Possessive Mr. Alpha

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Okay! So, there had been a huge… mistake of Tristan’s name. I was kind of reading ‘The Prankster for Beauty Queen’ and I was like… OMG! But then, I forgot the name of my own character with a lot of thinking. I kind of get it all mixed up with ‘ILoveYou2DaMax’s’ story! So, pardon me.

And like… 1274 reads in 2 days! Thank you, so so much!

So, as I said, I’ll try and upload as soon as possible. I’ll stop blabbering now, go on now and READ!

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Is she my mate? I wanted so much to find out the answer that it almost felt painful. I kept scratching my head and grunting with annoyance while I can see my brother’s brows creasing over his forehead while looking at me with his big, brown eyes and a quizzical look plastered across his face.

“You think so?” he finally asked, breaking the eerie silence inside the room.

“I—I have no idea” I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air and feeling the throb of my agonizingly painful wrist. I grunted with pain and placed my wrist back down beside me as gently as possible.

“You should probably consult momma” he told me, crossing his small arms over his chest. “She knows more about mates than I do…” he suggested, tapping his chin like he was deep in thought. “Or maybe you can consult your wolf. He probably knows it”

“You know… I can’t. I can feel him sleeping. I think he’s trying to recover, he received more injuries than I did” I answered, with another huff of annoyance. I looked at the dextrose punctured by the back of my hand, I groaned again, feeling the urge to rip it off.

“But that’s not possible!” he exclaimed, suddenly standing up straight with his hands thrown into the air. His eyes were wide as saucers, mouth handing open, and he was staring at me as if I had three heads.

“I think it’s too late for that reaction” I told him with a bored look on my face, “It already is happening now, so I guess it is possible” I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. Though my brother is only nine years of age, he acted like an adult who seemed to know things better than me.

“Whatever” he flicked his wrist at me and I instantly remained silent.

I sighed, suddenly feeling a small urge to bring Savannah back into the room. I wanted to see the blush that crept into her cheeks, the small, delicate smile that curled into her lips, her curly reddish-brown hair that bounced off her shoulder smoothly, and her mesmerizing sea-like eyes.

I was instantly cut off from my line of thinking when my mother barged into the door and came walking back with a box of dunkin’ doughnuts. The delicious, enthralling smell waft into my nose and I instantly felt my stomach growl. On her left hand, she held two cups of steamy coffee and placed it down on the coffee table beside me.

She laughed when she heard my stomach complain, placing down the box of the delicious doughnuts on the coffee table. “Hungry, I suppose” she chortled, opening the box to reveal different kinds of doughnuts that the dunkin’ had to offer. She plucked out a tissue from the plastic, scooped out the delicious manager’s special and walked over to me, placing it in front of my lips. I took no chances and took a large bite.

“Cwan I wask wyou swomethwing?” I asked, through muffled voice while chewing the big piece of doughnut on my mouth.

“What did you say, dear?” she asked, as my eyes caught Daniel scooping out his own chosen doughnut, which is the one with the big smiley face. My mother scooped up the coffee from the nightstand and placed the corner of it between my lips, inclining it to the side so that I could drink. I instantly took a big gulp, sighing as the food of my mouth was washed down my throat.

“I’m not disable you know” I told her, rolling my eyes while trying to pull my injured wrist up, but the pain stopped me. I could use the other, but I’m not quite used on using it. “Well… maybe for a while”

“Daniel, go sleep on the couch. It’s already four in the morning. Get some sleep, dear” She told Daniel, while he just groaned and jumped on the leather sofa. My mother walked over to him, planting a small kiss on his forehead before lifting up. She walked back beside the hospital bed where I was lying in and placed the coffee down on the wooden nightstand with a small, lit up lamp. “What were you saying a while ago?” my mother sighed.