Building Bridges

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The next morning Melanie had slipped out of her room long before Dakota had a chance to awaken from the previous night's events. The alpha longing to escape the cramped quarters so she could spend time with her family. Bryan and her daughter Sophie were surely all she needed to perk up her mood. As her feet bounced along the stairwell she could already hear her beta talking to her daughter. The soft giggle of Sophie reminding Melanie of her older brother. "That doesn't look like a wolf!" Sophie told him adamantly as Melanie appeared in the kitchen the young girl's blond hair was pulled back into messy ponytail as she jabbed at the misshapen chocolate chip pancakes.

"Hey, I'm trying, okay!" Bryan defended himself as his eyes stole a glance at the alphess in all her glory. He was taking in her more casual outfit of the day. Torn up black jeans matched with a heavily cut silken blood red v neck. Her eyes seeming to have gained the familiar disturbed dark circles they had had all those months ago. Concern immediately filled his brow as Sophie remained unaware eating her pancakes. So as the redhead drew close to him, he leaned in towards her ear. "Are you okay..? Did- did something happen last night?"

Melanie's composure stayed rock solid  for the little girl that sat before her. Her eyes met Bryan's as he was welcomed into a replay of the nights events deep within the confines of the alpha's mind. I'm so sorry.. He thought towards her rather softly as she merely shrugged. Her hand reaching for the spatula, the alphess grabbed a paper plate. Melanie took the time to place a few of the flapjacks upon it and dousing them in syrup and whipped cream. Let's not talk about it now, she whispered silently to the man who nodded in agreement.

"Hey mom are you driving me to school today?" Sophie asked suddenly. Her hazel pools wide and hopeful as the alphess looked back at her with affection.

"Of course-"

"Can Bryan come with us too?" This question forced her to pause as she glanced at her beta. He looked pleased by the invite but at the same time.. She needed to get a chance alone with Thatcher given the nights events.

"Unfortunately Sophs I got a lot to do this morning. Patrolling and whatnot.." He mused waving it off with one hand dismissively. "But how bout I pick ya up instead?" This seemed to appease the princess that had been spoiled by the pack to no end.

The end of this conversation allowed Melanie to slip back upstairs carefully carrying the plate of breakfast. Her heart raced unsure if the dire was yet awake for the day. She also wasn't sure why that mattered to her. After all he was an omega... Right? Her hand reached out taking the door handle and with a gentle creak, she stepped back into her bedroom. Her jade pools falling upon snowy white wolf who didn't look up. Cautiously she came forward, her hands gripping the sticky mess upon the plate as she crouched to face him. "Look at me.." She murmured, his eyes slowly glancing back at her.

Something in her voice was tender, apologetic, sensitive- as if she felt guilty. Dakota fought the urge to snarl, and instead, he merely rolled his eyes in his head and peered at her from beneath the dimly-lit space, much like the monster from beneath a child's bed. A plate was set upon the floor, three golden flapjacks falling into view, still steaming and garnished with syrup. His stomach clenched and growled, begging him to take the offering, but he digressed, hesitating for quite some time.

"This is for you." Gently she dropped the plate on the floor. Stabbing a plastic fork into the cakes as he watched her. "You need to be ready in twenty minutes to meet me and Sophie in the garage. We're going to run errands and drop her off at school." Her voice had dropped the authority of the recent clashes they had. In fact she'd remained quiet as she could manage. Almost as if she were sorry for all of the things she's done in the last twenty-four hours. Getting up, she turned away, heading right out the door to give him a chance at privacy.

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