Loving The Alpha by Cherrytop (best story books to read .TXT) 📖

It was what I had been doing for two months. Running.

And I was drained from it, not thoughtful of why I couldn’t face my doubts was exasperating and I needed to overcome the obstacles and take my own nuisance that I had caused.

It was time to discontinue running.

And return back to him.

Whether he sanctioned me, was not a decision.

I wouldn’t and couldn’t run in wolf form, I was finished with sovereignty; I just wanted to arrive back to him, knowing he was safe and content whirled through my body like a snake.
My feet padded against the dehydrated snow that was slowly peeling away from land, my life in these woods should never have existed, and my expedition through the woods was undeniably over. Perpetually I shall never revisit unless told, because without Markus, these trees were deceased.
I had departed with my friends, I had no proposal if they were to return too, or pick the alternative of completing the run. But that was diminutive stress in my mind compared to returning back to the manor. Would he be enraged by my appearance? Would he execute me?
The air seemed to become humid and quite thick, as I ran I began to take off my coat and hair band to feel the wind glide through my roots and the fresh oxygen press against my sweaty skin, I wouldn’t stop, even if it killed me.
But knowing that revisiting my home would take days to travel back from where I started pushed my legs to pumps faster, knowing it was no use even trying, slowed me down in a average pace again. But that was until I heard a faint muttering of voices from beyond the bushes and naked footsteps of human wolves as they spoke to themselves. The Forest Fire Pack.

Rose’s old group she had grown her life in. But were they doing out so late at night, though it’s not to be expected my these wild animal. So I decided to shrink behind a rather large tree and collect some information. “Then will have to ask Phillip about it,” One of them spoke gently, the winding trying to melt there words.
There conversation seemed nonetheless tiring before my ears perked up at the name of Rose as they sat down a few trees away to chat among themselves. It was two men and they looked completely large with there bulging muscles and flexing chest. “He’s after her isn’t he?” One of them spoke in a louder voice than he meant to. “She’ll be dead as soon as he finds here, slaughter her to death.”
My heart plummeting to my throat, it was unbelievable of what such a cold hearted monster could occur just because he had power.

Rose was going to die.

And it was my entire fault.

I had to facilitate them, but my heart was pushing me the other way, demanding to return to where I belonged. It was too remote, I had previously run a extended distance and there was a chance they could have disappeared from that spot. I gasped in revulsion as I felt a nudge on my shoulder, my heart was hammering tremendously fast and so deafening that I wasn’t able to think visibly. “Elisa?” My eyes turned to the recognizable voice of a person I already knew, someone who was always there for me no matter what. Adrian. Adrian, Chelsea, Sam and Rose were sat behind a blackberry bush, enclosed in thorns and whispering furiously for us to abscond.
“How did you find me?” I wondered as I tranquil a fraction.
“Scent,” Adrian smiled. “We couldn’t leave you; we’re all going to return jointly.”
“We better hasten, these men over there are apparently in investigate for Rose,” I spoke as I tried to noiselessly creep to a secure place appropriate for running once again.
“We heard them speaking,” Adrian replied unhappily as if the emotions had abruptly entered his eyes and were now capturing Rose’s.
I crawled out into the open, taking a lunging step before trying to run as speedy as I possibly could once again, only to be halted by Adrian. “What are you doing?” Adrian asked wearily.
“Running,” I replied though knowing by the way his face was set, this running was intolerable in a circumstance like this.
“We need to hurry home rapidly, if we sprint in wolf’s form, will be able to arrive in fewer than an hour and you know it,” Adrian replied hoarsely as he let go of my arm and watched my face with a severe expression. It seemed all feelings towards me had been washed out of Adrian and in return to Rose.
I smiled, this was something beautiful, the power of love can factually bring us all mutually in cheerfulness, but why did I seem to never ensue anywhere?


The whole group began to change, there whiskers grew wordlessly while hair began to sprout like grass to the end of claws that seemed unbearably long.

And we were ready.

To return.

