Yes, My Alpha: Lemon Yellow

Chapter1: Wild (Part 2)

"Logan, have you ever heard of ferals before?" Her grandfather asked, Logan took a moment to think about it. Ferals were something she learned about in college. It was some sort of religious sect that believed living more naturally and closer to instincts was holy. So like a hundred years ago a ton of them started living out in the wild. "Yeah, I guess. They're a bunch of crazy people who live out in the wild." Logan said casually before pausing, "I... Is he a feral?" Logan asked after a moment.

"I believe so." Her grandfather responded, "There are four groups of them that move around the valley." Her grandfather explained, "Your grandmother is actually a member of one of the groups." He added after a moment, Logan nearly dropped the walkie hearing that. "What?!" She exclaimed. "So her visiting her family—?!" "Is her visiting with her tribe."

Logan was silent before she then spoke up, "Gramps... Did you go camping and your heat hit?" She asked, her grandfather was an omega so it only stood to reason that's what happened. "Yes." Her grandfather spoke up. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" Logan asked, "I thought it would be fine because you're an alpha! I didn't know there'd be an omega running around in heat looking for an alpha! They usually stay in the camps and villages when they're in heat!" Her grandfather exclaimed exasperated. "It's usually the alphas that go looking..." he grumbled sounding embarrassed.

Logan sighed and leaned back on the rock, "Well, he's gone now so..." She trailed off feeling a little sad, "He probably went back to camp." She said after a moment. Her grandfather let out a thoughtful noise. "Probably." He said, "Where are you by the way?" He asked after a moment. "Uhh about due west from the cabin, I'm up at the top of a hill. You should probably be able to see me." Logan said standing up and waving.

She saw a small figure of her grandfather walk out onto the porch. He turned around and spotted her and waved back. "I would say stay there and I'll come to get you. But, it's probably best you start heading back Logan." Her grandfather spoke, "If he's left then that probably means he's rejected you." He explained, "How do you know that?" Logan asked, her grandfather groaned.

"Your grandmother followed me around constantly after... That..." He grumbled, "when we were able to talk she explained to me it's tradition to stay with your new mate for at least three days." He added after a moment, "How long has it been since you've marked him?" He questioned.

"About a day," Logan responded feeling increasingly upset. She sighed, well it was probably for the best. It'll take a while for the mark to heal though... "Yeah, that's probably what happened." Her grandfather sighed, "I'm so sorry." He apologized. Being rejected after marking was never a good thing. It was likely that Logan was going to get sick soon from the rejection.

Logan's lip twitched, "It is what it is." She said with a shrug. "I'll go gather my things and start making my way back." She told him. "Alright." Her grandfather responded. Logan shut off the walkie to save batteries and went back inside to grab her things.

It sucked... But it was for the best. She sniffled a bit trying to keep her emotions in check as she packed her things. Her instincts were telling her to stay with her mate. But she ignored them. No sense staying where she wasn't wanted. She had already made that mistake once. Adjusting the bag on her back she then started out of the cave and down the hill. It was about afternoon so she could probably get a good start on the trek back home.

She was halfway down the hill when she heard a wail. Looking behind her she heard faint crying and a chirping sound. "Prrrupt!" It repeated as if calling out. Unable to stop herself she climbed back up the hill to find the omega in tears looking around. "PRRUPT!" He called louder, he looked hysterical. He fell to his knees sobbing still wearing the shirt she had given him earlier.