Zena, the Slave Lost Alpha

Glaring from the backseat car windshield and staring at the narrowed coal-tarred lonely road, scary masquerade trees coated with snow take my pleasure while I count the trees.I knelt in the back seat of the car while facing the back windshield because that's my favorite position to watch the car drive.I was bored staring at the front windshield wiper as it flips out the snowflakes on the car screen left and right, which made me almost snooze. My mom is busy scanning through a rectangle shape piece of paper that looks, exactly, the same one my geography teacher had used to teach us how to study the map of the world. I have no idea where we were going, but I overheard my mom and my dad some time ago, they were having a conversation about buying a new apartment in a new community. I hope it is not where we are going because I am going to miss my friend Jennifer, she is the only person who understands me in the class. I am three years old, but my mom still calls me a baby, most time

Struggling to open my eyelid, feel so difficult like glue has been applied to my eyes I forcefully open them and my eyes were blurred that I couldn't see clearly, had to blink deeply twice before my vision became clear to a chubby pink smile with wrinkles lines waiting for me to wake up. I raised myself immediately only for the towel that was placed on my forehead to fall on my body, “ouch...it is hot, ”Zena remove the hot towel her mom had placed on her forehead to suppress Zena's fever. “Yes my dear, you were uncautious and you have been running high temperature for three days now, but I'm happy because you look better. “Three days!”, Zena exclamated, “Was it really that bad, because I can't remember anything?” “Not bad my dear, but it's fine now, go fresh up and come join us for dinner, Oh lest I forget, a young man has been the one providing the herbs, I can't remember his name properly, because I'm not sure of what he said, I think I heard him say Trekk, Trick, Oh Drake m

“never mind thanks for everything”, but both of them were not ready to be out of each other sight, and they stare at each other for more than a second. Suddenly my eyes crossed to her lips, and my brain could not formally control its thoughts decently, rather it started illustrating how soft those cute lips could be, how I wish she could touch my heart and feel how it hurts without her feeling the same way I do. Drake eavesdropped on Zena's heart to the extent he could feel the sound of her heartbeat pounding in his mind, while he could not control his thoughts and feelings, he jumped down from the window and ran into the woods. Zena was passively startled, she watched him leave without words of goodbye, I'm not sure of what I feel, but if true it is love then love surly hurts. She lay down on her bed feeling restless as the picture of Drake's image flashed in her memory which made her smile reasonably. If this is how I see you then, the replay of your thought will stick with

“You are no longer grounded, you can continue selling your fritters,” he said after his wife urged him to lie down. Zena retreats immediately and embraces her dad after which they returned to bed.It was difficult for me to return to sleep, the memory of what happened yesterday toils in my heart, more especially Drake's unexpected visit. Having the images of Drake in my mind troubles my mind, I know I was mean to him, but at least I was expecting him to be nice by asking me out formally and not surprising me with his unexpected visit. Zena battles in her mind and but the smile was not long enough to activate as she recalls how close they were before Drake left, I think I love him, really love!, Zena it's early for love, I think I like him maybe more than like, there is something special about him, especially his eyes, those moments I looked at him I was lost to nothing. I would love to see him, at least ask him, why he came to my place yesterday. Oh, I almost forgot, I was supposed

Drake's POVShe has to return to the community, why is this little woman so impossible she's absolutely hard-headed, and the crazy thing about her is that she does not look like one to be difficult. Gosh!, two years is such a damn long time, which sounds like infinity because she is delicate like a human without the significance of our kind she can't see through my thought, how do I persuade her that she has to stop following me and leave. Zena, Zena! gosh, I can't explain why I feel extraordinary towards her, and I can't certainly say what I feel for her, but I could tell I feel something deep in my heart like she is more than important to me. Could she be the woman that, the weird hag I met in the talisman shop in the town had talked about? On a contrary, she is just a girl, an underage girl for the matter and very innocent, too fragile to be my taste of woman, and she is extra naive. She is only nonchalant to herself because she is not observant to find out who she is. Even i