The Terms of an Alpha ✔️

t w e n t y - s i x

The bright lights slipping through his eyelids forced Saint to open his eyes. Saint blinked a few times to try to adjust himself to the light. He opened his mouth slightly, tasting copper and smelling morning breath. Where was he? His body felt both incredibly heavy and weak, like his skeleton had turned into metal bones overnight. When the lights became less blinding, Saint was able to take in his surroundings better. A blank wall, minus a white board and what looked like a manilla folder, stared back at him. A hospital. The creaky bed beneath him should have been a dead giveaway. He shut his eyes, wishing he was back in his twin XL bed in his dorm instead, and that was saying something. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to lift himself up in the exhale. His head lulled backwards and hit the pillow.

"Hey, you're awake," a voice said. It sounded like a girl.

"I need to leave." The girl, who he assumed was a nurse given her attire let out a small giggle.

"I don't think Alpha Ender will let that happen yet." Ender. He had brought him here. His memory was starting to come back to him. Wait- what did she just call him?

"Saint! You're okay!" Saint could differentiate that voice from anywhere. It was Ender. He tried to speak, but his mouth felt so dry.

"Here, drink this," the nurse moved his bed up and gave him some water through a straw. He eagerly slurped as much as he could, dribbling some on his neck. He hadn't noticed how thirsty he was until he felt the first drop of water go down his throat.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Ender repeated, taking a seat beside him. "Have you been up long? I was just allowed in here." Saint didn't miss the glare Ender shot at the nurse.

"Told you I'd be fine," Saint said, finally regaining the ability to speak.

"Yeah, but that was really scary." Ender squeezed his hand. "Look, we need to talk."

Despite how shitty he was feeling, Saint leaned up a little. What could Ender want to talk about? They had already ended things, so what else was there to say?

"Or maybe we can talk when you feel better," Ender said. The nurse left the room. Saint waved him off. He wanted to know what was on Ender's mind.

"Uhhh, okay. Well, before I begin, just know I'm not crazy, and I'm telling the truth." Okay, now Saint was more than curious. "Um. Fuck, this is hard to explain. So... The thing is... Okay, when..." Saint rarely saw Ender at a loss for words like this.

"Just spit it out." The words definitely came out a little harsher than necessary, but Saint blamed it on his aching body and throbbing headache.

"I'm a werewolf! And I know you probably don't believe in werewolves or supernatural creatures, but you're one too now!" The words tumbled out of Ender's mouth, and he slapped a hand over his mouth. "Wait. Let me try again." Was Ender high? He didn't look high, but maybe he had taken Saint's painkillers or something. That had to be the explanation.

"Did you take something?"

"No! Do you seriously think I would be high, while waiting at the hospital for you?"

Saint shrugged and mumbled "I don't know." The words slurred together. "I mean what am I supposed to think. You're saying- What the hell are you doing?" Ender was lifting his shirt off.

"Well, if you won't believe me," he muttered, "I'll just have to show you." As he said the last part, he unbuckled his jeans, and Saint craned his neck to see if any nurses were walking by. Holy shit, what the fuck was he doing? He was tempted to press the call button because something had to be going on with Ender. Seriously, what the fuck was he doing?