She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 38, Christ- what?

"Keeyln! It's twelve o'clock!" I hear Nyla yell shaking me. I want to drop kick her so bad but then I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. "Wake up!"

"It's twelve o'clock," I feel Carlin stand on my bed.

Oh, hell no! These sheets are silk! I immediately dart up grabbing Carlin and Nyla's ankles making them fall backward on the bed.

They laugh while I grain
groan pulling my covers back over me.

"Keeyln," Carlin says again a bit more serious. I groan raising my head from my pillow leaning up against the headboard to see two teenagers sitting in front of me.

"What?" I groan.

"It's Christmas Eve!" Nyla says gleefully.

"Christ- what!?" I ask.

What the hell are they talking about? I've never heard of the term Christmas. Quincy and Marcos were always around there side of there families this time of year. And my parents...well lets not get on them.

"You've never heard of it?" Carlin questions utterly confused. I shake my head.

"No wonder she's a real b-" Nyla mumbles before Carlin covers her mouth with a fake smile like I don't notice his hand there. Carlin and Nyla gives me a whole rant of what Christmas is about.

"So you mean to tell me someone powerful was born on December 25th now we hang out with family while we tell kids a big chubby white man is breaking into our homes and giving us gifts at night? No one is more powerful then me so I think I need a holiday," I ask utterly lost. But they nod ignoring the last part.

"Yeah, well except this power made you," I give them a confused puppy face. Huh?

"So this power is my father?"

"Forget it," Nyla retorts in her sassy voice.

"And we have to celebrate with family since all of our parents are dead. Except Quincy but he may as well be dead being any where near Keeyln. For today we have to be each others family," Carlin says putting his hand in the center and Nyla places her hand on top.

"What are you doing?" I ask staring at the touching hands.

They roll there eyes. "Just put your hand in," And i do. Today we made a pact, to be each others family. Speaking of which I have another one.

"Carlin go get Keely. See if she knows any sort of this 'Christmas'," I order him and he nods leaving me and Nyla.

"Can I ask you something?" She asks.

"You just did," I reply in all seriousness. She giggles but it's distant.

"Really Keeyln,"

"Fine. What is it?" I sit up facing the now fifteen year old girl in front of me. (Her birthday actually passed while Gail was in a coma. I guess no one noticed).

"Why did you never reject my father? And I mean the official ceremonial way. Maybe...maybe if you hadn't led him on a string none of this would have ever happened. None of this, including me." She says. I never expected her to have the courage to ask me. I never even really had the courage to ask myself.

"I'm still figuring that out and believe me I know what I've done, what he's done." I look down fiddling with my sock, I never fiddle. But this is Nyla when I'm not an Alpha in her eyes I'm just Keeyln, I can be vulnerable.

"But I don't think you do. My father is blind mentally without you, his mate. He can't even see me, the person who's really there for him because he only has eyes for you. I've read your journal from the days you've lived together and it's obvious he went blind the moment he saw you. All his losses doesn't matter because he's only looking for one specific win. You. So why haven't you just rejected him?" The seriousness in her tone made me feel like a wolf pup being scolded.

Even thinking about this makes me feel like I'm betraying Gail. I still haven't bothered to process him.

But it doesn't change the fact that I rejected Gail, for the right reason of course so why didn't I reject my mate? It would have been so easy so why didn't I?

"I'm sorry Nyla I can't answer that," I sigh. I hate that she wants something that I can't give her. I should be able to give it to her.

Nyla's tears streams faster out her eyes and I wipe a single one with me finger.

"I didn't expect an answer Keeyln I just wanted you to be honest because I know you have the answer in there somewhere. Did you not want to be my mother or step-mom?"

"No, that's not it Nyla,"

"You hated him?"

"No," I struggled a bit to say that. But no I don't. In fact shamefully I never really cared enough to hate him.

"You think he's a weird?"

"Nooo,"

"Is he ugly?"

"NO!"

"Then what IS IT!?" She shouts.

Her question peers into my sole stronger then any one else's could. And she's right the answer is in there. It's just that she had to make me angry to get it.

"I KNEW IF I ACCEPTED THEN I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO CONTROL THE BOND!" I shout. Nyla's eyes widened with shock. I guess today is Christmas Confessions. "I've always noticed Quincy. Always. I wanted to reject him because I knew he will never hate me and I couldn't even try to make him hate me so... in the process I didn't want to care about him even a spec. The mate bond is strong and my hate for him isn't even that strong," I confess.

Nyla inches closer to me wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I had surgery and hating someone that I don't hate takes too much energy out of me," I pull her off me to look her in the eye. "Of course, I can be your mother," I ignore the mushy gut feeling. I get a her tears of joy and just hug her even longer.

"Can we get in on that? After all it is all of our first year's having a real family. No matter how dysfunctional it is," Keely and Carlin appear in the doorway. We open our arms and they join the family hug.

There is a part two. And its a Christmas dinner with the entire pack. It's tradition and even though theres a civil war everyones coming in peace.

To set up treaties and all that...

Marcos will be not there as he's never been a part of this pack, but rather the Alphina pack that is no longer.

Unless Nyla rekindles her duties and rebuild it.

Xoxo, Reese