The Alpha? That's Fucking Great.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 5.

-Clover-

             I found my mate. And it's the supposed Alpha that wants to kill me. Blake, he called himself. It was a sexy ass name. Wait, no. I couldn't be thinking all of that. That's terrible. He was here to murder me for heavens sake. That's extremely terrible. "Just kill me already," I stated bluntly not bothering to look over at him anymore as he was still kneeling by my side. I could tell that his eyes were still on me. His hand made its way over to my cheek and lightly brushed it. I pushed away from it. Of course, here I was waiting for my mate to finally come through the door and save me and we'd be saved but nope, the mate that walked through the door wasn't here to save me. Kill me actually. I secretly cursed at the moon goddess for doing this to me. "Look at me," his deep voice vibrated through the walls and making my wolf purr in delight. 'No, stop', I demanded my wolf 'You can't give in.'

                 After a few moments, he got up and walked out. I could faintly hear him talking outside the steel door with someone. Finally the door opened again but instead of Blake walking in, it was another man that looked around 21. He was well-built and had a full head of brown hair that was pulling an Edward Cullen and blue eyes. His muscles and toned chest were popping out of his white V-neck shirt. He was definitely an intimidating guy. He came into my cell and pulling out an old looking key, carefully unlatched the silver cuffs that were connected to my wrists. I brought my wrists up to my chest noticing the burns that were burned into them. 'Damn,' I thought. I looked back up to the guy and saw he was looking at my wrists also. I cleared my throat and he looked back up into my eyes  and motioned his hands forward. I gave him a questioning look not understanding what he was trying to imply. Without further hesitation, I pulled his arms under my legs and lifted me up bridal style. I held on and before I could ask where we were going he answered, "I'm taking you upstairs. The Alpha will be up in an hour, also I'll notify the pack doctor about the burns." I half smiled. He was a softie. (: It warmed my heart just a little. "What if I don't want to go upstairs?" I asked. He smirked, "Well, you don't really have a choice. Orders from the Alpha," he said. "Oh, and my names Colton," he finished.

                    When we finally reached 'upstairs' he turned left and went to the farthest room next to a window. He pushed open the door and sat my down on a black couch beside the door that looked like it went into the closet. I took that moment to glance around at the room. It was an up-to-date room. Cream colored carpet with dark blue walls. A fan on the ceiling. The king sized bed sat perfectly in the middle of the room with a blue, black, and grey comforter neatly spread out on it with very fluffy looking pillows might I add. Another door was on the opposite side of the bed that was slightly open. I'm guessing that was the bathroom. And there was a tall dresser was beside the window and closet with a clock on it that read 1:38 am. All in all, the room was pretty chill. 

                   "The maid will be in, in a minute to start your bath," he said as he was making his way out of the room. "Clover," I finally replied to him before he shut the door all the way. He opened the door up a little bit peeking his head back into the room and towards me. "What?" he asked bewildered. "Your name is Colton. Mine is Clover," I told him. He stared at me and then half smiled. He shut the door then and left me alone in the room. I got up from the couch and walked towards the bed. I let my hand drag slowly across the comforter and up to the pillows. Now that I thought about it, this room smelled a lot like Blake. A little too much like Blake actually as my head started to get woozy from the intoxicating smell. I tried to think of other things so I wouldn't get turned on because this so wasn't the place or time. First on the list of 21 questions for the day, How's Will doing? I should really try to find a phone after my bath if Blake isn't back by then and try to call him. He's probably going crazy right now. Either that or already hung himself for thinking that I'm already dead. 2, I wonder what Blake's gunna do with me? I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not rushing my death, I'm just really hoping that I don't become a personal sex toy until he gets tired of me and then kills me, or makes me his personal slave for the rest of my life. I would much rather be dead then clean up after the son who's father apparently killed my parents. 3, -

                     I was cut off from my 21 questions game with myself when I heard the bedroom door open and turned to see the maid bow down to me with a towel folded in her arms. She looked about the same age as me with her black hair up in a perfect bun and black eyes that wore mascara and a little eyeliner. She made her way into the bathroom and I heard her turn the water on. After a second or two she came out and said, "Clothes will be waiting for you when you are finished," her Latina accent filling the room. She bowed again and left the room closing the door ever so softly. That was just a little too much bowing in one day. Why was she bowing? Why was everyone being nice? 'Ughhh, lets just get in that nice hot bath and not come out for a while,' my wolf said and I agreed.

