The Only Alpha Luna

Morning!

Shit!! I think to myself as I wake up in the bath tub. I could have drowned, and Jackson would blame me. He always thought that I relaxed way too easily in the bath tub. I relaxed though since the hot water gave relief to my sore and achy muscles, and allowed me to remember that the scars were only surface scars. That everything that was deep and permanent was unnoticable to those who didn't know me. Even if I was in that crop top, and short shorts. No one saw the worst of my scars whether they were battle, or personal.

However this water was ice cold, making me believe I had been there all night. When I get up to leave it's then I notice the ice. The fresh ice. I knew that I sleep walk, yet I have never woken up in the bath tub. The woods, maybe but never here. I get up anyway and drain the tub. Thinking that I should take a shower instead to wake myself up. It's then I notice Tom on the floor with burns. I can't stand the sight of him as it makes me feel sad, and anger towards whoever caused those burns. As though sensing my thoughts his wolf is before me instead. The four legged animal has singed hair, but nothing that gives me as much anger and bile I had when I saw his human form.

I closed the curtain to the shower once the bathtub had drained. When I was finished getting cleaned up and dressed. Making sure that I was dressed professionally as always (unless at a party or celebration) in a skirt that went down to my knees, a yellow blouse that had ruffles in the center, and a blazer, making sure to have black heels that matched. I huffed out a sigh knowing all too well that the guards, and Jackson would believe that me and Tom slept together. It was then that it hit me, I had no recollection of last night. That couldn't be possibly, I never drank any alcohol. Since I was afraid to wake up with bruises and scars with no explanation as to why. I took a look at my clock when I walked out of the walk-in closet. it was 5:30a. I shook my head needing a cup of coffee knowing that today was the first day of the new month.

The majority of my day would be spent off of my territory and in the human world. Checking on the invested and created business' I had. Since after all, the land that I had didn't come free. I couldn't afford to not pay taxes, I couldn't afford for the government to come looking into my business. My property was my property, and it clearly stated that violators would be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

When I went downstairs I was surprised to see Kathy, and William sitting at the table as if waiting for me. I started grabbing the things that I would need to make French Toast such as the eggs, cinnamon, pan, and butter. Than I stood and looked at the pair. William the Alpha that took me in and brought me up as his own, had the same scar running across his left cheek. The only thing different about him was that he had a beard. He was still physically fit, and I still felt bad for all who thought it wise to cross him. Than you had Kathy, a tall and stout woman. I had a bit of jealousy since her figure alone represented the easy life she had before and after she met William. Maybe, that's why I never quite got along with her. Or maybe, that's just what kids do with their moms, don't get along.

"What happened last night?" I ask knowing that neither one of them would lie to me.

"You don't remember." They look at each other as though it was an insult to human nature I had no idea what took place last night. Than it hits me, he marked me!! I was boiling mad but before I went upstairs to give him a piece of my mind I ran to the downstairs bathroom, my heels clicking against the hard wood flooring with each step. I pull my hair that had light natural curls to it away from my shoulder. On both sides of my neck, there are no bite marks. He didn't mark me.

I walk back out, Kathy laughing at the sight that she saw.

"You couldn't have been more frightened if you tried." Kathy said sniggeringly. I shook my head and turned the pan on with the butter on it. "Last night you were in an immense amount of pain. Your mate took care of you." She said the words simply as though she would expect nothing less. I moaned not liking the idea at all, I treated him horribly and I deserved to suffer if I was in as much pain as she said. It hit me like a brick wall would hit a person who didn't bother to look up from their phone. Last night, everything that happened, all the memories, the feelings of pain, the wanting of the man beside me. Damn.

"Great." I say rolling my eyes, picking the pan up and twirling it to spread the butter. Picking up the two soaked French Toast pieces I place them in the pan.

"You should be nicer to him. Give him a chance to win your heart. Let him show you who he truly is." I shook my head at Williams words. They were uttered with such confidence, as though he himself trusted the man that's supposed to be my mate. The man that I'm supposed to trust with my life and all things.

"How did he get the burn?" I ask not wanting it to be my fault. Not knowing what I would do if it was my fault.

"Everyone has their own pain, their own fears. What the two of you went through last night, and what you'll go through tonight exploits that. It causes you to want to be there for the other through the pain, take care of one another. Since your both Alpha's though, the majority of the time you get it the worst since your fears are times by 10 to make them actually mean something to you." Kathy whispers, as though the words themselves carried weight. "You haven't gone through the mating process yet, this is one of those things that's there to make you want it. Make you want it more than anything else."

"So he shares my fear and memories of fire?" I snap at her knowing why the fire was my fear.

"Maybe, you won't ever know unless you speak with him." Kathy snaps right back. I begin making the French Toast for the man downstairs in the cell, and the people upstairs, as well as the people in front of me. I didn't want him to open up to me, and I certainly didn't want to open up to him. Were my last thoughts before he entered the kitchen in jeans and a T-Shirt with the most ridiculous saying on it "Ask me about my Ninja disguise". I laughed knowing all too well that if I did he would put his shirt over his head to show me his perfectly sculpted torso. The burn on his face was already healing, yet it still made me feel anger that he had it.

"You're not wearing that today." I say looking back at the French Toast at this point only cooking ten pieces. I think for 5 wolves that should be enough. Than I laugh at myself for even thinking that I could give ten French Toast pieces to 5 hungry wolves. I turn the stove off and grab the frozen ones I have so that they can have as many as they would like.

"If I knew that we were going to be leaving I wouldn't have a shirt on at all." A picture of him without a shirt was instantly in my mind. Even though I hadn't quite seen his torso bare yet, I could picture it.

"Get on a plain T-shirt, or a tux. You can come with me for the day." I say without thinking. Why would I allow him to learn things about my pack? Why was I opening myself up? Whatever, what's done is done.