Two Parts Of One [ BxB ]

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Brian

I woke up with a throbbing head. "Where am I?" I slurred as I tried to look around. The room was spinning and everything was blurry. My eyes couldn't focus on anything, everything was double. I clutched my head, sitting up and resting on my elbow.

"Some---" I begun, wincing from the ache in my throat. "Somebody help." I tried again with a slur, my head was getting more painful as I continued to look around. My throat ached from how dry it was.

"S-Somebody--" I was swallowed in a pit of darkness before I could finish my plea for help. 

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"Brian, sir." I woke up to someone gently shaking me. "Greg?" I asked, groaning at the wave of pain that instantly hit me as soon as I peeled open my eyes. "No, sir. I was sent by the Alpha to wake you up." A werewolf said, bowing briefly. 

He was around five foot six, with brown skin and dark brown eyes. He was dressed in a butler's attire. A Servant Werewolf.

Servant Werewolves were Full Blood  werewolves that served the higher ups in their packs. They were maids or butlers whose main purpose was to serve. Their status was considered similar to the Omegas' if not lower.

"The Alpha? Which Alpha?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes in confusion. "Where am I?" I slurred, clutching my throbbing head. "And why does my head ache so much?" I asked in a pained whine.

"Alpha Aaron, sir. You're at our pack grounds. I don't truly know why head aches but I can give you some painkillers." He answered, his eyes cast his feet.

"Can you tell him I want to see him?" He nodded and gave me painkillers before walking away. 

I took the pills and rested my aching head on the pillow as I waited for "Alpha Aaron" who came in a couple of minutes later.

"You said you wanted to see me?" He asked ever so casually, leaning against the wall that was facing the bed I was laying on.

"How can you be casual right now? You kidnapped me." I exclaimed in a hoarse voice, sitting up with a groan. My body ached, my head throbbing still. It felt as though I had been run over by multiple vehicles. Any slight movement send excruciating sparks of pain through my whole body.

It hurt like a bitch is what I'm trying to say. 

"I didn't kidnap you. I took you." He corrected, his arm folded across his chest. Was there a difference in any of the two things he said? I questioned myself. 

"Who in their right mind chloroforms their mate?" I whispered hoarsely. "What if you fried my immune system?" I shook my head, clutching it immediately as sparks of throbbing pain shot through my skull.

"I'm not an object you can just take whenever you please." I said, laying my head back down and letting my eyes flutter shut.

"Of course you aren't an object. You're mine." He said, the smirk that most likely sat on his face piercing through his tone. Such were Alphas, proud of their abuse of power. I groaned in annoyance and pain. 

The headache I felt showed no signs of alleviating any time soon.

"I need to speak to Greg." I chocked out through gritted teeth. My head felt as though someone was drilling nails in it. In an attempt to alleviate the pain, I raised my barrier, blocking out all communication. 

"You are not going to speak to him." He growled in anger. I sighed, I wasn't expecting any less from him honestly. He did kidnap me here after all.