Being the Alpha's Wife During High School...

Chapter 3: Aww Sick Alpha

Chrystal's P.O.V.

*Friday Evening*

"I just want to try it everyone I know likes it and they make it look so good in those commercials." I whined.

"But Snow, you know your allergic to caffeine so I can't have you drinking any of it."

"Connie." I said with a pout before wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Snow please don't. This is for your own well being." He said with a sigh and a defeated tone.

"Connor?" I asked worried.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Honey you don't look so good." I said before placing my hand on his forehead.

"Oh my gosh your burning up!" I yelled.

"It's not that big of a deal. Just as long as your healthy and safe it doesn't matter what happens or what's wrong with me." He said as he pulled me into a hug.

"Connor yours burning up and I feel like I'm being fried so please let go and rest."

"No." He said with a pout and put the cover over us on the bed.

"I'll go make you soup." I said as I attempted to get out of his grip.

"No, I don't need any." He said.

I felt a tear drop roll down my cheek and now Connor was sitting up straight examining my face.

"What's wrong? Who hit you? Did someone give you some bad news through mindlink? Tell me so I can go kill them." He said as his eyes turned pitch black.

"Your sick, and you won't let me take care of you." I said with a pout.

"Are you seriously crying because I won't let you make some dumb bowl of soup? What is wrong with your wolf women?" He asked.

My eyes started watering up again. He just doesn't understand how much I care about his health.

"Okay okay, but can I watch over you as you do it? You tend to hurt yourself a lot." He said with a worried tone.

"Fine, yay!" I yelled and threw my arms up in the air so he can give me a big Alpha hug.

"Oh my gosh, that shirt is so high up. Change. And why are there mustaches on your shorts, and why are your shorts so short, oh my gosh. Your going to be the death of many people in this pack." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Connor used to use magic to get me into another outfit if he didn't like what I was wearing but after a week of not talking to him he gave in and promised never to do so ever again unless I was badly injured and unconscious and there was no other chose.

But than when I mentioned being badly injured he growled like the wolf man he is and promised me that I would never be injured and that that would never happen. He also made me pinky promise him to not ever think that way again.

"Carry me downstairs handsome." I said before wrapping my arms around his neck and jumping so that I could wrap my legs around his waist.

"Yup, cause that's how it's supposed to be, the ill carries the healthy, instead of vice versa."

"But your fat." I complained.