An Alpha's Jealousy (Narry Storan) (Book One)

Chapter Four

        I had sunken so deep in to my oblivion I barely noticed Louis rushing to my side until I felt warm hands gently shaking my limp shoulder.

"Haz? Haz! Are you okay? Did that that guy do something to you? Did he hurt you? He didn't he didn't t to touch you, d did he?" It was Lou's last question that evokes the wolf and has it rushing towards the front; I don't even blink, nonetheless fight, when the wolf takes control and turns on Lou with steely eyes and parted snarling lips.

"How    dare    you accuse my alpha of such a heinous crime? My alpha would never,    never,    lay a hand on me with the intentions of causing me harm; don't you    ever    insinuate my alpha is the exact same as a filthy slum. Do you hear me?"

Watching Lou swiftly nod is head up and down in response to the wolf's question, I attempt to shove away the uninterested emotion consuming my spiritual form before instantly giving up.

"What's the use, any way? Why fight? Why try taking control? My life is already ruined since I all but threw myself in the alpha's arms and basically displayed exactly what omegas are: pieces of cakes to discard after you've satiated your desire for them. It's no use any more trying to not be someone I'm fated to be; and, in all honesty, I'm tired. So, if this is my fate, let it happen. I have no will to keep fighting something I can't control, and even if I did continue to fight the adversity placed in front of me, there's no guarantee I'll be able to remain in control and thus continue fighting." Puppet eyes gaze at the pink fleshy ground as I was consumed by my thoughts before slowly moving towards the wolf, who had let out a low growl void of any anger; blue clashes with green as the wolf jerks his head to the front, which was now unoccupied.

"You stay in control," Had I not been conquered by defeat and self-pity, the chilling voice that came out of my mouth would have surely terrified me and evoked my concern; however, the negative emotions had attached themselves so strongly to my will that, even if I had wanted to fight, I would be unable to do a thing. "I don't want to be in control any more. If you think about it, it's best for everyone involved: I, in an indirect way, obtain my desire of not being a werewolf, and you obtain control and that man."

"Say those things when you aren't occupied by your pity party," The wolf's tone mirrors my own: robotic and void of any emotions. "Get in the front, Harry, before I do something to our darling cub that will emotionally hurt both of us."

It was sickening and saddening at the same time that not even the threat of harm coming to my best mate could compel me to move and regain control; hearing a vexed growl vibrate throughout my mind, I stare at the animal stalking towards me with darkened eyes. Letting out zero sounds of protest, I let the wolf grab me by my right leg, with its teeth, and haul me towards the front.

The wolf throws me the remaining distance towards the front, and I fly out of my spiritual form and enter the external environment; after gathering my bearings, I blink like an owl before raising my uninterested gaze to Lou, who reeked of fish yet still managed to look concern for me.

"He's irrevocably terrified of me, yet he still manages to concern himself over matters that he doesn't have to involve himself in." I wanted to laugh at my thoughts for some unknown reason, and I did: a soft, completely hysterical laugh comes out my mouth and raise my shoulders from corpses to fall leaves blowing in the wind.