Alpha - Forever #1 (Complete)

Chapter 14 - Part 2

Scarlett

When I woke up, my head was still sore but the invading thoughts were gone. I rubbed my forehead and opened my eyes. Even though the room was dark, I recognized it as my own. I spotted the tall, lean form of my mate beside me in a chair.

"You're awake," said Cade. I heard the relief in his voice.

I reached for the lamp on my side table and switched it on. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light. I tried to figure out what had happened and what I was doing in my room. Cade watched me silently as I began to piece everything together.

I'd joined Cade's pack and then thoughts from the members of his pack had begun to overload me. And then I'd passed out.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly as he reached for my hand and held it in his.

"I'm okay," I answered while trying to sit up. Immediately, Cade was standing and he helped me to sit. Once I was comfortable, he sat back down beside me in the chair.

"What happened?" I asked, still feeling a little disorientated.

"We think you got overloaded with thoughts from my pack," he explained. "I'm sorry—I had no idea that would happen."

"Why do you think it happened?" I asked, rubbing my temple. If he hadn't seen it coming, then it wasn't something normal.

"I think it's because you haven't grown up in a pack. Most werewolves have and we learn from an early age how to cope with thoughts from the other pack members. It almost becomes second nature for us."

It made sense.

"So because I haven't been raised in a pack, I didn't know how to cope with all the thoughts?" I asked.

"Yes, pretty much," he answered. "I've never had anyone join my pack that hadn't been brought up in a pack before, so they knew how to control the mind-link."

"Why has it stopped?" I asked, because I couldn't hear a single thought. Not even his.

"I've got everyone in my pack keeping their thoughts to themselves at the moment, at least until you get used to it. They're only allowed to contact me if there is an emergency," he explained as he caressed my hand in his.

"You guys can control what thoughts are projected to the rest of the pack?" I asked.

"Yes."

It was probably a good thing because it would be weird for other people in the pack to hear private thoughts that didn't concern them. I'd definitely have to learn how to do that.

I glanced down at our hands. I loved the way my hand fit in his.

"And you brought me to my house," I said.

"Yeah, I didn't want to take any chances so we brought you here. The farther away we are from the pack, the less intense the thoughts are, so if someone slips up it won't be as traumatic for you," he explained.

This whole werewolf thing was going to be more difficult to get a handle on than I'd previously thought, but I was up for the challenge.

"If I'd had any idea..." he started. I could see he felt responsible for what had happened, but I didn't blame him. I was okay and there were no lasting effects.

"I'm fine," I assured him. "You didn't know it would happen."

"But it's my job to take care of you," he said softly, like he'd failed me in some way. I reached out and caressed his cheek. I couldn't help the intense flutter I got in my stomach at the thought that I meant so much to him. It made me happy and possessive of him.

"I'm big enough to take care of myself, you know," I chipped back. It was still hard trying to balance this intense connection we had as mates and my need for my independence. I understood his need to keep me safe, because I felt that same need for him.

But I didn't want to turn into one of those girls who couldn't be without a man. To me there was a big difference between wanting and needing someone. I wanted Cade in my life but I didn't need him and I wanted to keep it that way.

"Yeah, I know," he said, glancing down at our connected hands.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Late, you've been out for a while," he said. "I was so worried I even brought Curtis with me so he could keep an eye on you. I also brought a few others to help protect you."

"It's fine," I said, waving off his concerns.

"I hope you don't mind, but they've all kinda moved in until you can manage the mind-link. Once you're able to manage, we'll move back to my house," he said.

"It's fine."

I was glad to be home, even if he and some members of his pack had invaded it. Everything had happened so quickly that I hadn't really thought about packing up again and moving in with him. At least now I had time to get used to the idea.

"You know, I need to learn how to protect myself," I mumbled to him.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I dragged Hank along," he revealed with a smile, knowing it would make me happy.

"Really?" I asked, a little surprised, but the corners of my lips were already tugging upward in a smile.

"Yes, really. You need to learn how to protect yourself. With the rogue after you, I can't take the chance of leaving you defenseless. I'm going to make sure you won't need to use it, but it will make me sleep better at night knowing that you can."

"Thank you," I said as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. The feel of his lips against mine kick-started the butterflies in my stomach. Touching him, in a way, was comforting and volatile at the same time.

He pulled his lips from mine and held my face.

"The training is just to help you defend yourself; it doesn't mean I'll allow you to fight," he spelled out.

I could feel my temper rise.

'Allow me'? Who the hell does he think he is?

"Allow me?" I repeated, because I couldn't believe he'd actually said that to me. I pulled free of him.

"Listen—"

"No, you listen to me," I warned angrily. "You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do, do you understand?"

He rolled his eyes at me. I slipped off the bed as he rose up out of the chair he'd been sitting in. I hated the fact that I had to tilt my head up to his to glare at him.

"There is no need to be dramatic." He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. My anger began to grow because now he was treating me like I was a child.

"I'm not being dramatic," I assured him, balling my hands into fists so I wouldn't be tempted to slap him again. "Just because you're my mate doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do."

"Take it however you want to. You're not fighting," he stated firmly, standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. It was like he was a parent calmly dealing with a child who was throwing a tantrum.

The urge to slap him was so strong that I nearly gave in but I remembered how he'd battled to control himself the last time I'd given in to the urge.

"Get out!" I shouted at him. My temper was in full force now. I wanted him out of my sight before I really lost my temper and slapped him.

"Scar, don't overreact," he said, shaking his head at me.

"I said get out!" I repeated and pointed to my bedroom door.

"Fine, I'll be back when you calm down." He sighed and turned to leave. I watched him walk out of my room and close the door.

I took a deep breath as I tried to calm down. I was still so angry I wanted to throw something.

Was it so wrong that I wanted to be treated as an equal? I didn't want him to look at me and see a weak mate that he had to protect. I wanted him to look at me and see a mate who was ready to fight alongside him to protect him and our pack.