Chapter 28

The Alpha's chest squeezed slightly seeing how Cyrus was slouching and mouth ajar waiting to be feed, it doesn't help that Al is standing in front of his mate looking down.

Al's horny fantasies tickling his mind.

His cheeks stained themselves a rosy color.

Stay calm, why does he have to look so cute AND submissive like he's ready to give me a blowj---No no no! stupid brain, you're calm! Be good to Cyrus, you wanna win him over. You are fucking calm! and will get this right!

"Right! I need a fORK, I'll be right back!"

What the fuck was that!? my voice broke!?

Al slams his lips shut, Cyrus tilted his head and raised an eyebrow hearing how high pitched the blonde boy sounded just now.

Al aggressively nodded to himself and then made a not so suave exit towards the mini dining area inside thier room. Cyrus heard a loud rummaging noise out of sight in the background, he could only imagine what the actual hell Al was doing in the kitchen.

"Whraw!" A cat hisses at The Alpha.

Cyrus stood up and slowly tiptoes to check on him. What the...He's only getting a fork right? Does Al need my help or something?

The scene in front of Cyrus bewildered him Al was holding a chair up in the air, anger etched onto his face and muscles showing in tension. All the while the blonde boy was perched on the kitchen counter glowering.

(THE FLOOR IS LAVAAA! *melts* it burns!)

I hate cats! I should fire someone for letting this, this, this---vermin inside my dormitory!

Al took a dish sponge throwing it at the cat.

(ironic enough, since Al happens to be Leo)

"Fucking pest! get lost!" He barks.

Cyrus blinks, glancing at the small kitten in the corner. It's just a cat, it's might have gotten inside while we were in class. Al just leaves the balcony doors open wide 24/7 too.

His dark deleting eyes examine the cat, it aches Cyrus's tormented heart to see animals like that; afraid of everything around them.

It painfully reminds Cyrus of himself.

With a deep breath and a determined goal,

he approached Al attempting to ease the situation and focus on him to put down the chair. Al is too distort in glaring knives into the kitten's direction that Cyrus had to be assertive, grabbing his chin to make Al look at him instead. "Drop the chair, it's harmless."

Al's shoulders flinched at the sensation.

The Alpha declared. "It's not alright, I want it gone, far away from here, it's disgusting!"

Cyrus told himself. For a scary, tough guy and a cocky jerk...you're afraid of a kitten?

The raven haired boy should be laughing but Cyrus being Cyrus, didn't make fun of Al. Instead he chose to be emphatic and kind.

Cyrus remembered; the golden dog fur. At least Al's pet dog doesn't seem to be here, if that hound saw this kitten they would fight.

Cyrus silently walks away, then squatting in front of the kitten he puts his hand out waiting patient and hopeful. Eventually he got the cat to lick his fingers and even purr, Cyrus gently picking up the kitten using his right hand, he glides across the dorm opens the balcony door and let the cat roam free.

Al who watched everything never took his eyes off Cyrus, he was cold and deadpan as usual though The Alpha could tell Cyrus is slightly letting his defensiveness down. The both of them...were witnessing something new from each other, Cyrus glanced at him.

Al's heartbeat quicked. Damn...those onyx eyes. He coughed. "Right! the---the fork!"

Surprisingly, Cyrus was very passive and mellow while Al feed him the honey cake.

However.

The Alpha can't help steal glances at Cyrus's left bandaged arm, and knows that Grim is still residing within himself; quietly crying.

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Flashback

"Thanks, but no thanks. There's plenty of other Beta werewolves that would love to be picked by you; unfortunately I'm not one of them." Rainier stated to Al matter-of-factually, which was true.

And why chose a half breed werewolf like himself, when The Alpha could have a full blooded Beta as his future second in command. Rainier knows half breeds aren't the most respected among packs.

They were always seen as misfits.

So why go for an imperfect Beta?

The answer was really simple...

"I want you to be my Beta because you're smart and think twice about everything. You don't just agree with what I want---"

"I want to be a Head Pack Doctor, not someone's loyal lap dog...is that a better reason for you to accept my refusal sir."

Instead of feeling offended with being talked back by a half breed, Al laughed.

"I knew you were all brains Rainier but you got balls too, whatever, sure I'm not going to force you. Just thought it be great if you were my Beta. See, I picked up this Stray Delta that's missing a leg."

End of flashback.

