Emberborn

Jax

Weeks went by while I sat in that dark brown room. I hadn't met anyone, let alone see anyone, but Fallon this entire time.

Something about all of this just didn't sit right with me, and I'm nowhere close to finding out who I was before whatever happened to me.

It is very kind of Fallon to bring me in and give me shelter, but I'm starting to feel more and more like a prisoner.

These four walls are starting to make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin and having Fallon be the only person I can talk to is driving me mad.

Fallon is an amazing person, I think, but lately, he's gotten impatient, demanding, and a little evasive with me. He makes us sleep in the same bed, but he leaves before I wake up. He's gone the entire day doing Goddess knows what and comes back right before I fall asleep.

Every time he does come back, I don't know what he's going to act like.

He used to be very sweet and give me a hug and a kiss but whenever I ask him questions about this place or why he calls me his mate, he grows frustrated and completely evades my question.

But lately, he's been coming back later than normal, stumbling in drunk and angry. A couple nights ago he even tried to do things to me that I wasn't comfortable doing.

All of this is still so foreign to me. It's like I don't know what to think of things, but my body remembers what it all was like.

Maybe he's just going through a hard time.

I don't know, but I do know that whenever he comes around I get this feeling in my stomach, flutters, and I feel all warm inside like I'm on cloud nine.

But ever since I shoved him off of me that night, he hasn't come back.

He clearly isn't himself, or at least not the person I met when I woke up. He hasn't explained anything to me about what is going on and I'm left with millions of questions just circling in my mind as I lay on this plush white bed.

A light knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. I hopped off of the bed and made my way across the hardwood floors to the massive double door.

Curiously, I open it and see a tall, well-built man with dirty blonde hair staring at me wide-eyed. Moments pass before either of us speak.

I'm finally laying eyes on someone that isn't Fallon. I am finally meeting someone new.

"You're awake!" He says shocked.

I cock my head in confusion and wait for him to continue. My face breaks out into a gentle smile as the man looks around behind me.

"I'm sorry, um... I was looking for Alpha Fallon."

"Alpha?" I question.

What the hell?

Everything about this was just so bizarre and now people call him Alpha?

Who the hell are these people?

He panics a little bit when he sees that I have no idea what he's talking about, but he's quick to cover it up.

"Never mind that, I'm glad you're awake uh..."

"Atarah," I say confidently.

"Atarah, pretty name. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Atarah."

He sticks out his hand, but I just stare at it dumbfounded. I quickly grow self-conscious from his bursts of laughter. Once he regains his composure, he gently puts my hand in his and gives me a kind smile.