The Alpha Calls Me Kitten

Chapter Thirty-Five: Nicknames Grow on People

I've had better days than lately. Waking up seems to take a lot longer, going to sleep is a major struggle, and the days just drag on.

Besides that, Greyson was in a coma for nearly two weeks. Thankfully, his father took over. Strangely, id never actually met his father until now. You can certainly tell that Riley and Greyson both take after their father. His name is Zander and acts exactly like Greyson. It is kind of creepy to say the least.

I hadn't actually been able to speak with Greyson. In the hours that he'd been awake since his coma, I'd been tucked away in a lab while doctors poked and prodded me with needles, werewolf doctors that is.

They had been on a wild hunt for answers as to how I had managed to come back from, well, the dead. You would never know that I'd had a gash in my throat less than a month ago except for the scar that marks my throat now.

I was just glad that after weeks of being experimented on, the imbeciles had finally come up with a reason.

Now, I was just sitting in a hospital chair next to Greyson as he slept.

I wanted to laugh out loud at the situation. Usually, I'd be the one laying in the bed practically dying.

I felt kind of awful saying that, though. Watching him sleep so peacefully covered in burn marks from the silver chains that won't heal completely for another week or so saddened me immensely. I couldn't help but wonder if this was exactly how he acted seeing me on these beds.

My thoughts were interrupted as Greyson's eyelids slowly opened. Once his eyes landed on me, his whole body jerked forward.

"Alex," he sputtered as he grabbed me and crushed me into him. For a very tired person, he sure as hell was awake now.

"Hey," I said quietly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn't help but smile when I felt something I haven't felt in forever. Sparks.

I think Greyson noticed it as well as he pulled back and looked at me in confusion.

"What the hell?" He said as he grabbed my hand and ran his hand down my arm feeling the tingles.

"She's back." I said. Immediately, his eyes connected with mine. It wasn't even a second later before his lips crashed into mine. It was a really needed kiss.

His hand cupped the side of my neck as his palm touched the mark making even more sparks. Then, his thumb ran over the scar on my throat which happens to be more puffy than I'd like.

He pulled back quickly and his eyes  immediately landed on it.

"He killed you. I watched him," he said as he shook his head. "You're suppose to be dead," his head continued shaking side to side as if trying to convince himself I weren't actually here.

"I came back," I prayed he didn't think I was crazy or even worse; that he was crazy. "We really were connected."

"But your throat was slit!" He panicked. "Oh my god. I'm seeing things." He mumbled.

"No," I chuckled. "I did die, but I came back, too. It's kind of complicated to explain, but when I died, we both hit such a great hight of emotions that it actually brought my wolf back. She healed me." I said. Even to me it sounded crazy.

"How the hell do you have emotions when you're dead?" His eyebrows furrowed together.

"Trust me. Even when I'm dead, there's a lot of emotions filled with in me. One being anger." I muttered the last part to myself. I looked away from Greyson thinking about the flashbacks I had.

Those were awful points in my life. Those were my all time lows. Those were the times I truly weren't myself. I was completely rogue. Well, more or less.