Alpha Roman

Six

Abigail's POV

I don't know what to think about the situation I am in. A thousand question were filling my head while the man in front of me just sat there calmly. "Can you please come out?" Said the man sitting on the ground, in a soft tone. Why was he asking that instead of just pulling me from under the bed? And why is his tone so nice?

After a minute the man let out a breath that sounded defeated after I didn't answer him. The door then suddenly opened, startaling me. All I saw was a pair of legs that had a pair of black flats on her feet. "You doing it wrong, hon." Said a sweat voice and the legs started to walk towards the bed, as I scooted farther away from the edge of the bed.

The woman started to kneel beside the bed just like the man. "Hey sweety, I know that you are scared and confused, right now," Said the woman in a voice that made me want to trust her. "Can you speak?" She said in a tone that said she was curious and I heard the man suck in a breath. "I can speak." I whispered just because I seemed compelled to do so. I saw the man pretty much melt in front of me. What is that about?

"Would you mind coming from under the bed? It is probally all dirty under there." She said and I could hear the smile in her voice as I heard a scuff from the man. I thought about it for a minute and felt that they weren't going to hurt me.

I slowly crawled from the other side of the bed where the people where not. I raised my head but didn't look at any of the people in the room, just looked at the comforter on the bed. "Do you remember what happened last night?" The deep voice said and again my heart skipped a beat. I nodded my head slowly as I stared at the comforter.

As I was tracing the designs in my head I could feel the peoples eyes burning me, almost begging me to look at them. "Well how about an intoduction?" The woman said "My name is Margret," Said the woman "I'm Roman" Said the deep voice that made my heart flutter. "And my name is Logan." Said another man with a deep voice said but it didn't make my heart skip so many beats it can't be healthy.

"Hello, my name is Abigail. How do you do?" I said in a quiet voice. I'm not used to this much talking so my throat is starting to hurt. I rubbed my throat and the man named Roman jumped up from his position on the ground "Are you alright? Are you in pain? Is your throat hurting? Tell me where your in pain." Roman looked paniced.

I looked up at him and the three people looked at me in shock. "I am alright" I had a smile on my face and had so hold in a giggle when I saw their faces look even more in shock and Roman had a look I didn't recognize. Margret cleared her throat "Well I'm sure that you are wondering why you are here," Margret said and I looked at her. I was wondering that and as I look into her eyes I saw something that I recognize but I just couldn't tell what it was.

"Well I'm guessing you know what werewolves are," She said more of a statement then a question. I nodded by head, of course I know what werewolves are, I lived with two of them in the pack. "Are you a werewolf?" Margret asked. I shook my head but then thought for a second. They could find out about me sometime so why not just tell them?

"Although I am not a werewolf I am a witch that was born from werewolf parents," I said in a quiet voice looking back at the comforter. "Wow that is very rare" Again they sounded shocked. Margret cleared her throat again then begin to talk "Do you know who your parents are?" She asked in the kind voice of hers.

I nodded my head a little hesitently. "Yes they were the people that you had tied up." I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And again their faces held shock. I was temped to tell them that if they kept making that face it would stay that way, but I got control of myself when all of their expressions turned from shock to anger.

All three of them growled and Roman's growl was almost a roar. "So you mean to tell me that your parents, the soul people who are suppost to protect you are the ones that abused you and held a knife to your throat." I looked at Roman for the first time and I would have dropped to my knees if I wasn't already on the ground.

Roman very handsome, wow, that was the extent of my thoughts as I immediately looked back to the comforter and glanced up at him a few times. He has pitch black hair, tan skin and peirsing green eyes. He is wearing dark blue jeans that seem to hug him just right, and a navy blue shirt that looks as if it was about to rip from that mussels hiding under. I'm going to take back my bet because not only is he bigger then a redwood tree but I'm 99% sure that this man is related to some kind of monster.

I realized I was staring too much when Roman smirked at me and I looked away blushing madly. I cleared my throat "Um, I'm sorry it's just that you are very handsome." I felt like my face was on fire, this is the down fall of having pale skin, you can never hide a blush.

Roman laughed and the sound made my stomach so flips. "You can stare at me all you want." I could practicly hear the smirk in his voice "Hey do you think I'm handsome?" Logan said and started to do a macho pose.

I tiled my head to the side and looked him over. He has brown hair, tan-ish skin, and brown eyes. "You look fine I guess," I said and I saw his face fall. Margret bursted out laughing and Roman has trying to hide his laugh behind his hands but it wasn't working very well and not a second later his laugh boomed throughout the room and my body was doing this thing that I'm sure I'll have to see a doctor about.

"Oh goddess that was good," Margret said and wiped tears from her eyes. I looked at Logan and saw that he was pouting "That was mean." He said in a baby voice and once I saw his bottom lip trebling I freaked "I'm sorry Logan truly" I said and looked up at him.

He looked at me and smiled "It's fine and plus I have a mate to tell me I'm handsome," He said and smiled wider. "What is a mate?" I asked with a confused face.