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The Wolf That Terrified Me - Part 6

Just a note - This is a short story. A small idea I've had sitting on my computer for a bit that is finally being uploaded. Also if the flow is weird, I apologize I haven't had the motivation to change it at all.
I moved in a few weeks before the fall semester began. For the rest of the spring semester and into the summer, I went to the house at least once a week to see and be near Jack. We didn’t talk but Mark said that just being near him really helped his wolf. Now that I was moving in, I won’t have to make the weekly trip seeing as I’ll be here all the time. I saw Jack every day but we were never alone together which is probably the only way I would be able to be near him. The only exception I made was that night he had gone ballistic. He was still just as terrifying as ever. Sometimes I would see him out sparring with the young wolves. He was beautiful but terrifying in his technique. Was strong and agile and really fast. His body was sculpted like a god. Crap. I needed to stop thinking about him. And of course, as of late I’ve been feeling that pull to him that Mark had told me happens between mates. It would happen when we would catch each other's eyes from across a room or those times I would accidentally bump into him. To say there was nothing between us would be a lie. The weeks went on like this.

One weekend I was home when everyone had gone out for pack business. I wasn’t part of the pack so I decided to stay behind even when they said it would be okay if I tagged along. I chose to stay. I was home alone. Everyone including the alpha was gone. He had gone away for something else but I didn’t know when he would return.

It was like fate that there would be a thunderstorm when I was home alone. I was terrified not of the storm but of the horrific nightmares, I would get. They were bloody, gory, body ripping, nightmares that could be the creation of a psychotic madman and yet I had them. That night I had gone to sleep to a calm rain but in the night, the storm progressed and turned more violent.

I woke up covered in sweat. I could feel the tears threatening to fall over. And just my luck, no one was home. I felt so alone. The tears now fell as I remembered the nightmare. I got up out of bed and made my way out of my room. The hallway was dark as expected I didn’t think I would see light coming from under one of the doors. It was that alpha's room.

You need him. Go.
I did need him but what if his light was just left on and he wasn’t really there. I walked to his door and grabbed the doorknob. I was hesitant to open it.
When I finally got the courage, I turned the knob slowly and the door with just the same speed. I opened the door enough to look inside. The Alpha was sitting in bed wearing pajamas reading a book. He was probably concentrating really hard on the book because he didn’t hear me come in.

I let go of the knob and that made some noise. His attention was now on me and he looked at me with a worried expression.

"Katherine, what’s wrong?" I don’t know how to ask him to help me. I don’t like asking for help. I liked doing things on my own. But this. I couldn’t help myself.
Just then I could see lightning flash through the window, thunder crash, and then the lights went out.

I ran as fast as I could to him. He caught me in his arms and I held on to him as tight as I could. The tears resumed falling and they were wetting his shirt. His arms tightened around me and I felt safe. I relaxed into his hold.

"Are you afraid of the thunder?"
I shook my head into his shirt.
"Then what?" Curiosity in his voice.
"The nightmares."
"Thunderstorms give you nightmares?"
I nodded yes again into his shirt.
His hand rubbed circles on my back and wasn’t going to lie and say that it didn’t feel good.
After some time he spoke.

"I want to apologize," he stopped but then continued, "for the way I acted that night in my office. When I found out you were my mate, I became extremely possessive. Alphas are the most possessive and protective when it comes to our mates. It made me angry to see you trying to get away from me and hide behind Mark." I listened to every word. "Then when you tried to run away, my natural instinct is to chase so I stopped you from leaving. I’m really sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me."

I didn’t say anything because I was so overwhelmed with the kindness he was showing me. It was completely mind-boggling how a person can be so terrifying but extremely sweet. Thunder clapped again and buried my face into his chest. His arms pulled me more to him. I fell asleep in his arms. There were no more nightmares that night.
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Published: 6/29/2017
Bouquets and Brickbats
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