Mated to a control freak Alpha

Chapter Fifteen

"FALL BACK!" A loud mans voice startles me to consciousness.

Rubbing my eyes I jump out of bed and run downstairs to see whats going on.

I see the majority of men pushed against the wall of the pack house in fear.....including George.

"What's going on here?" I scowl.

"Snake....in the grass...." A tall, muscular man stutters as he points to the edge of the forest.

Walking towards where he pointed, all the men call out to tell me to stay away.

Scanning the grass I see a beautiful snake, bright orange scales with red and black patterns kind of like a leopard.

"Hey there little guy.." I smile crouching down.

"SKYLAR!" George yells, his voice sounding extremely feminine.

Chuckling to myself I extend my arm and the snake slowly wraps itself around my arm and hand, it's head resting on my knuckles.

Raising it to my face I smile as it's long tongue, brushes my nose.

"Hey there little guy.....you're not going to hurt anyone are you." I smile.

Walking towards the guys, they all shriek in fear and I roll my eyes.

"You aren't keeping that thing." George barks.

I raise my eyebrow and walk towards him, "I will keep the snake, because other than you...I am completely alone in this house."

"I will find you some friends." He pleads.

"I am keeping the snake." I snap, swiveling on my heel I walk back into the house to find someone who may help me.

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George still hasn't come into the house, I've spent the day, making up the snake tank with twigs, leaves, dirt, grass and rocks for him, I even found a broken branch to put in there so he can hang off of things.

I researched his species of snake, and he's completely harmless unless he senses danger, he attaches himself to the first person who shows some sort of kindness, he's loyal and he lives for at-least 8 years.

"Okay....there we go.." I smile, laying him on the broken branch in his tank.

Closing the lid I walk out of the office and downstairs to see if the chef is back from town.

I've asked him to get a dozen mice every week, keep them chilled so my snake can eat healthily.

As I enter the kitchen, the chef comes in with a medium sized box.

"You got them?" I ask happily, he nods.

Squealing I dash towards him, hug him quickly and then pick up two mice.

The mice are already dead though, which does hurt my feelings but it's the circle of life, it's the natural way of living.

Entering the office I see George leaning close to the tank, watching the snake through the glass.

"Please say you're warming up to him." I sigh, George shrieks and jumps back at the sound of my voice.

"Now he's in a tank, I feel safer." He says, running his hand through his hair, by the looks of his hair he's done that about 200 times already.

"I researched him George. He's harmless until he senses danger to his owner, he attaches himself to the first being who shows kindness, which would be me....he likes me...he wouldn't harm me George." I beg, pouting my bottom lip out and stare up at him.

He chuckles and kisses my forehead.

"I need to feed him....you wanna help?" I ask smiling.

George shrugs and I put a dead mouse in his hands.

Opening the lid, he raises himself out of the tank and I hold out the mouse.

He inspects it before drawing back and then snatching it from my hand.

Smiling I watch the expression on George's face.

"Hold the mouse by it's tail George and let him smell it."

George does so...yet again my snake raises it's head to inspect, draws back and then snatches.

"I hate how it does that." 

When he's finishes, the snake, re-wraps itself around the branch and I close the lid.

"Let's just go to bed George."