The Alphas Second Choice

Chapter Five: War

Blake:

Panicked voices echo the halls as me and Lydia hide in my room, the rouges are still here and tearing our pack apart.
"This is really bad." I whisper to no one in particular, Lydia is biting her nails next to me "I'm going to help." I stand stepping into my Nikes before opening the door "You'll die!" Lydia scowls standing up too.

My heart pounds and my stomach turns "I know but I can't let everyone else die." I turn my back and exit the room.

The whole downstairs is trashed , Windows broken and dead pack members cover the floor.
Outside I see the rouges and the pack fighting , howls of battle and whimpers are all I hear. "Help me." It's a faint whisper almost like a small child , I turn in every direction trying to make out where the voice is coming from "Hello?" I whisper walking over the bodies "Please." The voice whines , I search the area and come up with nothing. No one is here , am I going crazy?

I check Christians room last , "Hello?" There is blood on the white comforter, oh no. Please don't be Christian.
I turn the corner of the bed and gasp. Amelia is covered in blood whimpering "Oh my god." I kneel down applying pressure to her neck wound "What happened?" Amelia chokes on blood "Christian." She calls , I shake my head "We need to get you to a pack doctor." My mind races with what to do "Help!" I scream "Help!" I shout again meeting Amelia's eyes again "Stay awake." I shake her face gently she moans "I'm in pain." Her whimpers start to fade "Help!" I scream once more.

Amelia gasps "Don't die on me." I grind out applying more pressure on her wound, Amelia's eyes start to close "Amelia!" I shake her , her eyes close "Amelia don't!" I yell shaking her again. She doesn't move.
I curse myself before trying CPR. "Come one!"

She's dead.

I can't breath my hands are covered in her blood , it's sickly quiet in here. Nothing but me panting.

I stand slowly "I'm sorry." I whisper then slowly walk out.

The war is still happening but I can't focus on that I need to find Christian or a doctor.
I run outside looking in every direction I can but don't see him or the doctor.

"Shit!" A growl brings me from my thoughts, it's a rogue.
The rogue growls threatening at me slowly circling me.
I ran as fast as I can but it gets be before I can get away.

Tearing at the flesh on my legs and stomach, I yell out for help but no one comes. "Please!" I kick it in its face but nothing works my throat is next.

Before I pass out someone rips the rogue off of me "Blake!" His hands find my face shaking me , my eyes are blurry but I know who it is. "Christian?" "Thank god." He picks me up and we walks for a while before I'm put on a bed.

My eyes open and I sit up immediately, I'm in the living room with an IV in my arm. All the pack is around nursing there own wounds. There is a sadness about the air.
Oh no Amelia. Her death crosses my mind again "Christian!" I yell out "He's busy. " his beta Sean whispers "I need him." Sean's eyes meet mine "Amelia is dead." I swallow thickly looking down at my torn legs.

"Where is he?" Sean shrugs standing "Leave him be." He walks away.

I sigh touching my wound , my skin is torn and blood oozes down making a puddle beneath me.
"Here." It's the pack doctor she wraps my legs "Thank you." She nods looking at me "Christian is in his room." My eyes widen , why is she telling me this.
"Thank you again."

After I gain my strength and balance I slowly wobble to his room, I need to tell him that I tried saving her.

Christian is sitting with his head in his hands on the bed, blood covers him and the comforter. Amelia's body is gone.

I stand and watch him for a few seconds before he notices me "What do you want?" He scowls meeting my eyes "I tried helping her." Christian kinks an eyebrow "What?" I nod "I found her bleeding out but I was too late." Christian watches me for a second "Why didn't you come and find me immediately!" He yells standing "I tried but the rouge attacked me!" Christian comes closer to me his eyes black and his fists are clenched.

"I really tried." I plead looking into his eyes their full of pain.

"I wish the rogue would have killed you." I gasp as my heart splits in two , I look down at my hands tears coming down my face. "Me too" I whisper, God don't I wish I would have died today.
Christian takes a step back "If I hadn't save you she would still be alive."

I shake my head "She was dead when I went to get you!" Christian growls at me "Stop talking!" "You couldn't have saved her neither the doctor , the bite was too deep!" I exclaim meeting his eyes.
Christina growls again walking towards me "Stop talking!" He yells raising his hand to hit me , when the blow comes the wind is knocked out of me I fall to the ground.

I wince as my legs scream in pain , Christian growls above me panting and for a second I think he's going to beat me so I prepare myself for the blows. But they never come , Christian sits back on the bed sighing.

I stay still holding my face, I try to stand but my legs won't hold me. I fall down again crying out, I try again but fail.
"Get out." Christian whispers "I can't walk." I sniffle wiping my eyes , he scoffs "You just walked a second ago." I nod "Yes but I can't get up." Christian growls before standing and yanking me up from the floor. My legs are shaky "There." He moves back , I readjust myself before turning my back to him "You won't see me here for much longer, I promise." He doesn't respond as I leave.

My legs throb and my face aches , I sit anywhere I can to breathe.
I cry quietly to myself with my face in my hands "Blake?" It's my mom "What happened?" Her tone is panicked she grabs my face gasping at the bruise there must be on it "Rouge." I whisper, she nods "Let's get you cleaned up." My mom leads me to the small bathroom on the first floor and starts the bath. "Your wounds won't heal if they are dirty." My mom explains helping me strip.

All I do is nod and follow her orders, I sit in the bath slowly crying as the warm water makes my wounds sting "I know just let the water work its magic." I nod again wiping my face with the water.

My mom is quiet "Amelia is dead." My stomach turns at her name "I know." She nods sighing softly "Maybe Christian will accept you now." My eyes find hers "What?" I whisper , my mom shrugs getting me a wash cloth "I'm not stupid, I see the way you look at him." I look down at the rose colored water "He doesn't want me." My voice cracks and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and never wake up.

My mom doesn't say anything all she does is gently wash my wounds. Christian will never want me and I have to leant to accept that , no matter how much it's hurts.

"That should help." My mom cleans my wounds  once more before wrapping them "Thank you." My voice sounds distant almost like I'm in a dream or something. My mom sigh heavily "Maybe a nap will help?" I shrug slipping on my nightgown "Sure." She looks down "I'll leave you." My mom exits the room.

I cry for hours or days, I don't even know. The pain gets worse every second I breath.
Maybe I should just end it. End my miserable excuse of a life. I sigh at myself wiping the tears from my swollen eyes , my wolf hasn't spoken or moved in days. I'm starting to worry.

Lydia stops by later that night with cupcakes "He hit you huh?" She gestures to the bruise on the side of my face where Christian struck me. I shrug "How is he?" Even though I want to hate him I can't. He's my mate.
Lydia scowls "I wouldn't know, he hasn't let that fucking room. His mother is here though." My eyes widen slightly "Really?" That's odd , he stopped talking her years ago. "Yup with that bitch dead she's here to support him." Lydia bites into a cupcake "Whens the funeral?" I stand up from my bed "Tomorrow." Lydia says around a mouthful of cupcake.

I swallow thickly looking at myself in the mirror on my vanity. My eyes are swollen red, deep purple bags swell my under eye and my cheeks are chapped red. I look hideous. "Should I go?" Lydia nods quickly "Yes! And go looking like a slut to make Christina regret his choice!" I hold back a laugh "Lydia!" I lean up against my dresser "What?" She plays innocently "Really though." Lydia sighs looking down at my bedspread "I would, you did try to save her."

A/N

Sorry it's taken so long to update! I just started school again and it's been crazy. But I will be updating as much as possible this weekend!