I Am Me (Book One): Weakness

Chapter 12: Your New Life

Mark's POV

Seven Years Later.....

"Mmmm..."

I slowly open my eyes, letting them adjust to the white ceiling I see above me. Watching the fan blades go round and round in a hypnotic daze until I grow bored and sit up. This..isn't my room. These aren't my clothes on the floor. But my scent is everywhere. I'm...oh, I am naked and with morning wood. Okay, that's normal. Not for me, but it's normal for somebody...out there. I grab the underwear and sweatpants to cover my lower body and I grab a white shirt that has stains on it. Somebody seems to be a messy eater huh? 'We sure are!' my wolf says happily. I could feel his joy vibrate through my entire being. He missed me? How long was I out? I look at the calendar....Oh my god!

Seven years! I missed seven years of my lifetime! What happened?! Where am I?! Whose stuff is this?! Wheres mom?! Where's dad?! Where is my brother?! 'Calm down, buddy boy. Yes, it's been seven years. Unless you want to lose seven more, you will need to calm yourself. This is your room. This your apartment you live in with our roommate.'

Roommate, huh? Okay, a reliable being who can think logically. He can explain everything. It's least I hope he can. 'Whatever. I thought I did a pretty good job explaining everything, it whatever, you go on and be the little idiot who could. I'm checking out for a bit and watching the show go down. Hopefully you don't screw up again', my wolf grumbles in annoyance, but I can't even bother to care. I gotta figure out what the hell is going on.

I walk into a hallway leading into a living room. It's a good size for two people. A nice couch in front of a flat-screen. A small kitchen is separate by a countertop with stools on the side facing the living room. There is a round wooden table placed by a window with the blinds drawn in front of the opening leading into the kitchen. It's a nice place. Simple and cozy. The only weird thing about it is all the toys lying around. I pick up what appears to be a rubber ball and squeeze lightly. A squeaky ball. It's a squeaky ball and something in me peeks up. I assume it's my wolf, so the ball makes sense, as does the rest of the toys. I pick them up and put them in a corner area filled with other toys and a collar and leash.....I won't get mad, but I hope to god there aren't pictures of me out in public on all fours in human form being walked by whoever. I hope it is me in wolf form if there are pics out there. Oh god! My wolf has been living my life! How did this happen? How am I not dead from being put down for becoming feral? 

'You didn't become feral. Thanks to me and our mate, we hung onto what little humanity was left after you checked out. I was determined to keep us alive because unlike you, I'm not ready for my life to be a living hell only to end abruptly by your bad choices.'

What? Bad choices? Hold the phone! Mistake or not, my decisions are my own. If I choose something for myself, so what. I will own up to it! I will deal with it. It affects me. My life!

'You cannot be this clueless. My goodness! Yes, your decisions are your own, but you wouldn't be here, wondering what the fuck happened to the last seven years if you owned up to your mistakes! You checked out. I picked up the pieces. Your decisions affected me! But nah, I'm you so it still counts as only affecting me, right? Our mate certainly didn't take his time from his life to keep us sane? Our parents didn't fight on our behalf to keep us alive and safe? Our friends didn't support us when we were going through the hell that we caused? The Alpha didn't make any pronouncements on our behalf for Omegas everywhere in our pack, trying to spread awareness and make allies with other packs with larger Omega populations than ours?'

I...I didn't ask them to do any of that.

'Tough. The fact of the matter is, our decisions affect everybody! Had they decided to put us down, they'd have to deal with our mistakes, our funeral, our wishes. We leave them alone with the crap. Even if we didn't, they'd still have to mourn and learn to live their lives without us. The kicker with it is, in spite of it all, they'd do it over and over for us because they care that damn much!'

My wolfs perception is amazing....wow, I really missed a lot. He is right. I did leave the burden and who knows what a mess is left to clean up with my sudden appearance. Could it have been better if I not woken up? 'Don't be stupid. Just go and live, as you really wish to.' Despite that perplexing last part, I agree anyways. Before I go to look at what clothes I should choose for the day, turn around to find a young man, slightly built. He is in a casual buttoned down shirt. Not nice enough to be considered formal, but still nice enough for a nice gathering or country club. He is breathtakingly beautiful. His scent is familiar.

"Mine~", I say instinctively alongside my wolf. Isaiah. Isaiah has grown into his own. And he's the alpha. Isaiah Lovelock is an alpha! How did I not make the connection before?! His father is Nero Lovelock. My True Mate is the Alpha of my pack. Or he used to be, until I made him accept my rejection. 'Forget about the rejection. As far as he and I are concerned, it never happened. It was a lapse in judgement. Just live, no reservations. He stuck with us. He at least deserves a chance, doesn't he?' Before I could ponder my wolfs pleas, Isaiah smiles at my proclamation of him being my mate. That isn't what I'm expecting. We said the rejection speech. We shouldn't be living together. We shouldn't proclaim our mate unless they are someone else. But here he is, smiling at me with pure adoration, as if none of what happened seven years ago was real. And I wish to never break that fantasy with everything that I am.

"Good morning to you too, Mark. Have a nice sleep without me? I know you prefer nights together, but I don't think your human would all appreciate us in bed together. It may have been years, but Mark is strong. He will come out of this someday and I'd rather not make him uncomfortable the minute he wakes up", he says casually. He thinks I'm still my wolf. He believed in me, despite how hard I tried to break it off with him. He even tried to respect my boundaries no matter how much my wolf wanted the connection? I really don't deserve someone like him. "Mark?"

He is looking at me questioningly. I am awestruck by him. I can't bear to break this spell I'm under because that would mean moving on with my day while he goes on doing his thing. I want to stay here and bask in his glory. Still, he narrows his eyes in concentration. I could feel him inside my head through our natural wolf connection the way all were's do. I see the moment he makes his realization of who I really am and it is a mixed bag of astonishment and joy.

"Mark?!", he says one last time before jumping into a hug at me. He smells so good. I can't help digging my nose in his hair, taking in everything that is him. If I didn't already have morning wood, I know I would've responded to him the second I catch a whiff. "You're back. You're really back. I knew you'd come back. I just knew it!"

"Yes, my alpha. I'm home."