That night, she slept fitfully, with nightmares centered in her time in her former pack. She had this recurring nightmare every few days, with only a few details changed. In all those dreams, Derrick would go out, ready for a night out with his friends. He would urge her to sleep before he got back - because it could take some time - and he would bring her back something he ate and thought she would like too. He would come back and say he had drunk some honeycomb elixir made by someone at the bar, and she would urge him to eat to prevent a worse hangover. “Derrick, baby, please try to eat something, ” she would hear her voice say, over and over in these dreams, begging her dead lover to eat. And over and over again, he would brush away her small arms with his rough, heavy ones, saying, “please Sam. I'll eat tomorrow. ”He would place his heavy arms onto her shoulder and kiss her goodnight, and she would taste the sweetness from his honeycomb elixir. Always, they would go to bed
Alpha Amal's POV.He had not slept through the night beside a woman before, but the death grip that Sam had on his arm told him that he would not have any other choice. She had grabbed his left hand, so his long frame had to place the other hand above both their heads so he could sleep. She looked radiant while she slept, and he pondered what he had overheard when she was talking to Charity and the things she had overheard on his behalf earlier that night. From what he had heard, she had been falsely accused of killing her husband, and she had nothing to do with it. He had wondered why anyone would be cruel to Sam because as far as he could see, she was a gentle, easy going person, very easy to please. He had climbed the stairs holding her slender frame, but he could barely believe that that small, lithe body was the one that gripped his arm so solidly. Besides, she looked very sad, and he had always been a sucker for sad, beautiful women. Pertaining what she had heard, he though
Sam trudged to her room, and ignored the heavy footfalls that told her Alpha Amal was already on his way back to his own quarters. She could not believe how close they were! If she moved her feet backwards instead of forward and turned at the knob on his side of the divide, she would be in his room, the woodsy, vivid colors staring back at her. So much thought and consideration had gone into her room, she couldn't help but wonder if he had an interest in her. Nobody went to that much trouble for just anyone, right? Yet, the longer she pondered on it, the more she realized that it was possible; all everyone in the castle did was sing praises of him and speak well of him. It was confusing, being treated superbly one moment and treated like lint at the bottom of his shoe the next. He must have been bipolar or very moody, she thought, her chest heaving. She shut the door that separated them and gushed over her room once again. The moonlight shone off the shiny wooden headboard as soon a
The three of them walked up the stairs noiselessly, chattering on about what their going to entail. They had cut up a platter of fruit for Alpha Amal ,and his breakfast the way Elan and Nora suggested. The fruit juice was in a jug set in a pitcher of ice, so that way he could have the juice chilled. When they arrived up the stairs and took the 2 minute walk to his door, they knocked and waited for any sound before going in. He had woken up and left his bed sheets tangled, so Charity broke off to smooth over the sheets and lay them back. There was also a glass of water on his bedside that she picked up, handing off to one of the other girls.“Come,” ushered Nora. She had been in charge of organizing the food on his table before he came out of the bathroom, so she was out on the terrace. “What's up?”“I can't get the flowers to stay up. They keep falling over. ”Grunting, Sam took over that part of the setting up, fidgeting with the flowers till they stood right. She was focused so
After the massage, she ushered him into his walk-in closet, barely sparing the door that led to her room a second glance. She had locked it from her room, so even attempting to turn the knob would have been a waste of time. Inside his closet, she opened all the closest until she found what she was looking for. There on multiple hangers were a couple of long sleeved work shirts, and they were color coded and arranged by size. She picked up a bright orange one and turned to him with an impish smile. “Where would you even wear this to?”He colored a bright red, his cheeks puffing up into small round balls of flesh. “My mother gave that to me!” he exclaimed, snatching the hanger back and returning it to the wardrobe. Giggling, she took out two long sleeved shirts in blue. “Why did you pick those two shades?”“So you can pick one.”“No, I meant the color, Sam.”“Do you not like it?”“I have no problems with it, I'm just wondering…”“They match your eyes sir.”Why had she said
Sam listened intently as Charity narrated the things that Alpha Amal had done because of her. “Okay, so the day they got back with Alpha Amal, he asked to see the brown -haired girl. He said she had saved him and fed him to health. He described an angel, and I guess you look somewhat like her, but he described her as taller and wide eyed. But his parents told him he was delusional. They practically said that he was hallucinating, and that you had kidnapped him. Since the royal doctors announced that he could not remember the way he was kidnapped, his partner along with the elders got together and decided not to tell him that he was in the middle of a fight and training session with some of the members of the royal guard. ”“No way!” exclaimed Sam, her palm flying to her mouth. “Was it one of them?”“We don't know that!Anyway, they had also announced that they found him at that house unattended and then you came forward holding a knife, some twigs and a handful of fruits. They sai
In the car, Sam sat in front and stared out of the window. It was not too long a drive, but from what she could see, making the trip on her own would be hard and she would be walking for hours. The roadsides were well maintained and she admired how clean the town seemed from outside the car window. Charity pointed out different parts of town proudly, showing Sam the home she was so proud of. She pointed out the town hall, a large duplex painted an unwelcome shade of brown. Sam giggled when a memory of her town hall surfaced in her mind; the letters of the sign had fallen off and it looked like “O N A L ” and it had been funny.She used to laugh at it with Derrick and point out that it needed to be fixed up.Guiltily, she remembered that Derrick was no longer alive and that there was no reason to be laughing, so she stopped, the car ride falling back into an awkward silence. Wanting to ease the heavy tension, she pointed at a big house and asked who owned it. “This house is beauti
Alpha Amal's POV.As the girls got down from the car, he sat in the driver's seat and watched them excitedly take out the bags. He could not look away from the wide smile on Sam's face. In just one day he had lost almost all his reservations about having an Omega like her for a partner. He fondly thought back to earlier that day when she had come to his door. He was fresh out of the shower, and perhaps he shouldn't have opened the door, but somehow he knew it was her. He did not want to keep her waiting, so he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. What he had not expected was that she would fall down at his feet. She had probably been at the front of his room with her ears at the door. He made a point not to smile too long for fear of making her uncomfortable. Helping her up, he had asked her to come in, waiting until she had walked in to shut the door. She walked straight to his closet, and he loved how confident she had gotten. He was surprised that he had met h