Claimed by the Alpha

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Fancy pants trots in front of me in the woods, his head high and chin out. He doesn't bother to check his perimeters, amateur. Not that anyone would mess with the "big bad Alpha," so I guess that's what he's banking on. 

My thoughts wander to Joseph, unfortunately. How could he just sit there and watch while I fought for my life, and more than that, while I fought for my control? He knew there was darkness there, ready to break free at any moment. Anyone who meets me can tell that SOMETHING is off. They can't look in my eyes for longer than a second, but they can never place it. Never know what it is that's so wrong. I make people uncomfortable. Maybe that's why I don't have a family. They must have known that something was wrong with me, seriously wrong. 

Nothing is wrong with you, my wolf chides. She's always fighting for our better half, pushing me to believe in us. 

I have to disagree with her. My anger is so intense sometimes, most of the time, that it hurts. It feels like someone is digging out my heart with a cold spoon, scooping and scooping until all thats left is a gaping hole. Until I'm falling into the darkness of my own mind, until I'm losing control.

Stop that, you're just making it harder for yourself. Think happy thoughts. 

"Happy thoughts my ass," I blurt before I can stop myself. Welp, if he doesn't think I'm crazy already, then he's he crazy one. As expected, he turns to me brows raised and lips pursed. 

"Who are you talking to back there, Princess?" Ugg. More pet names. I consider picking up a stick and whacking him in the head with it, but he'd probably catch it before I could. And I'm too lazy. 

"Oh, you know. Inner monologues of the troubled shewolf." He barks out a laugh, his head flicking back, shoulders shaking. "No, just my wolf." Silence. I look up to see whats the matter, and run face first into his rock hard chest. Ouch. "What the hell fancy pants?! You nearly broke my nose!" His face is serious, eyes assessing as he stares down at me.

"Correction, you nearly broke your own nose." His hand finds my chin and raises my eyes to meet his. "Now what did you say about your 'wolf?'" The intensity of his gaze sets my nerves into hyper speed. That familiar, stomach churning feeling returns. What's wrong with me now? 

"My... wolf... we don't always agree on things." Wow, brilliant Thea. That really cleared things up.

"But... Thea, only Alpha's can feel and communicate with the presence of their wolf. And females are never Alphas, it's genetically impossible. Plus I would have felt it." Something in his tone sets me off, and I slap him before I can stop myself. Hard. 

"So what?" I spit, "What else is wrong with me now, huh? Why don't you just turn your little wolf butt around and take me back then. I'm done with this bullshit, like I'm sorry I forgot that you're the epitome of fucking perfection, you dick bag." I leave him standing in the silent woods, his face a mix of confusion and unbelievably and annoyingly, amusement. 

"Dick bag?" That stupid arrogant smile.

Okay, I change my mind. I whip around fast, the oak branch already in hand, and smack him over the head with it. 

"Ow, what the fuck?!" 

He rubs his head, and even in all of my womanly, empowering anger, the look on his face makes me laugh. Now I really must look crazy, doubled over with my elbows on my knees while I choke on laughter thats quickly turning into sobs. What's wrong with me?

"Don't cry. Don't you dare ever cry again." The anger in his voice catches me off guard, and I stop crying almost instantly. He looks menacing, all of the softness in his face gone, replaced by sharp edges and piercing eyes. "There is nothing, hear me? Nothing wrong with you. You are my mate, and there is nothing about you that I could not accept. Nothing. So get up, shut up, and we're going home." 

We walk in silence for the rest of the day, both surprised by our own emotional outbursts. For Sinn, I think he freaked himself out by actually caring and saying something nice to me, even if it was dicky at the same time. What I can't get out of my head, however, is just one word. In his whole rant, the way he called me his mate, and told me that there isn't one thing about me that he couldn't accept, one single word caught me off guard and warmed my heart with, what is that? Hope? He said we were going home.  I have never had one of those before... a home. Or a person I could trust really.

Home. I like that. We're going home.