Alpha Paris (Completed)

Chapter Five "Then you shall be the one."

^How adorable Legend is^
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Paris's Pov-

"Right!" I yell, feeling a muscular fist smack into the bag I'm holding so it doesn't go everywhere. "Left!" and I feel the punch hit the left side, so powerfully that the bag falls onto the ground causing a grin to form on my features as I look at Legend. And boy, does he look good.

Grey tank top, Nike sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his waist, and some Nikes. His face is sweaty but it adds to the dangerous look he can always show.

For an Omega, he is strong.

"You did great!" I breathe out, still smiling brightly at him. He grins, moving towards me but I shake my head causing him to pout.

"Fight me, Legend." I say, and he shakes his head quickly.

"I will not fight my mate. Never, Thats like disrespecting you and disrespecting you would be something I would never do, not even in another life time. I don't want to cause you pain." I don't want to cause you pain.

Xavier.

I have to shut my eyes as I feel pain spread through my body. I remember a few months back when we had gotten into an argument and I now think I know who the argument was about.. Dana. He wouldn't to go out with a girl on a 'friendly meeting' and I said sure but be home for supper and he started getting angry, hitting things and telling what not to do and how I'm not his queen.

Then he hit me.

A tear springs from my eyes, Legend quickly wiping it away as he pulls me to his chest worried. "What's wrong, my queen?" He whispers in my ear and I laugh, sniffling as I pull him even closer.

How can a man be so nice? So.. perfect? I wish Xavier had been like this to me, if we were even real mates. It would've made me feel more.. safe. I think that if I stay here with Legend, I'll always have my protection, my mate, my home, my life and.. love. Love is such a strange word. I remember when my mom told me that love isn't just a word, it can be a person, an object, or a place. It is something and everyone needs something they can love.

I kiss his shoulder as I cling to his- kind of sweaty body. It's not overly disgusting, he doesn't smell he just smells like cologne. Tears fall onto his shoulder but I don't think he cares, or at least he doesn't act like it. It kind of puts a smile on my face from how gentle he is when holding me, or how he cares, or how he won't get angry at me because I got tears on his shirt.

This is what having a real mate feels like, it feels like you won't be able to live without them.

"I'm sorry," I whisper against his chest as he picks me up bridal style and walks out of the training room in my house, already knowing the way to his guest room. I have him in the guest room until Lance leaves because I think it'd be better for them to get to know each other and they already get along so why not stay in the same room? Legend walks down a hallway that I point to, this will lead me to my room.

"Don't be sorry, my love. Just sleep and I'll be right here when you wake up." That's what Xavier said last month for everyday and then I'd wake up and his scent was a day old, but I could never find him.

"Promise me, Legend." I whisper, looking up into his grey eyes. His eyes are worried as he looks down at his mate. I must really look like a weak Alpha in his eyes. But I'm not weak, I'm just broken. Like a plate, and when you say sorry to a cracked plate, it doesn't glue itself together, somebody else has to.

"I promise." He sits down in a chair beside the bed and I shut my eyes slowly, feeling my breathing become more steady as I start to welcome darkness. But the problem is that the darkness doesn't give me warmth, it doesn't help me fall asleep, and I know that when I wake up, I'll be tired. I'd be as tired as I would be if I didn't sleep, maybe that's why I make this strange decision.

"Legend, will you sleep beside me?" I ask with my eyes still closed. I hear him stand up and move towards the other side of the bed, feeling it dip down before two arms encircle my waist and my head snuggles into his chest.

"Paris, can I take care of you?" He mumbles into my ear, laying his head in my neck carefully so it doesn't hurt me.

His gentleness caresses me in a way that gives you the feeling of comfort. He gives me comfort, protection, and an ultimate safety that I'm not used to. Its a wonderful feeling actually.

"What do you mean?" I mumble back, moving even closer and I feel him tighten his arms around my body in a scared way, almost as if I'll leave him. Almost as if I'll walk away, but I know that I won't. I don't think I could ever walk away from this man willingly. It's only been a day, but it only takes a day to find a new addiction, a new pill that you have to take, a new cigarette that you have to smoke, a new drug that you have to buy. Its only takes a day to fall in love with new shoes, or your favorite sports brand, your new phone, or a new baby. But when it comes to love in two grown people's relationships, people say that they go too fast.

But what if they didn't? What if time is making sure that they stay like this? Like one.

"I want to take care of you till the day my life ends. I want to be the one to save you." I smile against his chest, the thought of love hitting me harder with each moment our skin touches. He's making me feel again, he's making me feel something I've never felt before. He's making me learn to love. How can one person out of the whole world, do this to a person? How can they make them love without trying.

"Then you shall be the one." I mumble, letting the darkness overtake me. But it's not the cold darkness that you wake up tired from, shivering under the covers and moving endlessly in different sleeping positions.

This is the darkness that you welcome with open arms, it caresses you with it's soft texture, and happy dreams that you haven't had for lifetimes. This is the darkness where you'll find the reason to smile, the reason to hope, and the reason to love.