Finding the Alpha(Abandoned)

Chaotic

Hello birdies!! Its me, as usual, with a question. What should the heroine's name be? I have kind of purposely been avoiding her name and I bet a few of you have noticed. I have a terrible time picking names, even as a kid my teddy bear had twelve different names because I couldn't choose. So if you have any ones you want to share I would appreciate it greatly. I'm going to wait a few chapters before deciding. And this chapter starts in her POV right after the Southerner hit her head. Thanks and enjoy :)

After the Southerner took Myles, I fought off unconsciousness and rose to my feet. I knew I had a little bit of time before they came back. It sent a chill of pity down my spine knowing what the rouges were doing to him.

I tested the door- unlocked. The Southerner must have thought I was knocked out.

I opened it with the slightest creak. No one was outside or down the hall either side. I took a step out and drew a deep breath to the left then right. The right smells better, probably more windows or a door leading outside. I walked quietly down the right hall.

I was only walking a few minutes when I heard a loud groan. I ducked into a slight alcove in the wall but no one came. I went towards the noise and saw a doorway. I peaked inside and had to fight off the nausea that tried to overwhelm me. Myles was on a table and...

I ran past the doorway and dry heaved against a wall. No noise or puke came out, just air and spit. Memories threatened to flood my mind. Oh god the pain..

"It'll be okay."

The words were whispered, I only heard it because my senses were alert from adrenaline. I looked around but only saw cement.

But as I looked closer to the wall I realized there was a small slit in between two slabs of cement. I saw a shadow move behind it then an eye came into view. "It'll be okay." It was obviously a man. And he was familiar. His blue eyes seemed to know me the way they shined.

"Why do you think that? You are stuck in a rotting cell after all." I asked the man.

"Because things always turn out okay for the good guys. Er, girls." I could see a wisp of a smile through the crack. So familiar... "You better get back to your cell. They'll be done soon." The man warned.

I turned to go but a question held me back, I went to the crack to ask but he was gone. Nothing but an empty gash. My mind conjured up how similar to my soul it was...

I returned to the cell and waited for them to return.

It was only a minute until the door opened and Myles was thrown to the floor. He was covered in already formed bruises and a white/clear fluid.

The rouges had only put his clothes on halfheartedly. And I couldn't help the sympathy that invaded my features. He looked up from the floor to see my face and an understanding passed over him. He seemed to reach out for me but passed out.

His form, laying there, barely breathing, covered in... gross fluid and bruises. It reminded me of the girl I had found in the cabin, of myself, my mother.

The rouges closed the door and I heard the key lock it.

I pulled Myles under the window and began cleaning him with the water that dripped down. It took awhile but I was perfectly fine being the caretaker for once. And touching him sent small, wonderful chills up my fingers. And he did have magnificent body...

The hell? Why am I thinking that? I looked down at his sleeping face and wished I could see that every morning I woke up from now on. Why am I feeling this?

I set his head down away from the dripping water and settled in a corner. I need to keep away from him, I can't get attached. After all this is done he'll go back to being Alpha and I'll go back to being a bodyguard.

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Myles stayed passed out through the night and most of the morning. I had checked every hour to make sure he was still alive. When our meal came, I woke him and helped him eat some. During the feeding, I held him to me and tipped his head back. He snuggled closer to me with each second that passed.

I laid him back down and returned to my corner. I began scratching holes into my skin.

When the rouges came back, they saw Myles passed out and turned to me. I showed them my newly made 'puss holes'. I told them I had a combo of different diseases and they bought it. They left, saying that tomorrow they'd come for Myles again.

Shortly after, Myles stirred. He sat up slowly but hissed when his bottom touched the ground so he decided to lean sideways against the wall. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

I looked at him confused.

"About... You know..." He sighed when I didn't speak after a pregnant silence. "What- er, how did it happen?"

"It doesn't matter. Once this mission is over you can go back home and never have to sleep in a dingy cell ever again." Hopefully, I added to myself.

I studied his features as he did the same to me. He was still in pain, I could tell. "Walking helps. It causes the muscles to relax."

He stood up and slowly began pacing. "You know," he said, "you could tell me your name."

I gazed down at a crack that had quite abruptly become interesting to me.

He sighed, "Oh come on! I just lost my anal virginity for you! I can't know you're name?"

I shook my head and brought my knees to my chest. "You should get some sleep." I mumbled against my knees, "They're coming for you tomorrow again."

Myles huffed like a little kid and sat in the opposite corner from me. I could tell he was exhausted by the way his eyes drooped almost immediately.

I didn't tell him how and or why 'it' happened, I didn't tell him about the familiar stranger in the crack, or tell him my name. There was so much he didn't know and I honestly didn't want him to know. When people realized what happened to me they began a dance around me, like they were stepping on egg shells. And the familiar stranger is my problem, I don't want to burden him more so than I already had with the rouges urges. And my name...

It had been years since someone had actually spoken my name. No one at my first home had to use it and my newest home didn't fully acknowledge me as a member so why call a dog a name if your not going to feed it. Or something like that. I didn't want to feel the pleasure it would bring when my name passed his lips. I let sleep wash away all my chaotic thoughts.

Little short I know but I just felt like updating. Hope you enjoyed a little more into our heroine's character and feelings. And why are there chills when they touch? Is she getting the hots for Myles? Who is this stranger? Why is he familiar?

Keep an eye out for the next update :)

-J.B²