Alpha Derek

10

"Oh my God," Marcus muttered from behind me.

I stared wide eyed at my mate as her eyes lazily shut and suddenly she went limp in my arms.

No no no.

"Ersa," I shook her and waited. No response.

"I think she's out," Marcus commented once again.

My eyes narrowed, "No shit, Sherlock."

I gathered her limp body in my arms, adjusting her head so that it lay comfortably on my shoulder instead of lolling around and straightened from my crouching position.

She's so tiny, I think as I look down at her beautiful form in my arms.

"I can't believe she passed out fro—"

Marcus started but I whirled around and glared at him, "Shut up, Marcus. It's all your fault."

His jaw slacked but before he could come back with a retort, I started carrying Ersa upstairs to bed.

However, Marcus being Marcus, followed us upstairs. "My fault?" He stomped on the stairs.

"Yeah, obviously. If you hadn't startled her, this wouldn't have happened," I growled walking to the canopy bed.

"Excuse me?" Marcus screamed, devastated. I rolled my eyes, he was being such a girl.

I laid Ersa down on the bed gently and adjusted the pillow ignoring Marus's rhetorical question.

He wasn't one to be ignored, though. "Clearing ones throat is the most subtle way of making ones presence known," he pointed out.

When I ignored him again, making my way to the bathroom, he started again, "And if there's anyone who's at fault here, it's yo—"

I turned around and gave him a look that instantly shut him up. He stuttered, "Th-That's not f-fair. You can't use your A-Alpha tone on me."

I smirked when I had my back to him again, turning the tap on to collect a little water in a glass. Then when I turned back around to make my way to my unconscious mate I innocently acknowledged Marcus, "But I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to," he said and muttered to himself, "your eyes are pretty talkative."

I ignore the urge to smirk again as I sit on the bed besides Ersa. Dipping my fingers in the glass filled with tap water, I sprinkle some upon her face.

I heard Marcus curse behind, "What the hell are you doing now?"

"Curing Swine Flu." I retort. "What does it look like, Marcus?"

"It looks like you need to be hospitalised," I turn to look at him, "in an asylum. Seriously, who made you the Alpha? What are you doing?"

"I'm sprinkling water on her face so that she would wake up," I explain.

Marcus looks aghast, "And where did this genius idea come from?"

"Saw it on some soap opera Mom was watching," I replied simply.

"Man, am I judging you right now. I'm starting to question your position as our Alph—"

Marcus gets cut off when suddenly there's a coughing sound. I turn to my right to catch Ersa coughing and her eyes fluttering open.

My hand reaches out on its own accord to her cheek. Wiping away a few droplets under her eyes, I say, "Hey."

She notices Marcus behind me and her body tenses up. Her hands go to my thigh as she grips my jeans clad in fright. I immediately shift forward so as to block her sight and asserted, "He won't hurt you. Nobody will."

Marcus snorts behind me, "Nobody but your mate."

I glare at him over my shoulder as Ersa looks up at me with concern and confusion reflecting in her eyes. I sigh and confess, "It was my jaw."

Ersa still looks confused.

"Your head hit my jaw," I elaborate, "that's how you fainted."

Ersa's eyes go wide from disbelief. Then slowly there's a small smile tugging on her lips and then she's giggling. I am lost for a moment in the melodic sound and those deep brown twinkling eyes until I hear a certain someone snicker behind me and my eyes narrow.

"It's not funny," I state as my hand resting on her cheek glides across her temple to the left corner of her forehead to inspect the wound. I frown at the small bump I feel under my finger.

Her giggle dies and her hands reach for mine and she draws it away from the wound to rest on her stomach between her clasped hands. "I-I am fi-fine." She says looking in to my eyes.

"The hell you are. You literally fainted from just bumping your head into my jaw. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" I scowl, spreading my hand onto her tiny tummy. She flinches at my high pitch and I feel guilty instantly for acting like a douche.

So much for making her feel comfortable around me.

"I'm fine. I am," she insists then she pursed her lips as if trying not to smile and asked, "Is your jaw though?"

Another snicker behind me. My eyes narrow again.

"Apparently, my jaw bone is much more stronger than your skull."

"I swear to God you're made of stone," and then another snicker.

Enough.

I finally turn around to acknowledge the unwanted commentator presence in the room. "Beta, go check upon the perimeter patrolling and make sure everything is running smoothly," I command.

He scowls at me, knowing he can't defy the Alpha. So he simply says, "Yes, Alpha," and runs off downstairs.

"He's th-the Beta?" Ersa questions.

"And an ass of a brother, yes," I answer. "How're you feeling?"

"Better. I can feel it healing," she points at the bump.

That was due to the mate bond. Her healing power isn't functioning yet.

"Good," I say leaning forward, "then this should help the process."

I kiss the adorable bump.

Then slowly sticking my tongue out, I lick it.

Ersa gasps, "Ewww!"

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