Alpha Ren ✔️

Epilogue

~Brielle

Something doesn't feel right.

That's been a thought on my mind for the past few weeks. In one instance, it seemed like everything should be righted in the world. Fate helped me, kept his word and I kept mine. Chase wasn't exactly happy, but knew he wouldn't have been awake to deal with Ren in time, so he let it slide after a few days of moping.

Really, he's using it as an excuse for his mourning of his mother. I could hardly believe he didn't confide in me with any other this, but I didn't berate him after going through what he did. Of course, he explained that she was sick, and wanted to sacrifice herself. He agreed only on the grounds that she didn't have long left, but it took him months of consideration, and didn't want me to convince him out of it.

So here we are, lying in the sun on the seating outside, me leaning against his chest, him playing with my hair.

It's been like this everyday for awhile now.

But like I said, something doesn't feel right.

I'm not sure what it is. No one questioned the absence of Ren. No one knew any different, although the slew of bad behaviour and strange disappearances vanished. Things have been working quite well since, but that doesn't mean I haven't felt a strange void within my stomach. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that Ren is gone. All is fixed.

"Overthinking again?" Chase breathes, running the tips of his fingers through my hair rhythmically. It's calms me, but doesn't subdue me into losing my train of thought.

"I really don't think this is overthinking, Chase. I have a bad feeling," I tell him.

"And I believe you."

Maybe he believes me, but he doesn't want to consider an option as to why I might be feeling this way. I don't blame him. None of us want to believe Fate double crossed us and never actually killed Ren. I'm not sure why he would have any reason to do so, but that doesn't stop my thoughts from wandering so often.

"All I know, is that I'm here with you, and it's just you," I say, loosening a sigh. It's been hard for me to concentrate on what is important, but this I know is the most.

Chase sits up, and I join him, but still leaning against his body. "Exactly. Know that things are good now, and we deserve that. You don't know how long I've been waiting to just accept that you're fully mine, without having to worry about the danger that you could come to. No more lying, and no more pretending. I think we should just concentrate on that."

I smile, despite myself. "You're right. I love you."

"I love you too," he replies.

And I believe him. Just like I have to believe everything is right in the world. Because it can't be any other way.

~Ren

"Do you know what you are?" He questions.

I glare at him, the blue haired freak who has locked me up in a cell, in a completely different body. I might feel strong, powerful, but that doesn't make me grateful for having my mind switched around. I just can't believe Chase and Brielle were successful. Bastards. Why am I locked in here when I should be out there, looking for the revenge I deserve.

"I know you're not going to let me go," I growl, leaning back against the wall. I've gotten sick of the cold concrete and uncleanliness of this cell. Fate doesn't care. He has another agenda.

I'll kill him too.

"When I tell you what you are, you're not going to want to go," Fate tells me, leaning up against the bars of the cell tauntingly. I'm not sure why he is tormenting me, or what he even wants to do with me, and I honestly don't care. All I want is to get out of here, where more important issues can be dealt with. "I can help you through this, through your transition. But you're going to have to do something in my favour."

"I'm not making a deal with an immortal," I tell him. I'll break out of here myself. Maybe he shouldn't have given me such a fit, strong body. He will suffer from it.

Why am I so angry?

"Some would argue that's the only way to get through life," Fate says, the smile on his face making me sick. He's enjoying this, seeing me sitting here, powerless. I know how immortals feel about Alphas. Am I even an Alpha anymore, or did Chase steal that from me too. "Now, would you like me to tell you what you are in exchange for your complete compliance."

I force out a laugh of disbelief. "I know what I am."

"Trust me. You don't know anything," Fate breathes, that grin never faltering.

Gritting my teeth, I consider my options. This is an immortal, who plays with his food until he gets what he wants. If I take away all the fun from it, then surely I would have one. Plus, I'm not going to lie and say I'm not curious about what he has to say about me.

"Fine."

"You're a demon Ren," he says, as if I've just been exposed to the most amazing news. And maybe I have..."And you're going to help me with something."