Alpha Luke

Brian's POV #BonusChapter

Brian's Point Of View

*FLASHBACK*

Luke yelling through the pack's mind-links had me jumping off my seat by the breakfast table. It had us all jumping from our seats.

"Help! I need Vulcan here! Now!" his voice demanded.

I watched as everyone scrambled out of the pack house, heading up the hill towards our Alpha's home.

Vulcan sped off ahead of the rest as Luke came barging out of his front door with a wet Lexi covered in a towel, unconscious.

The fear covering Luke's features and the tears rolling down his cheeks from his eyes reminded me of myself a couple years ago.

I could feel his dread.

His heartache.

In respect towards the people who gave us family, we all bowed in front of them, each one voicing the word "Family" through our pack link before standing to our feet again.

"We need to get her to the hospital," Vulcan said "people make way please." he voiced, the crowd parting like the biblical red sea as I watched my dear friend carry his mate towards Vulcan's hospital in a hurry and I followed at a distance.

I thought back to when Luke took me in and treated me like a brother, to how he helped me lick my wounds and overcome the loss of my family, of how damaged my chest was from plunging a knife into it countless times and how he fought to keep me alive.

And I thought about how much I owed him so much more than just gratitude. I owed him my life.

In this case, I owed saving his mate the way he saved me when I was on the brink of death.

She'll be okay. I'll make sure of it. I promise, friend.

The thought traveling through my veins in urgent need. I had to save our queen. I had to save our salvation.

Even if it meant just staying with her to keep her from Death's clutches.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

It has been two days since our queen had fallen from grace. Our king was broken, brittle and hopeless. His empire was in the hands of this woman and his people were mourning the loss of a queen they did not even know.

I had snuck into her hospital room each night, watching her unmoving form just lying in bed.

She had been forcefully placed under a coma and now we had to either watch her die or prepare for her to rule us like she was meant to.

I sat watching her chest rise and fall and the faint scar on her wrists. I prayed for her every chance I could get. I prayed for the sake of my wife and for the sake of my child. I prayed for the sake of our king and his empire, but most of all; I prayed for my friend.

I could not bare the thought of the man who saved my life crumbling and falling from grace the way I have.

I would keep his queen alive even if it meant selling what was left of my soul, just to see him happy... Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay for the guy. I owe him my life.

If it weren't for him, I'd be worse off than dead... I'd be suffocated by a thirst nothing could quench. I'd be clouded by a darkness no light could conquer. I'd be so past the point of any return that not even Hades would want me.

The Moon Goddess I had cursed so many times for taking the women I loved, sent him to me as a source of redemption. Salvation even and he had given me a pack full of wonderful people that accepted me with all my scars and healing wounds, and loved me for who I was.

He might not have been my brother by blood but he was my brother by heart, all these people were my family... Mine and only mine.

Even the woman whose hand I was forbidden to hold but clung to so desperately in the darkness, she was mine too.

I watched her sleeping form.

It all came down to her, our survival depended on her.

I stroked her cold hand with my thumb, her red nail polish glinting in the dim light of the lamp next to her bed.

"Come on, Alpha, fight. Fight those demons." I whispered, knowing very well she could hear me.

In the small time she's been with us and what I have noticed while observing her, I could tell that she was being haunted by something, or rather someone... But I knew Luke would keep her from it, distract her enough to forget if he had to.

My mind wandered to a certain female I've spent time with lately...

Would she be jealous? Not that she had reason to be.

Shaking the idea, I continued to watch Lexi as her chest continued to rise and fall, hoping she had actually heard me.

I hoped she was fighting. Hoped that she would be able to put her battles behind her and rise from the ashes like the phoenix I watched her be the day Darcy played with her fire.

I hoped she would be the Alpha she was meant to be.

I stood to my feet and began pacing...

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

You can do it!

I know you can!

You have to!

"She can't hear your thoughts you know. So it would be better if she heard them aloud." A tired voice murmured from the door.

"I figured she might be tired of hearing from a man she didn't know... Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Can't... I keep seeing her tortured expression when I close my eyes. Coffee?" Luke questioned, a polystyrene cup in his outreached hand.

"I've had five cups already, but I won't deny my system another one." I said, taking the cup from his shaking hands.

"It's extra strong since I know you're not planning on leaving soon." he sighed.

"How can you be so calm?"

"Believe me when I say I'm nowhere near being calm." he breathed before turning to look at me as he took her hand in his.

That's when I saw it.

The swirling black and red orbs that were his eyes.