We had been running continually for two hours and needless to say that my paws had become bloody and painful by the amount of sharp rocks I had treaded on. But it had ultimately paid of since the manor’s roof sat extensively in the distant, a smile slid upon my lips, the commemoration of my past came flooding I abruptly felt content knowing that this was where my soul was waiting, waiting for me to revisit and for it to enfold me in its embrace with open arms.
My life had finally returned. So that was what I thought.
We slowed into a standard pace, though my whole body seemed to be wrathfully burning from running incessantly, every one of us noiselessly gazed at it for a minute, remembering the way we had lived before this havoc was formed. “So this is where you lived?” Rose asked as she insolvent the silence and our heads turned to a naked human who sat as the top of the hill and watched down at the walls of the manor.
“Yes,” Adrian replied also returning to his customary self and his eyes seemed to stain on hers. “We loved it here, we were all a family.”
Sam and Chelsea huddled together, keeping themselves warm from the chilly breeze that slid across their skin. I walked over to where the path winded to the door, but I was anxious to take my primary step, I glimpsed back at the rest as they encouraged me to budge forward.
I took a inhalation before my foot landed on the cold bricks, this was it, we were moving back ready to walk to deaths door and behind were chains and knives waiting for us.
But we had to face it, we couldn’t exist another life in such a precarious place, running was no longer a alternative and were certainly going to prove that we were ready for any sort of chastisement, including death.
Everyone seemed to track my steps, following behind as we seemed to come nearer and closer to the eerie place, would our life ever become the same again? I wondered before the door was just a few centimetres away from us, the doorbell sat elevated and dared us to press it.
My fingers didn’t respond but I knew I would have to move soon otherwise we would probably look bizarre by standing outside a closed door for hours.
I knocked gently, but loud enough for someone, anyone to here, It took a while for the handle to revolve before I realised there was someone waiting for my response. His eyes seemed to widen as his jaw became loose and he stared at all of us in dismay.
The butler. He would use to sneak sweets up to my room in the night; we were friends and would have never-ending conversations through the hours of darkness when I was diminutive. “Elisa?” He stuttered as he took a step back and stared at us. “What are you doing here?”
“We’ve returned,” I spoke gradually, moving into the warm atmosphere and gazed at the identifiable pieces of art that was hung around the halls.
“But why?” He asked, letting us go through.
“Because we’re done running,” I replied, my fingers danced along the shiny wood of the desk with many picture frames and flowers that sat on top.
“We need to speak with Markus,” I turned to him, seeing his face drain with colour.
“Markus hasn’t been seen in over a week, we’re waiting for him,” George spoke cautiously as he slammed the door shut and walked towards us.
“What do you mean?” I asked securely.
“He needed space and excused himself, no one has seen him,” Just as George had completed his last sentence the luminosity from the outside seeped through the grimy halls and many men entered with a hobble body in their hands, bloody faced and bruised Markus was unmoving and almost dead as they pushed past us and up the stairs.
George rapidly excused himself before chasing after them with fright written across his face. My heart plummeted to the ground of the memory of the kaput man that was unconscious in the men’s arms, what was this? Why was he damaged so inadequately?
My head seemed to gyrate before I determined to take my chances and follow George and examine what had occurred? Tears slipped down my cheek, elegantly ending at my chin before dropping to the ground, it wound me so much to see him like this, what was to ensue to him?
I pushed my way past sullen people remembering the way towards his room, trying to sprint faster to make sure he was still alive. There they all stood around his bed, there eyes seemed emotionless and there hands rested by their sides in unison, what was the matter?
I shoved George out the way before my eyes took in a pasty man, he seemed much slimmer than he usually was, he had the darkest rings around his eyes and his lips no longer held the redness, this was the sign of something valuable to him lost, he was broken.
More tears trickled downwards; his hand arranged on the bed as I took his fragile fingers and gently wrapped them around mine, why was he doing this to himself? I screamed to myself, trying to reason at how this could have happened. Was this my fault? “Will he be okay?” I all but whispered.
“He doesn’t seem to be eating much and he screams at night, but his condition seems to be getting much worse than customary, he seems to be under