The Only Alpha Luna

The Waiting Game

I sigh and begin pacing in front of the floor to ceiling window in the dining room where they placed me. They told me more than an hour ago that he would be with me. That he just had to finish training with the guards. What if he got hurt? No, I would feel his pain. Wouldn't I? Is our bond growing weaker? Why am I becoming so distraught I barely know the man yet the wolf means everything, and even my human self would hate seeing the man have anything more than a stubbed toe. I look up at the clock, the one hanging over the mantel it's been another 15 minutes. Maybe, he knows it's me and he's making me wait on purpose. That thought calmed my wolf down enough to at least get me to sit back down in the chair that faced the window entirely. Just in time too.

"Sweetheart, come on, you and I both know she doesn't have the balls to come here and ask him to take her back." It was whispered but I would recognize that voice anywhere it was the woman who threatened Tom at the Work Function, the party, the dance. Was she the one that poisoned us?

"You failed me. You, were supposed to have killed them." It wasn't shouted yet it even made a shiver run down my spine with the cold-hearted tone in which it was said. It was Darryl it had to be I positioned myself on the chair silently so that I was hidden yet had a better view of the two, and had a great hearing vantage.

"Oh, come now. Isn't this better? Tom has figured out how to close himself off from her entirely making the decision her own. You and I know that time, and time, and time again she chooses the safe path. She chooses herself. It won't change now. As soon as he becomes sterile, before the council completely takes away the possibility of an Alpha King challenge him for the position, and then you have won." It was a simple enough plan, yet the thought of Darryl as King made me sick. I just thought he wanted me dead, but if he killed me first and then killed Tom it would have been way more dramatic. The two began making out I made a gagging face as the two closed their eyes and enjoyed the feel of each others bodies. How two such evil people found each other I'll never know, and I don't ever want to know.

"Get out," It was said calmly and forcefully I instantly relaxed knowing it was Tom who said those words. He walked over to the chair and kneeled in front of it. Would he kneel for anyone else? "Your back," It was whispered desperation and it made my heartache since it was exactly how I was feeling. Then soundly his emotions were there, his thoughts, everything. All the worry, all the doubt, everything that I had experienced over the last few days wrapped up in a neat little bow.

"Of course I'm back." I say as he moves closer to me and leans his head on my knees, warm droplets of water land on my knee which is the only indication that he's crying. I have to assume their tears of happiness since there's nothing through the bond to suggest otherwise. "What are we doing?" I ask carefully, afraid of his answer, as I play with his hair wanting more contact between us. Wanting to find some way to comfort him.

"Waiting for the other to speak the words that they need to hear." It was simple enough yet my mind couldn't just follow my heart.

"What if those words are not spoken?" I ask, even though I was afraid of the answer that was sure to await me.

"Then we will just sit here like this until they are." He says simply yet he was running out time. We didn't have forever anymore no matter how much I wanted to believe that we did.