The Beta was inside the morgue, standing over and examining several victims of the Rogue Killer. Rainier thought back to the reason why he accepted in becoming Al's Beta, he wasn't all that horrible before too.

Sure, a spoiled and proud Alpha though Al was also headstrong, resilient, obstinate.

How did things come to this? Rainier asked himself, confirming the data in his hands.

They might have been Rogues werewolves, but they didn't deserve a brutal death like the way they had. Rainier rubs his forehead mixed emotions of exhaustion to worrying. These injuries are only possible if the Rogue Killer...is a Alpha Nightwalker in wolf form.

The truth scares Rainier.

What if, Weiler is right?...and that Al really did kill these Rogues without proper trials first. Include The Alpha's recently explosive fits of behaviour that Rainier has observed.

No, I have to find proof Al is innocent.

The Beta frowned. If I don't, my Alpha could get arrested by the Werewolf Council and even Anselme can't help him. There must be something I'm missing here...a piece of clue.

Rainier took another swing of black coffee to review the police autopsy files once more.

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"He ain't waking up even if you kiss him."

Lucas snaps his head towards the doorway and see Anselme, he stood to bow though she brushed him off making The Detective Beta sit back down. She appeared ten times older; stressed, amber eyes tired of bullshit.

"I just got off the phone with Weiler's mom, Miranda had a cow and a raging mouthful of creative profanities for me to listen to." Anselme seated herself onto a massive sofa.

Lucas didn't dare to interrupt the woman.

"We actually aren't in speaking terms, yet it's not about me or my adamant daughter on the line. Did you know anything Lucas?"

He stills, then admitted. "Weiler doesn't say anything much about his condition to me, I understand that it's private...that, whatever he's going through Weiler can't disclose it to me even though I'm technically his Beta. I get that...but he should at least trust me to know he's struggling." Lucas closed his lids and placed his face in both his hands; torn.

"I feel like I'm not even his friend."

Anselme watches Lucas judging his actions, deciding that he should be enlightened on why her grandson is this way. "It's difficult for Weiler to confined in others, especially when all his life Weiler thought he could make a change, by becoming the next heir."

Lucas chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, I remember when I was still golden boys Beta, seeing Weiler wearing a buzzcut hairstyle and how strict he was about rules. Not just in Northwood but at the pack house as well,

being a good Alpha role model to everyone. It's...heartbreaking seeing him this cripple."

Anselme sighed.

"Perhaps I'm part of the blame too, I keep giving Weiler pack duties for an Alpha but that's because he's reliable and responsible, while of legal age. I need an Alpha like that. I know, It's selfish of me as a grandmother."

Lucas cranes his head upwards to counter.

"Then why can't you just have Weiler take Al's title as next heir? You have authority."

"It's not that simple, Beta. As you can see."

She dramatically gestures to Weiler's laying body in the hospital bed unconscious. Dark long hair disarray with an oxygen mask on.

"He's gotten hella weaker and the punk is an idiot for not informing me of his results, Nurse Nick sent them to me the other day."

Lucas looks at Weiler.

"How long do you think he'll be knocked out this time around?" Anselme muttered.

"No idea, I just hope we've found a perfect blood type combination donor for Weiler,

since he's not all Alpha that will be tricky."

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"Ahhh~"

Shane took in his reflection in the mirror.

I could seem just as threatening as my older brother, though having my mother's girlish features I kinda see why everybody calls me babyish. Shane puffers his cheeks "Grrrrr."

(Choco, please stop. I'm dying of cuteness)

I look ridiculous AND weird. He thought.

If only The Elder Alpha was here, he'd tell Shane how manly and he's alright the way he is. The Younger Alpha places a hand on his chest, thinking deeply. I really miss him.

He crawled underneath his bedsheets and eyed the other empty bed inside his room.

Goodnight brother...and my lovely plants.

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Author's Note :

Alright, I got you a chapter my puppies.

(Not my best since it's what? 1:46am when I wrapped this up, I'm sleepy and want my milk plus stuff animals. Yes, I'm fucking childish.)

I saw Raya and the last dragon it was unbelievably amazing, go see it. :3

(I'm a 360 degree gay and straight for Raya and Sisu...maybe Namaari too? Hehe)

^ I also have this little naughty thing inside my head that I want to work on ^

Goood I'm itching to write this smashing story it's been on my mind and it's not healthy haha :3