Alpha's Obsession

Chapter 13

I banged my head on the wall repeatedly.

"So let me get this straight. You're the Alpha's damn mate. Which makes you the fucking Luna to his fucking pack. Oh and he waltzed right up in here all humanly. THEN oh this is grand. He slept with you in his arms in your bed. The next bit is my favourite of all, you fought him and pissed him off and threatened him BUT YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM!!" My father bellowed. I hit my head even harder against the wall. I think this is how concussions are made... Not sure.

"So tell me, Ella. What was the point of letting the Alpha - of a pack, which we hunt, that is bordering our town, rendering it's civilians in danger - go?" My father asked. He couldn't keep the vile out of his tone, even if he tried.

"Um because I want to see his body all bloodied and sweaty and dead on the battlefield. You know, less cleaning for me to do..." I trailed off. Speaking with a 'duh' tone. My father just raised an eyebrow at me in response.

"So you're telling me you want to fight? Against the werewolves. Out on the battlefield? No. I am not putting you out there, Ella. You're too important to us all."

"Dad look, I made a damn promise that I will see that fucker out on the battle front and I'm going to keep that promise or you might as well just dig my grave early. I plan to survive this whole thing so lets just agree that I'm going and there's nothing you can say or do that will change that."

"You're impossible. How did I raise a head strong girl?"

"You forget, you raised a head strong, sneaky girl who knows how to kill. Hey, maybe after all this werewolf shit is over I could become a trained assassin, protecting people for any possible danger."

"What, like celebrities with horrible stalkers?"

"You know there are some that get death threats and it can become very serious and I'll be like, the only person who can guarantee their safety and survival."

He sighed in defeat. Hah, sew that to some clothes and wear it daddy-o! He can't argue and win with me. With the others he can win easily in an argument. I suspect it is because he is the leader of the hunters. But he can't defeat me, even if he tried. Not anymore. I'm done with losing to him.

He left the room and I continued to whack my head off the wall. I'm stupid. I'm stupid. I'm really stupid. I'm really mega stupid that it's laughable! I'm the idiot of the hunters. They're like... LIONS here and I'm like this damn gullible shred of grass if that even makes sense.

Imagine me as a shred of grass. In comes a lion.

Lion: Oh hey there, lets be buddies.

Me: Oh yeah totally sure! I'd looooove that.

Lion: OK then. BUDDIES FOR LIFESIES!

Me: Cool-e-o!!

*5 MINUTES LATER*

Lion: Oh hey shred of grass. Still buddies?

Me: Yeah why-

Lion: *PISSES AND CRAPS ALL OVER ME!!*

Yeah that's why I'm like a shred of gullible grass in a herd of lions. Which still doesn't make sense to me. I mean I'm strong. I can kill. I'm the best hunter here. But I let a werewolf, the very thing I hunt, WALK OUT! All because I want to see him die on the battlefield? Don't get me wrong, it's going to be a waste of a pretty face and gorgeous muscles and flirty eyes and silky smooth hair-

Snap out of it Ella! He's a werewolf. The things you hunt. The things we despise. His kind has killed your biological parents - and your adoptive mother too no doubt. He is not cute, or adorable, or sexy or gorgeous or anything but a damn fucking werewolf that you're going to kill in just a matter of a few weeks. 

I smack my head against the wall a couple more times before I turn to leave. I storm past all the hunters and their disgusted glares. It's really starting to piss me off. I abruptly turn on my heel, arms crossed on my chest and I stare at them furiously.

"It's not my fault for being the fucking werewolf's mate! I have no control over who or what the werewolves mates are so don't you all bloody dare give me that damn disgusted look that says I've fucked every werewolf out there in the world! BECAUSE I FUCKING HAVEN'T SO BACK THE FUCK OFF!!" I screamed at them. I'm beyond mad with these guys. I want to kick and scream and beat all their asses.

"What if the mate-pull makes you want to be with him. You'd find it hard to kill any of the werewolves, including him because they're all connected, part of his pack. You could leave us for him." Some older man said from the couch. His gaze locked on me before scanning over the hunters and locking back on me again.

"I wish you fuckers would make up your damn minds already. First, you don't want anything to do with me because I'm a girl and there hasn't be a female hunter in years and you think that I'm weak. Now, you don't want me to leave in fear I will join the werewolves then you guys definitely won't stand a chance in this war? WHICH IS IT? Do you want me or not."

"Not." Some other man with a scar running down his face answered. "You're just a girl. A teenager. You don't have the speed or the strength any of us do. You may have the knowledge that is necessary but you won't be able to do much. You are weak. We, including you, know that."

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I turned around and ran for my room. I slammed my door shut and that's when I let it all out. I cried for the first time in weeks. I had just gotten back from whatever happened to me and they all wanted me gone.

I pressed my back against the door and slid down it. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them while I cried. Why did they have to question me? Why do they want me gone? I'm not weak. I've proved that since day one. So why?

Next thing I knew, big muscular arms are wrapped around me. Pulling me against a hard chest. I knew who it was by his warmth radiating in to me. It's just how did he get to me? The window. Of course. I didn't bother fighting back. Instead I turned and hid my face in his chest while he kissed the top of my head and rubbing my back.

"Hush darling, it's going to be OK. You don't need the hunters," he whispered in to my hair. My eyes closed and I sighed at his voice. Only minutes ago I wanted to kill him, now I only want to hear his voice and feel his warmth. You would too if your entire family disowned you. The hunters were my family and they have disowned me. He is all I have right now.

"They don't want... Me," I whimpered in to his chest. He stroked my hair lovingly. He held me tighter against him and I snuggled further in to him.

"Then it's their loss. I understand if you want to stay but I can't be away from you any longer, Ella."

"I don't want to stay. Please, take me away from here. Anywhere. You can take me anywhere. Just so long as it isn't here. In payment, I'll fight with you." I looked up to see his face. He was staring down at me with warmth and love in his eyes. A determined expression on his face. A small smile crept on his lips.

"You don't have to repay me. I would do anything for you. You're my everything Ella," he brought his face close to mine, hesitating, unsure if he should go further. But he did. And I didn't refuse. Our lips met in a warm, passionate kiss. 

I whimpered slightly when he pulled away. "Aiden..." I whispered. He cupped my face in both hands. "I want to do this. For you. For me."