Mated To a God ✔️

//falling//

What in the name of baby Jesus was that! I get up and pace around my room. Hell no! Why was that a dream! I've never had those thoughts, like ever.

A tree tussles against my window scaring me, making walk to it and open my window to shift the tree branch. I lean out and start to move it when I see a shadow in the distance. I move out a little bit more to get a better look.

A person, Their a bigger build so I'm assuming their a guy or a very very buff woman.

I lean out a little further to move the branch to try to see a face, Being the little curious person I am. Though I start to loose my grip on the branch and fall out of my widow. screaming and I expect to fall to the ground and maybe get knocked out.

BUT NOT TODAY!

My scream is cut short by a hand placed over my mouth. I look up and I'm in the strangers arms. "Does this happen often?" He says. Wait, Alpha Xander. He's annoyed

"Pretty much." I say sarcastically as he removes his hand.

"How'd you?" I look back behind his shoulder at the forest. "Do I really need to answer that?" Xander says.

"You've calmed down quite a bit."

"Don't push it." He says. My hair falls in my face and I blow on it making it fly up, just for it to fall back on my eyes. I move a hand off of his neck to move my hair, And then I hits me. He's still holding me, I look up and he looks like he's thinking, while staring at me.

"Hello? Anyone in there?" I say wail flicking his forehead. his eyebrows knit together, "Did you just flick me?" He says. I nod and smile.

"I can do it again..." I raise my hand and he grabs my hand, with one of his big hands, They wrap around my wrist easily.

"Not necessary." He say back. He's annoyed again.

I laugh at him a bit as he does so, "Can you put me down now?" I say. He looks down and sets me down.

"Sorry."

"It's fine." I say wail rubbing my arm, The tree scratched my arm. It's bleeding a little. Xander looks at me and my arm. He grabs it making me whine, "Owww." I wimp out.

"You have bandages inside?"

"Probably?" I say. He leads me to the front of the house.

"What are you doing!" I say while he opens the door, I swear it was locked. "Cleaning that up." He says wail squeezing my arm,

"Oww!" I say in a whisper. He takes me to the kitchen and grabs the first aid box. Mom always has it above the fridge. I walk over to the counter and start to open the box before a pair of hands picks me up by the waist and sets me on the counter.

Before I realize whats happening he's dabbing a washcloth on my arm. I wince and he removes it getting out the alcohol putting it on another cloth.

"Hell no! That shit hurts!" I say while moving backwards bringing my legs up to my chest cradling my arm. Without looking up Xander says, "You move anymore your going to fall, Again." I look back and I am close to the edge. He grabs my legs and pulls me forward grabbing my arm and putting the alcohol on my arm. I bite my lip trying to not scream.

THIS DICKHEAD! Tears start to form, Damn I'm a baby. As he pulls the cloth away from me, I look up at him, "Dickhead." I say. He smirks.

"And whys that?" He says while wrapping my arm.

"That hurt." I mutter, "You'll get over it." He says. I stick my tongue and look at the clock on the wall. It's two in the morning, almost three. "Why were you there?" I ask.