                    I made my way into the bathroom and looked around. There was a light in the shape of flames on both sides of the mirror that hung above the granite countertop with a very expensive looking sink in the middle. The walls were the same shade of dark blue as the bedroom walls, a blue carpet outlining the toilet and the front of the bath which was getting pretty full. I reached over and turned off the water. I pressed play on the C.D. player above the toilet and Ke$ha's song Dancing With Tears In My Eyes started playing. I laughed a little wondering why in the world he had a Ke$ha C.D.. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the bathtub. I let myself sink slowly down until I was fully under the water.

                       After my very long and somewhat enjoyable bath, I got out. I wrapped my body around the towel the maid left sitting on the toilet. It was warm. She must have put it in a steamer. That was nice of her, I thought. I have to remind myself to thank her about all this next time I see her. After drying myself off, I walked into the bedroom, the towel still wrapped around my body, and surely enough, there lay the clothes waiting for me on the bed. Just as the maid had said. I quickly changed into them. It was a red t-shirt that said 'xoxo' on the front and black shorts with black ankle socks. It all fit perfectly. Once I was done getting dressed, I went back into the bathroom to notice my clothes were I came in were gone and a hairbrush was sitting on the counter. Yea, that's not weird at all. I brushed through my long brown curly hair that reached my butt. I lay I looked at myself in the mirror, studying my features. Half of me was my father and the other half, my mother. My nose, ears, eyes, and lips all came from my father, while my jawline, freckles, eyebrow shape, and cheekbones came from my beautiful mother, as well as my D sized boobs and an "ehh" ass. I laughed to myself. My mom never really did have an ass. My bright green eyes stared back at me. Dark bags lay underneath of them. I was really tired. It had been a day I wouldn't exactly wan tot re-live. I walked out of the bathroom turning the light off and climbing into the king sized bed. I got under the covers and let sleep consume me as one last thought made its way into my mind.

              I hope Blake doesn't mind I'm falling asleep on his bed.

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         I sat up straight in the bed sweating form a night terror of me being killed. I looked at the clock to my left and saw it said 3:30am. I heard a mumble come from across me. I looked over at the couch and saw a sleeping Blake. He was a little bit taller than the couch making his body lay at an awkward angle. I felt bad that he was sleeping like that yet thankful he didn't mind me sleeping on his bed. I might die tomorrow. And if I die, I at least want to die knowing the night before I was able to sleep with my mate. I pulled the covers back and slid of the bed making my way towards the small black couch where Blake lay. He too, had bags under his eyes and looked beyond exhausted. I suddenly felt bad for him. I tugged on his arm lightly not wanting an angry and tired Alpha at 3:30 in the morning. Shocks went through my arm as I touched him. "Blake," I whispered. His eyes opened in alert. He sat up and looked over my body. Every inch. Finally his eyes made their way back up to mine after he saw no signs of hurt. "Come lay down with me," I told him rather than asking. His grey eyes looked into mine and then he stood picking me up bridal style as he made our way towards the bed. He laid me down on the left side where I was before and he climbed over me to the right side. He pulled the covers up over us and whispered, "Goodnight."  Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad, I kept thinking as I scooted closer and tucked myself between his arm and chest. I snuggled real close into him feeling his heat roll off of him in waves. "Goodnight to you too," I whispered back as a smile formed on my lips and sleep consumed me once again, but not before I felt his arm hold tighter onto my waist and a soft kiss being placed on the top of my head.