The Love of an Alpha

Chapter Three

Harper's POV

     This day couldn't have turned out any better. Everyone was very respectful of my mates and even the teachers were very polite to them. They are my pack members, but they keep up a teacher-like pretense in case of human transfers. Usually there would be some sort of incident of statement issued that they would have to change school, but since they were my mates, they would be staying with me forever.

     The guards I put on their detail were the strongest and most reliable ones I had. I knew that they would protect their Alpha's mates with their lives. Once I figured out who was hurting them, I would take care of them personally. I had many pack members holding government jobs and things like that. There would be no investigation or trial if I killed the perpetrator or if I had them arrested the human way. I even have an officer on standby right now in case I find out today. With those kinds of injuries, there was no way it was a single incident. This was long term abuse, and I was leaning towards the parents.

     Every time someone brought up anything about their home life or their parents, they immediately closed up and the rest of that period was awkward. I then dubbed the discussion off limits until further notice to the rest of the pack, so that it wouldn't happen again.

     My mates were lovely. They took care of each other and shared everything. I couldn't believe someone would hurt them, but there are many sick and crazy people in this world. You could tell right away that Noah was the more aggressive one out of the two, because of the way he would walk through the door first and brace himself, so that any possible attack wouldn't get to Aiden. Aiden was the softer of the two, but he was also the outgoing one. Noah was quiet, like he was constantly scanning for threats and Aiden was emerged in conversation.

     When I found out who hurt my boys, I was going to make their lives miserable.

     The last bell of the day rang and my boys and I were walking to the car lot. They said they were going to walk home, but I refused.

     "Noah, you need to stay off of that leg. I know you said you just sprained it, but that doesn't look like a sprain. I'll drive you home," I said as I unlocked the doors to my car.

     "Look, we're fine. We need to walk home," They looked scared, but insistent.

     "Okay, put it this way. Either I drive you home, or I walk you home. Capisce?" After I said this, they got in the car. As I was driving to their house, I took a risk and asked about their parents. I didn't want to drop them off and deliver them to the people that were hurting them.

     "So what are your parents like?" I waited for their response. Nothing.

     I pulled the car over and turned around in my seat. "Okay guys. I've had enough. You evade every question about your home and parents and freeze up at the mention of them. Tell me what's wrong and I'll help you." I pleaded with them using my sweetest voice, that I reserve for when the children at the pack house get hurt playing in the yard. I touched their hands, hoping that the contact would help me get through whatever they were going to tell me or if they would refuse.

     They looked at each other and were basically having a silent conversation with their eyes. From what I could tell, Aiden wanted to tell me, but Noah was still apprehensive.

     "Look, Noah, have I done anything today that would lead you to think that I want to hurt you?" I asked trying to reason with him. He shook his head. At least we were getting somewhere.

      "Did I let anyone say or do anything to you today that hurt you?" Another shake of the head.

     "Then will you please trust me that I would never want to see you hurt?" He looked like he was stuck between what he wanted to do and what he had always done.

     "How about this. If I guess right, you nod your head. If I guess wrong, you shake your head. 

     Simple enough?" Noah hesitantly nodded his head.

     I thought that the ripping off the band aid approach would be best. "Do your parents hurt you?" 

     Noah hesitated again but nodded slowly. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. 

     "Okay. Do you want to get away from them?" Another nod, but it was fast this time. 

     "If I said I could make that happen, would you listen to me, so I can help you?"

     Noah didn't even nod his head. He said, "Yes. Please. If you can help us, we'll do anything," he grabbed his brother's hand and they looked at me hopefully.

     "Okay. Do you have anything at your parent's house that you can't live without?"

     "No," they said at the same time. "We've never had anything nice or special to us."

     That made me want to cry, but instead I made a mental note to get them something important. Something that they would want to keep when they were old and wrinkled.

     "Okay, then you never have to go back there," I said as I got out my phone to call the officer I had an standby. I didn't want to do it over the pack link, because I hadn't told my boys about that part yet.

     They looked stunned, but grateful. I explained the situation to my officer and had Aiden tell me the address to relay. I also told him their names and that they had inflicted continuous abuse both physical and mental on both Noah and Aiden.

     "What now?" they asked in sync.

     "Now we go home," I said, turning the car around to head to the pack house.