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The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead Waiting for the right moment
TOM I walked into the living room with my shoulders dropped. "He refused, huh?" I heard pops(Saint) ask as he wiped the table. I could only nod. Blake had always been refusing me, but I still hadn't gotten used to the disappointment. It sat heavy in my chest every single time, a small ache I had learned to carry quietly. Pops sighed. "Maybe on Monday he'll agree?" I gave my pops a 'yeah right' look, prompting him to shrug. "You have to be hopeful." "I just want to be there for him. He was clearly not fine with the way he looked this morning," I said. I knew all too well what Blake went through every night. I'd always been around Blake. I remembered the way Blake's eyes had looked just now, red-rimmed and hollow, the kind of tired that no amount of sleep could fix, and it had taken everything in me not to reach out and pull Blake into a hug I knew wouldn't be welcomed. "We just need to be patient and give him his space when he asks for it," pops said. "At least he acknowledges us.
The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead Don't follow me
BLAKE I stared at a smiley Tom, a small frown gracing my forehead. Tom is a lot taller and muscular than I was. He was an Alpha and a warrior after all. His mismatched hair of blonde and black was neatly tied in a low bun with few strands falling on his face. When Tom was in this hairstyle, he looked a lot like his father, Alpha Jackson. "It was raining all night, huh?" I heard him say, probably to break the silence. He still had a smile on his face. I only came out of the room and locked the door before walking away, totally ignoring him but followed behind me. "It was cold all night, did you cover yourself properly?" He asked. I still ignored him, my gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to give him even the smallest opening. We got to the dining room and met Saint packaging a lunch pack. Probably mine since I don't eat with them. "Good morning, Blake." Saint said to me. I looked at him before bowing my head a little. Over the years, that was my way of greeting Saint and also Alpha
The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead Good morning B!
BLAKE The cold wind blew around 2am in New Moon Pack, the noise announced that it would soon rain. It was the season of rain so it was only natural. The trees outside groaned under the weight of the gusts, their branches scraping against windows like fingers begging to be let in, and somewhere far off a howl rose and faded, swallowed whole by the coming rain. I tossed and turned on my bed, sweat dripped down my skin like it had rained on me already. My eyes were closed shut, my body stiff as the noisy wind drowned out the distressed noise I was making. I gripped the bedsheet as the line between reality and the nightmare I was having gradually became thin. The blanket twisted around my legs like it too was trying to hold me down, trap me inside the memory that never let me go. "B-Blake? B-Blake? Where are you?" I heard my mother's scared and pained voice. I frantically searched everywhere but I could only see darkness. I couldn't see anything. My eyes became blurry as tears filled th
The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead The Mute Whisperer
Some whispers fade, others leave scars that never heal.The war is over. Sam and Samantha are dead.The New Moon Pack has finally found peace. The blood has dried, the graves have been buried, and life has begun again. Warriors laugh when returning from weekly hunting. Children race through the pack grounds. Mates find each other. The future looks brighter than it has in years.Everyone moved on.Everyone...Except Blake.Every night, he wakes with a gasp, his lungs burning as though he's reliving his mother's final breath. Sleep offers no comfort, only memories. He hears the screams. Sees the blood. Feels the crushing weight of the choices he never truly made.Some tell him he was manipulated, that none of it was his fault.The bullies tormenting him and the sharp looks from older pack members remind him otherwise.So Blake does what he has always done best, he runs.Not with his feet...But with his silence.He avoids the training grounds, skips celebrations. He's broken, and no amo
The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead The end of his
POV: SAINT "He's going to be alright, and this isn't your fault." Jackson's voice was steady, though I could feel the strain beneath it, the same worry I carried mirrored quietly in the tension of his arms around me. "It's been two months, Jackson, and he still won't talk to the therapist." I swallowed hard, the words scraping against a throat already tight with exhaustion. "Let him take his time. We shouldn't rush him. He's witnessed so much at such a young age; it's important for him to process everything at his own pace," Jackson said while hugging me, his hand moving in slow, steady circles against my back the way it always did when he was trying to hold both of us together at once. "I know, but," I breathed out shakily. "I should have told him sooner. It's all my fault." I sobbed, the guilt I'd been carrying for two months finally breaking loose all at once. "It must be incredibly hard for him to finally realize that his mother died that day." "We can't know what would h
The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead The start of his story
POV: SAINT"Do you really have to stand here naked just because you got out of the shower?" I asked my sexy attractive blonde mate, who smirked at me and made me roll my eyes while I silently screamed, water still dripping from his hair onto the floor he clearly had no intention of wiping up."Absolutely. And you enjoy it," he replied, slowly getting dressed while maintaining eye contact, taking his time with every button as though daring me to look away first."I can see the mischief in your eyes, and no, we're not doing anything today. I'm exhausted and the kids are home.""I can take them back to Chris," he suggested right away, already reaching for his phone with an eagerness that made it clear he'd been planning this for a while.I just stared at him."Or your mom?"I continued to give him a blank look, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a response.He raised his hands in a playful gesture of surrender. "Alright, fine. No fucking until they're asleep.""That's not what I m
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