The Alpha and the Mistake novel Chapter 31

It took me a couple of days before I was discharged completely from the medical ward. I couldn't be happier to get up on my feet and be able to move about. Of course, that was before people started smothering me. My mom, Harry, Alpha Brent, Ryder's mom, Ryder and the gang, and even people I've never even met before. It was nice at first but after a week of gushing, praises, gifts, and all that I'd had enough.

So I kind of took to hiding when I could again. One thing anyone refused to talk about was Mike. No one wanted to talk about where he was or what was going to happen to him. Not even Alpha Brent when I asked him. It was downright frustrating. As time went on and people's expressions were getting more serious every time I asked. I had a feeling whatever answer they'd give me I wasn't going to like.

Somewhere between then and now, I decided to take matters into my own hands. It took a while to finally find out where Mike was. I crept as silently as I could, pausing ever so often and listening for sounds of people. These super senses were awesome. They were keeping Mike in a holding cell their version of jail. With the war over and only Mike to watch, it wasn't difficult to convince the few guards there were that I deserved to see Mike. If only for revenge sake.

His cell was underground. Those were reserved for the really dangerous or the really disliked. Despite everything, I didn't see Mike as super dangerous. He was sitting on the cement floor with his knees up to his chest and his arms resting on his knees. His head bowed, but he lifted it as soon as he heard me. "Missy? Still alive and kicking."

"It's Brook now, Mike. I'm not going to be Missy ever again," I told him walking up to his cell.

"What are you here for, Brook? Want to gloat how now I am the unwanted mistake, now my family is all dead?"

"Beth is alive," I replied.

"Beth is a traitor who sold out her family for a better one," he said, his tone sharp with anger.

"Can you blame her for wanting to be happy and un-abused?"

Mike scowled and looked away from me.

"Mike I'm sorry you lost your parents. I know you loved your mom," I told him, and he still wouldn't look at me. I took a step towards his cell and grabbed the bars. I jumped back a second later with a yell. I looked at my hands in confusion while Mike laughed as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. Oh right, I'd forgotten about the silver thing. I was going to have to throw out like half my jewelry now. I scowled at Mike. "Oh shut up! I came here to help you, you big dumb idiot."

"You? Help me?" He repeated with disbelief. "Why would you do that when you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, Mike," I told him. "You, in the end, were doing what your dad told you to do because if you didn't you or, worse yet, your mother, would pay for it. I hate Anne. She pretended to be my friend and everything for no one but herself and her stupid ideas of being popular. I hate her, and she better hope to stay far away from me," I said with a growl. I tossed a large orange letter-sized envelope, rolled shut at the top, at him.

He flinched then looked confused. "What's this?"

I leaned against the wall near the bars but making sure not to touch them this time. "Your fresh start. It's not a whole lot, fifty thousand, but it'll be enough to start over. Harry gave it to me to escape, but I don't want to go to California anymore."

"You expect me to believe you're going to give me a bunch of money and what let me walk out of here?"

"Believe it or not, but yes that's what I'm doing."