I Am The Alpha (Part 1/2)

I am the Alpha - Part 60

I look up expectantly as they draw closer and watch angrily as they look me up and down several times lustfully, I’m in a dirty hoody and jeans for god’s sake! “Hey Erin, I’m Marcus.” the one with teal eyes tells me with a broad smirk on his face.

I don’t reply and the second guy steps forward, “more importantly, I’m Asher.” Do they really think I care? They help blackmail and kidnap me and they expect me to just be happily introducing myself to them. I ignore them turning pointedly away. I really don’t give a fuck if it seems childish there is no way in hell I am talking to them. “Come on Erin you going to leave us hanging?” Asher asks from behind me. Hmmm.... let me think about that..... Yep. Assholes.

“You lot really are thick if you think she’s just going to talk to you like everything’s peachy after you royally fucked her over,” a new voice calls from behind me and I curiously turn around to see the three guys from Keith’s pack standing behind the two Assholes.

“What the fuck does it have to do with you Aaron?” Asher growls; looking at the guy with dark brown hair and warm brown eyes angrily.

“Well I know if I was her,” he nods to me, “I wouldn’t want to talk to you assholes either” Precisely; one point for Aaron.

“How the fuck would you know? Have you asked her?” Asher growls again. I notice that Marcus is staying out of it... weird.

“Have you?” Another one of Keith’s guys ask. I look up at him taking in his deep chocolate skin and matching eyes which are topped with choppy black hair. Asher and Marcus stay silent but stand their ground. My boys would never do that. My boys.... shit. Another pulse of agony hits me like a brick wall and I cringe in on myself trying to get rid of this vulnerability by making myself as small as possible.

Someone grabs my shoulder lightly and I spring to my feet, letting out a ferocious growl. The growl continues to rumble from my lips as i take in the four guys who look as if they’ve just jumped around in shock and the third guy from Keith’s Pack looking startled and concerned slightly closer to me. Was he the one who touched me?

“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispers softly holding his hands up in surrender, his warm hazel eyes glinting with worry but he also seems strangely calm. My growls soften slightly but I don’t move from my stance. “Come on, I’m sure you’d rather come sit with us instead of with these morons who brought you here.” His voice is calm and soft and i stop growling before looking over at Asher and Marcus and starting once again.

I look up at the guy again and nod once in agreement, he smiles broadly, reaching out a hand which I cautiously take flinching slightly at the contact. He leads me past a gaping Asher and disbelieving Marcus slowly and walks me over to where they were sitting before, I am vaguely aware of the other two following us as well. I sink to the ground with my back once again against one of the massive logs, soaking up its warmth and then feel the guy sink down beside me, close enough that I can feel his warmth but not physically touching him. The other two sink down on my other side, even further away.

I sigh, relaxing slightly as the guy’s calm emotions flood over me, making me feel slightly less vulnerable. I burry my head in my hands and a flutter of teardrops fall into them, slowly trailing down my wrists. The same word that has been haunting my head for the last day pushes itself into my mind again; why? Why in the world did this happen? What cruel person allowed this to happen? Gone, never again; I’ll never see them ever again. I start shaking as my silent tears now flood from my eyes, drenching my hands and making plunking noises as they hit the soft earth beneath me. Why? Why? Why?

They hate me, every last one of them and now I’m alone. Part of me died when I severed the links, another part of me died when I walked away...how many more parts do I have left? Do I even have any full parts left or am I just shattered? I feel shattered. Weak. I am so weak that it hurts. My silent tears turn into sobs and more and more sinks in about my situation. I am distantly aware of someone making soft noises, trying to comfort me but it doesn’t compute.