Alpha's Obsession

Chapter 4

I finally managed to stop crying. He looked down at me, his arms still wrapped around me. I have never felt so safe in my entire my life. And it is thank so him. I looked up in to his eyes. He wiped away the tears on my cheeks and pulled me closer to him.

I could hear his heart beat racing. The electricity shooting through me where I can feel his touch.

"You still need to explain everything to me," I finally managed to say. He sighed.

"OK. I really do, I know. But what I am about to tell you, might shock you and you with most likely not believe me. But..." he took in a breath of air. "Just know that what I am about to tell you, might change your feelings and/or thoughts to the world you know now."

"I don't care just tell me." I said sternly, folding my arms.

"You know your father and brothers, and every member of your family are hunters..."

"Yeah, so what?"

"It's what they hunt. You don't particularly do this but, your family hunts down.... people like me."

"People like you?" I asked, still confused.

"Yeah, people like me. You see, I'm a werewolf. Like Jared, the guy you briefly 'met' downstairs-"

"I wouldn't put it that way. I would say, more like... trying to kill me!"

"Yeah well..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Any how. He's a werewolf. I'm a werewolf. Everyone else here is a werewolf. Your family hunts werewolves.... They have already killed some of our pack members."

"OK.... so I get the werewolf bit. I get my family bit. But I don't see where I come in to all of this."

"Well every werewolf has a mate. Like a soul mate you see. It's very rare that our mates are humans, such as yourself. Me, I am the Alpha of my pack. Like my father was."

My heart began to sink when he said every werewolf had a mate. But I still don't see where I'm involved. Surely he didn't think that I-

"You see Ella. You'remymate," he rushed out.

"You what?" I said confused.

"You, Ella, human being, are my, Alpha's, mate."

"Erm..... You're not joking around with me are ya? Yeah, I believe the whole werewolf thing from downstairs but the mate thing? Not so much."

"I'm surprised you're taking this quite well. But you see, you are my mate, whether you like it or not, and at some point, you will have to accept me."

I sat there looking at him like he was mad, bonkers, off his bloody head! He's crazier than the mad-heatter. I AM NOT HIS MATE!!! Nope. He's joking. He has to be joking. Surely... But. No. No. I refuse. Not even possible. But it would explain why I've been feeling this pull towards him.

"So me, a simple, average human being...." I trailed off. Realization hit me. My world came tumbling down.

"Ella?"

"No. No. No. No. NO!!"

"Ella, what is it?"

I rushed away from him, clutching my head. He pulled, me to his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me. I felt safe once more.

"She couldn't have been..." I trailed off once more.

"It's OK Ella, I'm here. You can tell me," he told me in a soothing, relaxing voice.

"My mother. It explains everything." I pulled away from him, looking up at his confused expression. "On full moons, you get a little out of control right?"

"Yeah but-"

"That explains so much. That night. The wolf. The attack. My father. The move. The secrets kept. It all makes sense!" I breathed. I feel like I'm losing a grip on reality. Like I was going mad myself. Perhaps I was mad. Werewolves and hunters... It didn't make sense yet it all made perfect sense. I've gone insane haven't I?

"What are you-"

"My mother. Like you she was a werewolf." I interrupted

"Was?" He asked.

"One night when I was 6 years old, my mother went out to the forest, it was a full moon. I followed her and I tried calling out to her but she never came. You said that you lose control on full moons?"

I pulled off my shirt, revealing many scars across my body. He traced them with his fingers. Delicately stroking each scar as his eyes filled with hurt and sadness.

"My mothers wolf heard me, and... Well, it... Erm, I'm guessing it attacked me. My father killed it with three gun shots. When when I awoke, I was in the hospital and he said that my mother was dead. He never told me what happened.... A few years later, my brother was introduced to the hunting. I was kept well away from it."

"Oh Ella..." He trailed off. Pulling me close in to another big hug. Wow. He certainly is a hugger isn't he? But his hugs are nice. Like really nice. Like so nice I could just curl up in them and go to sleep.

We stayed there. For the rest of the day. Him just holding me while I balled his shirt in my fists, not wanting him to leave me in fear of being cold.

*****

"We should go to sleep," he yawned. It was late I could already tell. My eyelids were heavy and I was yawning myself.

"Dibs on the bed," I replied.

"We'll share it," he smirked.

"Um no. I get the bed, you find somewhere else to sleep." I said hastily.

"Ella, I can't be away from you," he whimpered.

I folded my arms and rolled my eyes. "Then sleep on the floor."

"Oh, but the floor is uncomfortable, Ella. Please? Just let me sleep on the bed. Please," he whimpered again. He gave me the puppy dog eyes and guilt pierced through me. I'm blaming this on the mate pull.

"Ugh fine you win!"

He smiled at me. I got under the covers and I suddenly felt cold not being in his arms. I know he is right next to me under the covers but I still feel cold. I had my back to him. I rolled over so I was facing him, he was looking at me. This wasn't creepy at all... Boy, do I love sarcasm!

He looked so cute laying there in front of me, facing me. I crawled over to him, snuggling in to his chest while he wrapped his big muscular arms around me. I am not leaving his side. Ever. I'm too comfortable. I like this. I like being held by him and him alone. He made me feel safe, happy, warm. He was perfect.

I soon closed my eyes. My hands on his chest, breathing in his scent. And within a matter of seconds I was in sleeps arms as the darkness rolled in and I entered my temporary comatose state.