The Alpha and the Mistake

Chapter 27

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I paced from my cot to as far as the chain would let me go and back again. The cast on my forearm

was heavy. It surprised me they even bothered to bring in Doctor Samson to look at me. That was

awhile gone, but that while could've been a day or a week. The only window down here had been

blocked off with cardboard and duct tape, so I had no idea if it was day or night. I hated it, and I hated

not knowing anything. Was Ryder okay or Kara? Did she even know what happened to Andy?

I heard the door creak open, and I sat back down on the cot. The soft steps then a moment later I saw

Mike's mom's baby blue flats. When she'd first come down here, I tried to plead with her to let me go. I

told her Ryder's Dad would take her and her family in, but she only told me to shut up. Soon after Mike

can down and hit me a few times, warning me never to upset his Mom again.

I gave her a narrow-eyed glare and a scowl. I saw a flash of guilt before she hid it behind her own

scowl and a plate of food on the floor. Mike's Mom placed it so far away from me, I didn't think the chain

would reach. I continued to give her my best death glare. This was her fault. She had the power to stop

this, stop all of it, not only for me but for her children too. Mike at least got a few bruises, so I had no

doubts Beth got some too.

Yet, their mom didn't care. She just walked around here as if everything was okay and awesome. She

refused to see anything beyond that. As if sensing the direction of my thoughts she stared down at me

and said, "Loyalty is nothing you humans understand."

"So loyalty is letting toxic people beat the crap out of you? Yeah, if that's loyalty I'll stay ignorant."

With a 'hmph' she turned and returned up the stairs, slamming the door. I waited with bated breath for

Mike to come down and hit me for upsetting his stupid Mom. After a long silent moment and no sign of

Mike, I relaxed and began pacing again. No way I would eat anything they gave me. I wouldn't put it

past the alpha to poison me just to make sure his twisted little plan worked.

However, the smell of the food tempted me and my stomach cramped up as it rumbled. I looked back

at the plate, my mouth watering instantly. With a scowl, I walked over to the plate. As I expected I really

had to reach to get it. Once I picked it up, I threw it at the stairs. Satisfaction filling me when the plate

shattered and food splattered everywhere. I gave the mess my own 'hmph' and resumed my pacing

until the weight of the cuff began to chafe my ankle.

I sat on the cot, giving the padlock a hearty tug. I would never be able to break it, obviously, but tugging

on it made me feel like I was doing something. I sighed and leaned against the wall, staring up at the

ceiling. It seemed like an eternity passed when I heard the door open again. With a deep breath, I

prepared to pay for breaking the plate and making a mess.

"What the hell?" Mike said as he came downstairs then shot me a glare. He navigated through the

splattered food and walked right over to me. I shielded myself with my arms, but I remained slumped Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

over from when he slapped me across the head. He pulled me upright. "Mom worked hard on that."

Like I care? I didn't say it though, being hit once was enough. Mike forced me to sit up. To my surprise

and dread, he unlocked the cuff around my ankle and pulled me to my feet. "Showtime, Missy," he said,

grabbing my wrist and leading me upstairs. As soon as I was in the kitchen I had to shield my eyes, the

light too bright.

"There's our little hostage," Mike's dad said and with a violent jerk, grabbed my bicep and pulled me

towards him. He dragged me out of the house, unwilling to let me get my footing after I tripped. My

heart pounded in my chest as he shoved me back inside the van Mike had shoved me in the first time. I

swallowed as I sat, trying not to flinch as the alpha sat next to me. Mike sat across from me, his

expression unreadable - not that I wanted too. The alpha hit the side of the van. "Let's go."

I had no idea where we went, but the drive wasn't long. When the alpha dragged me out of the van, we

were standing in a small field on the edge of a cliff that fell off into a small rocky beach and then the

ocean. The closeness of the edge made me nervous, Ryan could just toss me off if he so decided. The

sound of another set of cars tore my eyes off the cliff edge to two large black SUVs pulling up next to

the alpha's.

