The Alphas prize novel Chapter 10

I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling as I got dressed, it felt like I wasn’t alone, but there was no one in the bathroom with me. So I cautiously entered the bedroom and looked around the room, noticing that I was still alone. I felt relieved but also a little crazy. Am I starting to lose it?

I walked over to the balcony doors, but they were locked, which ruined my plan of going outside and looking at the stars. So instead, I stared out the windows but couldn’t really see anything. I needed to get some sleep anyway, so I climbed into the bed and shut off the lights. I closed my eyes and tried to turn off my mind, but that was pointless, as the silence was daunting and caused my brain to race even more.

I tossed and turned, trying my hardest to get to sleep. After some time, I finally got comfortable and started to feel very sleepy. But, just as I was about to doze off, I heard footsteps and voices outside the bedroom door.

Being the nosy bitch I am, I quietly got out of bed and walked over to the door. As I got closer, I could hear the voices more clearly now; the one was Cain, and the other was a woman’s, it sounded familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint it.

“I want her fucking gone, Cain.” The female angrily demanded.

“I don’t care what you want! You and I are no longer together and don’t forget Eve, I am your alpha, and I do not take orders from you.” He snarled in response.

So, he is talking with that bitch, Eve. Guess she wants me gone; just as much as I want to be gone from this place, at least we have one thing in common.

“How can you say that to me? After everything, we’ve been through together. I thought you loved me, Cain, and I am not trying to give you an order; I am simply trying to warn you. That bitch will only bring doom to this pack.” She tried to reason with him.

He groaned loudly. “Enough, Eve, I will not hear of this again. You and I are over; accept it!”

A quiet sob escaped her. “What if I don’t want to? I love you, Cain and I can’t just simply move on from that.” Her voice cracked a bit with her words.

“Listen, Eve; I loved you too at one point; I won’t lie about that. But when I met her, my mate, my feelings for you vanished. I have no control over that. You will always mean something to me, and I will always cherish our memories, but nothing more.” He was being sincere with her now but also firm as he tried to get his point across.

Suddenly, it went deadly silent. Then I heard faint sobbing and the sound of feet stomping. Guess she got the hint finally, and I chuckled internally. I also felt bad for her; what if it were the shoe on the other foot. I wouldn’t give up on someone I loved either.

I quickly leaped back into the bed, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping. The lock on the door clicked, and in entered, Captain Asshole. Once again, I pretended to be asleep. I could hear him shuffling around the room, and a moment later, he climbed into the bed but wasn’t as subtle about it this time; he just flopped onto the mattress. Cain seemed exhausted, and I got this overwhelming feeling of stress. I suddenly felt the need to comfort him and make his troubles disappear. I began to think of everything today, our argument, our heated exchange and I started to feel guilty, gross! But regardless of how I felt, I wanted to try and make things right, to ease his stress, even if it was just a little bit.

I rolled over onto my other side to face him and swallowed my pride. “I’m sorry for today.”

Cain sighed. “It’s fine.” He coldly replied.

“Ok. Well, goodnight Cain.” I guess I expected his response to be a little different, but I understood that he was irritated with me right now.

I rolled back over, facing away from him again; I didn’t know what else to say or do. This kind of thing was new territory for me, and I wasn’t the greatest person with feelings or expressing them.

“Goodnight, Freja.” He said with kindness.

At times he seemed like a gentle and kind man; other times, Cain seemed like an absolute monster; it was like a broken switch with him. But I guess I’ve also been the same way, but I have every right to be, don’t I?

As I lay there failing miserably to go to sleep, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I slightly looked over my shoulder and noticed Cain pull his hand back; what was he doing? I closed my eyes and finally felt sleep's heavy hand fall upon me, but just as I was dozing off, I could’ve sworn I heard Cain say he was sorry?

Cain’s POV:

I lay there, staring at her, thinking about today’s events. Things with Freja have been so damn complicated. I know who I am; I know my past and what I’ve done to her. I can’t change any of it, and I wouldn’t, but I want to build a future with her.

At this moment, I wanted to hold her and finish what we had started. I wanted to fuck her into the mattress, claiming her and her body, till she screamed my name breathlessly. I wanted to give her an orgasm she would never forget; I wanted to mark her and make her mine.

I reached my hand out towards her, wanting to touch her, but quickly pulled it back as Freja stilled and looked over her shoulder at me. I didn’t need her thinking I was an even bigger creep.

