily home." He answers simply.
"This isn't her home, Dylan. She lives in that house she was at when you went and got her." I tell him.
"Nuh-uh, daddy. Her home here. With you and me." He smiles as he points first at me, then him.
"No, that's not-"
"Why you keep being so mean to her? She really nice, daddy." The innocence in his serious questions is really something. It's like a hidden wisdom or something.
I walk over to Dylan, who is trying to jump down from the counter and lift him and place him safely on the floor before he falls and hurts himself.
"I'm not trying to be mean to Lily. But...it's complicated, Buddy. I can't-"
"Daddy...my name not Buddy." He frowns and crosses his little arms over his chest.
I can't help but laugh at his cuteness and I bend down to his level.
"Why don't we have this conversation another time?" He only nods and walks out of he bathroom.
I emerge from the bathroom to see who else, but my very nosy Beta. Standing against the wall, smirking at me.
"Don't start-" I growl, trying to walk away.
"Harry, why don't you listen to your son for once in your life?" Louis asks as he follows me down the stairs.
"Uh, maybe because he's only three years old!" I sarcastically answer.
"Yet he knows you're turning away your own mate." I officially hate my Beta.
"Why are you following me around the house? Don't you have Eleanor's mouth to go shove your tongue down or something?" I sigh, trying to let this annoying man know that I want him gone.
"That does sound like a good idea. But, we've got a meeting with the council tonight." Oh, kill me now.
"How about I cancel?"
"Uh, because you cancelled the last two meetings. It's just a basic meeting, Alpha. Checking the guard's territory reports, food production, population numbers, etc. etc." Louis continues talking as I walk out of the packhouse and find Dylan running around in the backyard, playing.
"It's at six tonight."
"What is?" I ask.
"The. Meet. Ing." Louis says overly slowly. Dragging out everything.
*********
Lily -
That's it. He still doesn't want me. So, I won't stay. There is no point in staying here if my own mate doesn't want me. I'm going to leave and if I'm killed as a rogue, it's no big loss to anyone.
I continued walking away from the packhouse after my mate so-kindly rejected me once again. And I don't stop until I'm back in the familiar setting if woods where I was caught by a guard.
This time, I'm not caught. And I shift into my wolf form and I run.
I run away from my mate.
*********
Harry -
"Well, we thought we'd never get you wrangled into another meeting again." Josh, an elder of my pack jokes as he takes his seat at the table.
Another meeting. Ugh.
"Well, I'm here right now. Let's just try to get this over with as quick as possible." I sigh, looking to Louis, hoping he can move this right along.
"Your father always made plenty of time for meetings like these. He never just rushed through things the way you do. Don't you care about how your own pack is doing?" Another elder speaks up.
"My father was not Alpha at 21 years old. I am. This is how I do things and I don't apologize for it. I care about my pack, but I have my one way with dealing and caring for it than my father did." I explain and run my hands through my hair. Which really does need a trim.
"Ahem. Anyway, let's start with the border patrol reports. This past month there were twelve rogue sightings, however only four actually made it into the territory and they were all stopped before they could pass the-" Louis begins, but is cut off when Dax walks into the meeting room.
"What's wrong?" I immediately ask, knowing that a guard wouldn't interrupt a meeting unless it was important.
"The female rogue, Alpha. She's escaped out of the territory."
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