My Alpha

The Tattoo

ugh...I hate Mondays.

And today was no different either. I was caught up in work when I heard someone calling me. I looked up slightly agitated to see a smiling Alex.

"Hey Alex, how are you  doing?", I asked.

"I'm fine, But why haven't you gone for lunch?"

Oh great ...I forgot lunch break exists.

"I'll just wrap this up and go", I said.

"Do you wanna grab lunch together?"

my mind went overdive. Is he asking me out. stay chill, He's just friendly.

"Sure. I would love to", I smiled.

"Hey, that's a really nice tattoo", he said pointing to the tattoo on my right hand.

"Thanks. I'm not really a fan of tattoo, But this has been with me for so long."

Alex POV:

"One sec I'll be back", I excused myself from her.

She is alive. My Liz is alive. I can't think anything more than that. I must be imagining. They killed her right in front of me.

Unless she is Liz, how else would she have got the tattoo?

Wait. Why the hell am I referring it to as Tattoo. It was my mark, on her hand. I imprinted it when we were young.

Does she know what happened to her?

Does she remember anything about us?

Does she even know who she is?

A/N: Sorry if I'm being extremly cringey. I can't help it.<3