I began thinking about that vile bloodsucker with who Freja had encountered. What the fuck did he want with her? And how did he get onto my territory so easily? He must be working with someone in my pack, but who? I need to be more careful and keep a closer eye on Freja; I can’t lose her; it would tear me apart if I did. I looked at her again and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

My head began to hurt from everything, and sleep was not in my future, Fuck I needed a drink. Realizing Freja was asleep, I quietly got out of bed and decided to go to my office for a drink. I left the bedroom door open just a little, so I wouldn’t wake her by closing the door. I needed to clear my head, and a good stiff drink would surely do the trick.

Freja POV:

I was running, dodging obstacles in my way; blood and sweat poured down my face. It’s the same dream again, and I can only focus on escaping, but why? And from who? I continued to run, but my legs were becoming weak, and I couldn’t feel or hear my wolf; it was like she was gone! But how? This meant I couldn’t shift and give myself an advantage; I was trapped in my human form, in my weak form.

I kept running as fast as my legs would take me, my lungs were burning, and the air was depleting from me. Finally, I stopped, needing to catch my breath. I looked around me and saw no one and heard nothing. Thinking I was safe for a few moments, I inspected my body, looking for cuts, bruises or anything. I had some bruising throughout my whole body, some cuts and scrapes here and there. But as my hands roamed my body, I felt two puncture marks on the lower part of my neck. It was hard to determine as I couldn’t see, but they felt like bite marks. Fuck! What the hell is going on. I stopped my inspection as I heard a branch snap to my right, then my left, I could hear shuffling within the trees, but I couldn’t see anything.

“Who’s out there?” I shouted into the forest.

No response, but whoever was there was getting closer to me.

“I’m warning you! You are picking a fight with the wrong person.” My heart was thumping in my chest now.

Still no response. However, I saw those red, beady eyes lingering within the trees again as I stood there.

“Who the fuck are you? And what do you want from me?”

The figure came out from the shadows. “Who I am, is not important. But who you are, is what’s important, and I want…to taste you.” He grinned wickedly.

Suddenly, the man leapt forward and once again, the last thing I saw was sharp teeth bearing down on me.

I woke in a panic again, unable to catch my breath, my chest heaving, my heart racing, and soaked in sweat. Why do I keep having this same nightmare? What does it mean? I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face, hoping it would help to calm me down.

After finishing, I returned to the bedroom, only to notice that the bed was empty. Where is Cain? I looked around the room and checked the closet, but he was nowhere to be found. That’s when I noticed the bedroom door was slightly open, I walked towards it and looked out, but no one was around.

I walked out into the hall, wanting to find Cain. But, after that nightmare, I didn’t want to be alone. I looked towards both ends of the hall; both were dark and quiet. However, I could see a dim flicker of light coming from under one of the doors at the end of the hallway on my right. So I started to walk down the hall and towards the light. This place was a bit creepy at night, very dark and way too fucking quiet.

As I neared the door, I got a sense of familiarity, then realized it was Cain’s office. So I pushed the door open and peered inside. Cain was sitting in a chair next to the fireplace, and he held a small glass with a brown liquid in one hand.

Cain didn’t move or even look my way. “What do you want?” He asked in a semi-slurred voice.

So, he heard my noisy ass, so much for sleuthing, and he has been drinking.

I bit the inside of my lip. “Sorry to bother you. I woke up, and you weren’t there; I just wanted to see where you were.” I lied, not wanting him to know that I was currently being a big baby.

He wrinkled his nose. “What do you care where I am?” He spat.

Ok, he is drunk and in a pissy mood. Maybe I should just leave before either one of us loses our temper and shit only gets worse.

“I don’t care.” I huffed and crossed my arms.

“Then why are you here, Freja?” Cain still wasn’t looking at me, just staring into his glass.

I threw my hands in the air. “Never mind, forget it. I’m going back to bed.” I really didn’t want to get into another argument with him; I didn’t have the strength for it.

He grunted and stood from his chair. “Wait, I’m sorry. Come join me, please?” Cain was finally looking at me now, and his expression was almost pleading.

I contemplated his offer; as much as I didn’t want to, I also could use a drink to settle my nerves.

I pursed my lips. “Fine, only if I can have a drink.” I bargained with him.

He pointed towards the wet bar. “Help yourself.” Cain then flopped, lazily back in his chair. What is wrong with him?

I walked over to the bar, poured myself a whiskey glass, then walked over and sat in the chair opposite Cain.