Why him? (A Zane Ro'meave X Reader)

Chapter 9: Ein...?

Very impressive title. I know.

Also, I realized this is the 3rd chapter in a row to have a question as the title-

Lol, either way, this is about a month after the sleepover, so that's over and done with. I have a little something planned for this chapter so~...

Enjoy~ ;P

I woke up in a cold sweat and vigorously shook my head, trying desperately to rid myself of the memories. What's with all these nightmares all of a sudden?! I don't usually have nightmares...

I watched the snowfall from the bedroom window and let out a small sigh.

"Mommy...?" I speak in a cute baby voice and turn to look at my mom laying in her bed. "When will you get better...?"

My eyes brim with tears as I look at her pale figure. She tries to sit up, unsuccessfully falling back down and placing a hand on the huge bump on her stomach.

She was sick. More so than normal. B-but, she was strong! She will get through it... right?

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" Oh, my Irene! Ein!!!" I yell, running towards the overly proud werewolf.

His gaze met mine and he froze, worry etched on every feature of his face. I simply ran up to him, 100% sure to yell at him for bullying the omega even if I was just a lowly human.

I just surprised myself by pulling him into a hug and completely breaking down in his arms that always made me feel so safe. (A/N: I know all you probably hate me now...;^;)

He froze from my gesture, obviously expecting me to yell at him for something I found out he did. But none-the-less, he wrapped his arms around me and harshly told the werewolf nearby to leave and mind their own business.

He was younger than me by 2years, and yet he was taller, a fact that always made me huff and him bring up whenever he got that chance just to annoy me.

"H-hey... What's wrong? Did someone say something? Is there someone I need to take care of?" He let out a small nervous chuckle. "Can I just stay with you...?" My voice cracked so many times in that one sentence that my breath hitched at the end.

He only held me closer to his chest and ran his hand through my hair, a motion that always seemed to calm me down.

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I pushed the small 4year old boys and shoved them to the floor. And marched up to the small, crying, vulnerable kid that had my heart. "W-what happened?!" I yelled to the boys watching.

I bent down to him and hugged him, I held him close to me.

"The Alfa pushed him and said he was pathetic," spat a small werewolf with maroon-ish red hair, he had beautiful blue and green eyes, he was 6 like me, maybe older...

"And neither of you did or said anything?!" I spat back at him. He turned to glare at me, "Yeah, so we would end up just like him?!"

I stood up and slapped him across the face. Everyone went silent. Everyone left.

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"Oh, mommy!!!" I yelled into the empty house, " I guess she isn't home..." I muttered.