When Alpha Created Omega

Blue skies

  The smell of fresh and stale blood fill's my nose as I inhale deeply. Slowly waking up I stretch my arms around me searching for my mates body. Only finding the other side if the bed to be cold and empty.

My naked body twist's around the cover to see he's still laying on the floor where I left him last night. He looks like I painted him in dirty red paint. Deep puncture wound's are still leaking from bites I had littered  on both of his shoulders. I flinch back a bit when I see My mate's neck also look's like road kill.

Anger swells up in my stomach and starts to fog up my still sleepy mind. If he was normal he wouldn't be bleeding disgustingly on the floor. I don't even know his name.......dose he even know mine?

I push my stiff body up against the head board leaning my back against the head board. My throat feel's scratchy still from sleep but I'm eager to get thing's moving as usual.

My mate hasn't even twitched let alone shown any indication that he was going to wake up to my movement's. His naked body catches my attention again and I Can't help but to admire how in shape he is in.

That's no easy task for a submissive when their body's are naturualy made to be dainty.  I decide to leave him on floor to sleep some more. He's going to need the energy for the road trip back home.

It's probably 5 am around here judging from the light blue skies and bright sun shinning through the balcony glass. My body drag's along as I go to the bathroom and shower.

When I get out the shower the bathroom is foggy from the hot water. I rub the fogged up mirror with my hand and slowly my image comes in view.

Wet red curl's hang around my head and my bright blue eyes seemed to have kept a perment darkness in them sense I left home.  I got a serious case of homesickness.

My skin has paled from just the few days of sitting in the car then being holed up in this room waiting to find my mate. 

I change into black leggings and black tank top similar to what I was wearing when I first arrived here.  I stay barefoot because theirs no need to pertend to fit in here.

  Not like I really had to do much acting ,I didn't really have much contact with anyone since being here. I haven't even seen my father....

I reach for the handle to the door leading out into the hallway ready to grab us some breakfast but when I swung the door back  I was meet with a small audience of people on the othere side.

My father accompanied by a extremely jittery kent and on the side of kent was a older gentleman I didn't reconginze, dressed in a expensive suit and neatly styled gelled up hair. He stood their like he owned the place, brown eye's staring judgmently in my direction.

I quickly stepped forward closing the door behind me. Now blocking the way into the room.

My hair is still soaked from my shower driping down my face but I don't let that stop me from looking intimidating. As my darkening blue eyes narrow in on the small group in front of me.

"Mates resting " I grunt out deeply.

The older  guy just gawk's at me then suddenly throw's his hands up in the air making me growl defensively in return.