The Rogue Alpha

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Amelia

I slipped into the bedroom, closing the door as quietly as possible. I tiptoed by way across the room and to the bed, slowly pulling down the covers. I lay down in the bed, pulled the covers, and let a sigh of relief that I accomplished all of that without making one sound. Or so I though.

"Where were you?"

My heart raced and I couldn't help but yell, "Holy hell Micah! You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were asleep."

Micah looked at me without any humor. "You didn't think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out in the middle of the night?"

I swallowed, trying to come up with an excuse. I attempted to smile, but I'm not sure it worked.

"I couldn't sleep. I just needed to think."

"And you couldn't think in here?"

I sighed, and took Micah's hand in my own. I wrapped my fingers through his, still not over the feeling of being able to make such a simple move like this. And I hoped I never would.

"A lot has happened in the last 5 days and I just... I need to make ure I can handle it."

Micah watched me carefully as a spoke.  Through our bond it would be very easy for him to tell if I was lying, which is why I wasn't exactly lying. Just holding back a large portion of the truth.

Micah put his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

This time, my smile came easily. "I know." I moved even closer and kissed him lightly. "I love you."

Micah's arms tightened around me. "I love you too, Lia. And I know you're scared, but it's going to work out. You're strong, and this pack is strong. We can do this."

"If this plan works, there won't be a we. You'll be dead."

Micah sighed, sounding almost a little frustrated. "We've been over this, Lia."

"Yeah, yeah I know. Never mind."

I turned away from him and held my hands to my chest. I couldn't think about this. I'd spent the last five days trying to figure out a way to save him. I'd come so close tonight... or at least I thought I had.

"Amelia... please don't do this. If I really am... well, if it doesn't work out at the battle, then we could have less than 48 hours to be together. Let's not waste them."

I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up in bed and stared at him, not able to hold back the rage that I'm sure was flowing through our bond.

"You're the one wasting time, Micah! You're the one throwing it all away! Do you even want to live? Do you even care what you're doing to me?"

Micah looked away from me. "This is about more than us."

A single tear made its way down my cheek, and I wiped it away irately. "You know, you think you're being so selfless by doing this. But really, you're being selfish. We could wait, we could figure out... something."

"I'm the selfish one? Amelia, you're asking to save my life over everyone else's! If we don't do this now, we'll miss our chance."

I shook my head, more tears falling now. "I can't do this Micah."

Micah hesitated a moment before answering. "Do what?"

"Stand by you while you do this. Support you basically committing suicide. I don't want to be a part of it. You can be on Tyler's team in the invasion."

With that, I got out of bed and headed for the door. Micah was quick to follow and grabbed hold of my arm.

"Let go." My voice was barely above a whisper, but all the power I had was behind it.

Micah quickly let go, as if he had touched a hot stove.

"Please don't leave, Lia." His voice was full of pleading, and it made what I was doing so much harder. But in the process of telling him that I couldn't watch him commit suicide, a plan had formed in my mind.

I didn't look back and I walked out of the room. Forgetting about all the other werewolves with sensitive hearing living on this floor, I slammed the door behind me. I leaned against it and closed my eyes, letting the tears flow for real. I heard a door open further down the hall, but wasn't ready to face anyone yet.

Finally, when the footsteps were practically right in front of me, I opened my eyes to see Riley. She didn't say anything, just nodded her head to the staris and kept walking. I followed her, and together we went to the kitchen.

"So, trouble in paradise?"

I attempted to glare at her, but couldn't muster the strength. Over the past five days, Riley has been a really great friend and supporter. I couldn't let myself take my anger out on her.

"You could say that."

"Amelia... I wish there was something we could do. I can't even imagine..." She sighed and looked away, no longer able to meet my eyes. I knew what she was thinking about. What would she do if the roles were reversed? Could she let her mate die in order to finally defeat Ahriman?

"What if there was something we could do?"

Riley turned back to me quickly. "You've figured out a way?"

"I'm not positive. I just thought of it... but Micah would never agree. We can't tell him."

Riley looked confused, but nodded her head. "Okay. So what do we need to do?"

"First, I need to talk to Callie and make sure this is all going to work. I've been going to her all week with ideas though... she's said that none of them will work."

"Well, we've got to at least try, right?"

I smiled at her, incredibly thankful for her support. "Right."