Two Alphas, One Mate (BAAM 2)

TAOM (2)

Pic of Demarco

I was supposed to meet Reagan's pack a week ago, but I had managed to avoid him at all cost, even resorted to taking Chris to one of those little kid places where there's a lot of little kids running around and screaming their heads off. I don't really know why I was avoiding Reagan. Maybe it was because his main goal was to get rid of Marcus and force me into something that I didn't want. Maybe it was because I didn't really know him. Maybe it was because he made me feel uneasy when he was around. Reagan's past scared me, too. He liked his monstrous side. He wanted to let his wolf take over. I couldn't understand for the life of me why someone would want that. I also now know that Reagan can't be trusted. He wasn't supposed to enter my dreams anymore, but once I started avoiding him, he intruded. I had a dream about the dreaded challenge. Reagan came in and manipulated it.

Dream:

Everyone had gathered into a circle, Marcus's pack on one side, Reagan's on the other. I watched as the two brothers entered the circle's center. They stood there facing each other, sneers contaminating their faces. Marcus raised his head, growling, as Reagan rolled his shoulders forward and raised his withers. With a warning snap to the air Marcus braced himself for Reagan's attack. I held my breath as I saw them make eye contact. The growling increased in volume. The other wolves looked on in anticipation. One wolf caught my attention the most. Glory. She couldn't look at her sons. Couldn't stand there and watch them fight to their deaths. She leaned on Howard with her head down and eyes squeezed shut. I let out a whimper at the sight. I turned away and continued to watch the brothers. Something past between the two of them and Marcus lunged at Reagan with a fury I hadn't seen before. Reagan had seen him coming and met him head on. All I could see was a blur of furry bodies biting and clawing at each other. Then came the most sickening sound that ever rang in my ears, followed by a pain filled whimper. Reagan had Marcus pinned on the dirt ground. Both brothers bloody, but something was off about Marcus. He was bleeding more than he probably should of been. Then I saw it, the hideous gash on his throat. Reagan peered down at Marcus's unmoving body. Satisfied, and with a lick of his lips, Reagan stepped over Marcus and came up to me, a smirk on his wolfish lips.

"You didn't think he'd actually win, did you?"  There was a pause. "Even in a dream."

End Dream

There were many more dreams that he ended up coming into. He "visited" me almost every night since I started avoiding him, and I was more than ready to tear into his jugular the next time he visited me.

A knock on my door startled me from my thoughts. Before I could even say "come in", the head of Vallery popped in from the other side of the door with a big cheesey grin. "I come baring news!" she squealed, rushing over to my bed and plopping down.

I looked at her as if she was of the face I feared most. "News?"

She nodded her head vigorously. "Exciting news!"

I scoffed. "Yeah, right," I said flatly. "There's no such thing as 'exciting' news here. There's only news of doom."

"And gloom," replied a new voice. I looked over to the door and Tilly walked in. "Besides," she glared at Vallery as she made her way in, "what gives you the right to tell my news?"

Vallery bowed her head sheepishly. "Well, it is exciting," she answered.

Tilly shook her head as I laughed. "But, she is right," said Tilly. "It is exciting. Well, exciting.... For me."

I stretched and headed to my closet. "Do tell," I said as I shut the closet door behind me so I could dress in private.

"So, while you've been hiding away from Reagan for the past week, Val and I have been.... Well, to put it simply,we've been getting to know the other pack." There was a pause. "Quite an interesting bunch. Did you know that-"