Bloodlines

Dean

They released me from the hospital yesterday. I have stitches literally everywhere. Whatever isn't stitched is wrapped in gauze. I refused every visitor except Sara. She probably relayed the story hundreds of times. And I'm still at a loss of words with what happened.

"What happened, Dean?" Nash asks. Oliver, Wyatt, and Jessica stare back at me from their offices.

I told Sara to sit this meeting out. She's an alpha now. She listened but I feel she would've sat it out anyway. We're still deciding if we should merge the two packs and who should be the alpha of that pack.

I tap my pen on the table. I clear my throat. "When Alexia was alpha," I say, holding in my smile, "she ordered her East Wolves to harm Anna till the point of death—to kill me."

Oliver's eyes dart to another portion of the screen. Which alpha is he looking at? "It doesn't make sense," Oliver says. "With your death, Sara would take over and Alexia would have the same problem again."

I shrug. "I'm trying to wrap my head around it too. But I didn't die and Sara killed Alexia with the help of her mate, Tristan." I still have bruises on my neck and a few puncture wounds that I didn't want covered up. I don't like the alphas seeing me in a weakened state, and I definitely don't like my pack see me like that either. Keeping it uncovered is my best shot.

"Tell us why Sara was there to begin with. You went alone," Nash says. I don't look at her as I reply. I still haven't forgiven her for her words last time we spoke.

"Sara was at Tristan's. They were waiting to leave for the party here, when I arrived. I didn't know she was mated to an East Wolf until she took out Alexia."

"So let me get this straight," Jessica says. "Sara is mated to an East Wolf, and you're mated to a mutt." I clench my teeth. "The Blackwood's were always a disgrace."

"Jessica," Oliver says. "That's irrelevant. Dean, you have to understand why we're concerned. You have nearly double what you used to."

"So what, you're saying I can take over the West Coast Packs with double the wolves. And it's two separate packs. Two Blackwood's just happen to be alphas of them." I sit forward. "Alexia was a problem that Sara dealt with. Alexia became alpha on her own and terrorized the Blackwood's ever since. She was the cause for my parent's deaths. You were all an alpha of your own state, now I am. Stop trying to twist things around just because there are three alphas that are younger than you."

Oliver narrows his eyes. "You mean four."

"What?"

"Anna's an alpha, is she not?"

I bite my cheek. "We haven't consummated it. So she's not an alpha, yet."

Jessica perks up. "Can we talk about this then? A mutt as—"

"Stop calling her a fucking mutt." I slam my fist on the table, wincing. "She's my mate. That word isn't to be used anymore. She's a wolf and that doesn't define if she can shift or not." 

"Where is Sara now?" Oliver asks.

"She and Tristan are with their pack, going through the motions, I presume." Truth be told, she's packing up her belongings with Tristan right now. An alpha has to be with their pack for a majority of the time. Although Tristan was the one to kill her, alphas are strongest with their mates. I look at the door as Bennett walks through. I hold up a finger for him. "We're done here."

"Not until we talk to Sara."

"What more must you know? She's alpha. Get over it. Accept it. We are no threat to the West Coast Packs. And last I checked, the West Coast is the Blackwood's territory." Oliver levels me with a look. "We're done here." I disconnect the call.