Save Me, Alpha

Chapter 6: Forgiven?

I wake up the next morning, feeling happier than usual. Not because of anything, just because I feel happy.
I walk down the hall and to Bryce's room. I knock, but there's no answer. "Bryce?" I ask, knocking again. "It's unlocked, just come in," he calls. I open the door and walk in, then lie on the bed, closing my eyes.
After a while, he walks out of the bathroom and lies next to me. "Do you not dry your hair?" I ask, feeling the water drop on my shoulder, and he lays it there. "I wanted to see you, so I didn't," he tells me, sounding like a little kid. "You're weird," I state. "Want me to dry it?" He looks up at me, "can you?" I laugh and get up, and he follows me into the bathroom. "Sit," I command. "I'm not a dog," he replies. I raise an eyebrow at him, "you sure about that?" "That was mean," he states, but sits in a chair anyways.
I plug in the hairdryer and ask, "I don't know why you can't do this yourself." He grins up at me, "because I want you to." I roll my eyes and turn the hair dryer on, and begin drying his hair. "You're doing it wrong," he tells me over the roar of the dryer. "How do you want me to do it?" I ask. He lifts my free hand up and runs it through his hair. "You have to do that while drying it," he tells me. "Fine," I reply, and do as he asked.
After its dry, I turn it off and put it away. "Your hair is really-" I stop short when I turn around and see how close he's standing to me. "-soft," I finish quietly. "Thanks," he replies, taking a step closer, making me step back, my back pressed against the wall. He steps forward again, and I look up at him, "Bryce?" He looks at me in the eyes, but then his gaze travels down to my lips, then back up to my eyes.
Stupid me, my eyes look down at his lips. I look back up at him quickly, hoping he didn't notice, but he did. His lips come down on mine, not roughly yet not softly either. My hands grasp his T-shirt and he wraps his arms around my waist, leaning into the kiss.
I'm nineteen, and this is my first kiss. I hope it's not noticeable. I pull away, and he looks at me questionably, "was that your first kiss, Kylie." "Y-yeah, I'm sorry, I'll just go," I answer and walk off, and back into my room, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. I shut the door and lean against it, sighing. He did notice, he's probably disgusted now. Not only am I ugly, I also just ruined a kiss. How could I be so stupid?
There's a knock at the door then, "Kylie, please open the door." I don't answer him. "Kylie," he says again, making my heart flutter. I turn around and press my palms against the door. Should I? He probably wants to say he made a mistake, that I'm not his mate. I open the door, "I'm sorry, Bryce. I know I'm not the most ideal person that you would've wanted as your mate, so, I'll-" my words are stopped when he presses his lips to mine. Before I can respond, he pulls away, "you talk too much. I don't care if that was your first kiss, Kylie. In fact, I'm happy, because now I know that I was the only person that has touched your lips. You have no idea how happy that makes me. And you are the best mate I could've asked for, and I wouldn't want anyone else for me." I look down, "I'm sorry if I ruined the kiss for you." He laughs, "Kylie, I don't care. And I'd say that you are a very good kisser." I feel my cheeks burn, and a smile forms on my lips, "thanks."
He wraps his arms around me, "you're the only one, Kylie. Just you." "Bryce, can I meet your family?" I ask. He nods, "come on."
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"This, is my mom, Marie, and this is my dad, Alex," he tells me. I look down at the two gravestones, holding on to his arm. "When did they die?" I ask. "When I was a freshman in high school, so six years ago, and I was fifteen," he informs. "I'm sorry," I tell him. "How did they die?" "I'll tell you once you're more comfortable about my kind," he states and I nod. "Can I take you out?" He asks me. "Like on a date?" I question, looking up at him. He smiles down at me, "yeah." "Sure," I answer. "When?" "I don't care," he replies. "Now?" I suggest. "Okay," he agrees.
He looks sadly at his parents' graves before we walk back to the car.
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After eating, we return back to the house laughing and smiling. My smile fades when the beta stands in front of us. I step back, my back hitting Bryce's chest. Bryce growls, and I feel it vibrate through his chest, "what did I tell you, Isaac?" Isaac? So that's his name. "I-I just wanted to apologize to the Luna, Alpha," Isaac states, looking at the ground.
I feel Bryce's arm slip around my waist and pull me closer to him. "It's okay," I whisper to him, placing my hand on top of his. "You sure?" He asks. "Because I can make him leave." I nod, "I'm sure." He removes his hold on me and I step towards Isaac. I can feel Bryce's gaze on me from behind, and it makes feel secure as I approach the person who ruined my life.
"Isaac," I state coldly. He looks up at me, "yes?" I sigh, "you're forgiven." "Forgiven?" He asks, and I nod. A grin breaks out on his face and he hugs me. A snarl comes from behind me, and I'm ripped away from him and held close to Bryce. "Mine," he growls. Isaac lowers his head, "right, sorry, Alpha." "Bryce, calm down," I say calmly, feeling his heart race in his chest. His eyes turn dark, and I rest my hand on his chest. He closes his eyes, then looks down at me with his normal blue eyes.
He picks me up and walks upstairs, making me laugh. "Put me down," I demand, chuckling. We reach my room and he shuts the door with his foot, then sets me down. I drop my hands to my sides, "why'd you do that?" "You're mine," he growls, his eyes growing darker again. "Don't growl at me," I scold. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, "sorry."
I walk towards him and wrap my arms around his waist, laying my head on his chest, "let's lie down." I feel him pick me up, and he walks to the bed and lies down along with me. I lie on my side and look up at him. He raises his hand traces my scars with the tip of his finger. I couldn't bare to look at his face. There was sure to be revulsion. When I did look, I didn't understand the expression, it was something of admiration and the other...love?
"Beautiful," he comments. "What?" I ask. "You. You're beautiful," he repeats. "And don't you say other wise." I turn on to my other side, still not believing he could think that about a girl like me. I feel him wrap his arm around me, "You know, I'm amazed when I look at you. Not just because of your looks, but because of the fact that everything I've ever wanted is right in front of me." "Bryce-" "no, listen," he interrupts. "I'm so scared when I'm around you. Afraid that I might lose you. Maybe it's because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about, everything I want, everything I need." "Bryce," I start again. "Why are you saying this?" He sighs, his breath fanning against the back of my neck, "because I love you, and I know it's only been a little while that we've known each other-" "almost a month," I tell him. "-yeah. But that doesn't matter. I love you, Kylie, more than anything," he finishes.
I wiggle my way out of his grasp and stand up. Why is this so confusing? Why do I feel like I'm fighting with myself? Why am I so apt to tell him that I don't love him back, even though I know I do?
"Kylie?" He asks. "Please say something." "I-I need time to think about this," I tell him. I hear him sigh and get up. "Alright," he says, then places a kiss on my cheek. He lets his lips linger for a while before walking out. I feel a tear slip down my cheek, he's too perfect for me, he's too good. I don't deserve him, he deserves someone better.
I get a bag and pack my clothes into it. I write a letter to him:
Dear Bryce,
I'm sorry for causing trouble. Just forget about me and move on with your life. Please don't come look for me, but know that I love you.
Love,
Your Kylie
I put the not on my pillow, then hop out the window and climb down the tree. I take off running towards the woods, then slow to a walk when I'm covered by the trees.
After about five miles, I hear a howl rip through the air. It sounded broken, alone, and sad. Bryce. "I'm sorry," I whisper to him, another tear rolling down my cheek.
It was for the best.