Humans Vs Wolves

Chapter 42 • Failures

Me and Braydon left right after the announcement because we were worn out and stressed. As much as people liked us, we also got pelted with food, I guess we couodnt convince everyone. As of right now, Ive been crying because I feel as if I failed. Braydon has been sitting by me, saying happy things to me, but they mean nothing to me. I dont want to have to do anything with him.

Braydon goes quiet and holds me close, shoving his face in my neck. I feel little trickles of tears fall downmy shoulder and I pause. He's crying, why is he crying? Please not the mate bond again. I cant deal with it anynore. It's killing me in the inside.

"B-Braydon?" I ask, wanting to check up on him. He doesnt reply and I feel more tears on my skin. I reach over and lightly pet his hair, "Braydon... I-Im really sorry," I stutter, shaking.

He looks up and sighs, "Im going to grab a drink and go to sleep," he mumbles, getting up and off the couch and goes to the kitchen. I see him come out with three full bottles of tequila and vodka. Oh my god, how much do wolves need to drink to get drink? I shouldnt be thinking about that right now. He seems really depressed. I dont know if I should check on him.

Hm.. Ill check in a little bit, let him get settled in my room. Oh yeah, he's sleeping in there with me. Ill sleep on the couch if I have to, I dont want him to get worse than he already is. You may ask what went wrong. Well, everything. We just watched the news and most of them disapprove, thinking it's all a scandal. We tried so hard to get this far and this is what happens, we get shot down. Life is a bitch, I dont want to do anything ever again.

I sit for a couple more minutes before I slowly walk upstairs and knock on my door. "Braydon," I say in a quiet voice, hoping he was still awake. "Im worried about you."

I hear Braydon roll on the bed, "Leave me alone Alison," he groans. I frown sadly feeling selfish. I wasnt the only one hoping for peace, he really has been trying.

I slide down the door, wrapping my arms around my knees, Im just going to sleep here tonight. It will be fine, all fine. No it's not, we are both way too upset. You could even say depressed.

The next morning I wake up laying in the hallway close to my door. I soowly get up amd brush myself off when I lose my balance and fall onto my door by accident. Great, I definitely woke him. I hear shuffles as I just lie on the floor again. Braydon opens the door and I look up to see him with bags under his eyes and a red face. "Are you alright?" He asks, picking me up and off the floor.

I nod, "Yeah. Im sorry I woke up you up," I reply, avoiding eye contact at all costs. I just can't do it, I can't.

Braydon brings me into my room and set me on my bed, pulling the blanket over me. He joins in, but doesnt touch me and keeps his distance on the other side of the bed. I wrap the blanmet around me, feeling quite insecure. Now what's going to happen? Nobody will want the wolves around and probably me neither.

"Braydon?" I ask quietly, staying still. Maybe he has an opinion on this. I wonder if he's been reading my mind lately. It kind of seems like he hasnt.

He takes a bit to respond, "Yes Alison?"

"What're you going to do now?" I ask him. Maybe he can give me an idea. I cant sulk in my room for the rest of my life. Sometimes I wish I  could though. Right now it's alright though, there's a perfect reason to sulk in the deepest depths of hell.

Braydon sighs, "Leave," he says plainly. That's not very descriptive and it's not going to help me. "Go home, be alpha," he adds, probably reading my thoughts. I nod, understanding. Well, that's more than what I got. I don't fit into society anymore and Im ruined. I thought I could be a hero, but that's not how the real world is. It's so much more cruel.

I lay in my bed, gripping the pillow tightly. My stomach growls and I get up. Braydon flips over and looks at me curiously. "What do you want to eat?" I ask, knowing I should probably eat. I can't starve myself. There might be nothing to live for now, but Ill find something. There has to be something out there for me.

He shrugs, "Just toast," he says, flipping back over. I nod and leave the room, turning off the light as I leave. It's the middle of the night right now and he should get some sleep. Im surprised to say this, but he seems in a lot worse condition than me. I feel bad, but I also wonder why. Yes, Ive asked that before, but it's starting to concern me. His pack wouldn't want to see him like this.

I go downstairs and see the kitchen light on. "Mom?" I ask, walking through the door. She looks at me and waves before getting back to making some food. I look over her shoulder and see some muffins, they look good.

She gets on out of the pan and hands me it, "Here, sit," she says, pulling out a bar stool for me. I sit down and take little bites of the double chocolate muffin. These are my most favorite things in the world, but it's not making me feel anything except just not hungry. She sits down as well, having a cup of tea in her hands.

"I know you're feeling down, but I need to know, will you be going back with Braydon?"

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I'm thinking of making the next chapter Braydon's Pov... so you all can know what he's going through and wh y he is sad too.