My breath caught as I saw Ryder's dad get out, along with several of his men. They walked towards us

until they were about from us. "Oh, what's this? Ryder didn't come to negotiate for his mate?" The

alpha said with a sneer. He looked down at me, the smirk grew. "Perhaps I overestimated his affections

for you."

Ryder's dad cleared his throat, adjusting his suit. "My son is...indisposed at the moment," he said then

his eyes met mine. "But he would've been here if possible."

My throat tightened with dread as Alpha Ryan began to laugh a cruel, cold laugh. "Or maybe he doesn't

want a mate my son's been with first?"

Anger replaced my dread. This was Alpha Ryan's plan. I opened my mouth to tell Alpha Brent, nothing

happened, but sucked in a pained breath as Mike's dad squeezed my arm so hard I thought he might

crush it.

Ryder's dad's expression darkened and his eyes started to do that icy glow thing I'd seen Ryder's do.

"Enough, you asked me here to negotiate. Let's negotiate."

Alpha Ryan loosened his grip on my arm. "Of course, You want the human, and you already know what

I want, Brent."

"I can't just hand over the pack to you, Ryan. Be reasonable for once in your damn life."

Mike's dad grinned. "So if you won't give me the pack, what exactly is it you're willing to give me?"

" An exchange - me for Brook."

My heart stopped at those words then pounded in my chest like some drummer gone wild. Mike said

this would happen. He said it would be the start of everything, leaving the people I cared about dead.

"Alpha Brent," I said. Mike's dad's grip on my arm tightened. Ryder's dad looked at me. There was a

resolved sadness in his eyes as he offered me a small smile. He knew the alpha would kill him, but I

doubted Ryder's dad was aware that he was endangering his family.

I couldn't let it happen. I had to do something. I cleared my throat. "Alpha Brent, I'm sorry. I'm sorry

about leaving, about Andy, about everything."

"You did nothing wrong, Brook. None of this is your fault."

"How touching," Alpha Ryan sneered. "I ag-" he started to say, but I cut him off.

He glared at me with angry irritation, but I didn't care. I focused only on Ryder's Dad. "Tell Ryder that

I'm sorry too. I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this, and I had to stop it."

"What are you talking about, stupid human," Mike's dad snapped, but Alpha Brent's eyes shot wide.

"Brook, no," he shouted, but it was too late.

I tackled Mike's dad. With the element of surprise, I managed to knock off his balance, and as I kept

shoving him farther back until he stepped off the edge. Alpha Ryan's growled at me, his grip on my arm

tightened as he teetered. "I go, you go, human," he said, softly. His voice was full of malice.

"That's the plan," I replied and with one last push, sent us both off the cliff edge.

The world tilted, and I lost perspective of up and down within seconds. Only sharp bursts of pain

recorded our descent to the rocks. Hitting the ground was the worst painful burst of them all. Blood

filled and bubbled out of my mouth. Every nerve in my body screamed in agony. I managed to lift my

head a little to see I laid on top of Alpha Ryan. The remains of his head were the most grotesque thing

I'd ever seen.

Mike's dad was dead, and as I realized I didn't feel the ocean crashing against us, I would die soon too.

I let my head slump down against some part of Alpha Ryan. My vision blurred with tears. My life didn't

flash before my eyes like they say it does, but I did think of my family and friends. Mostly, I thought of

Ryder. I regretted not telling him I really did like him and his brand of craziness.

He'd never know I had stopped thinking of when would I be able to run away to California and how I

might be able to live here with him. To him, I will always be the one trying to run away. That was the

worst part of it all. As my vision darkened I pictured Ryder's face. I was lucky he ever thought I was

worthy of being with him.

It was getting harder to breathe and fear trickled through me. Was this what it was like for Dad when he

died? Would he be waiting for me? Everything was dark now, and my thoughts were sluggish. I didn't

want to die! I tried to fight the numbness as a strange buzzing filled my ears. A spark of hot, burning

pain tore through me, and if I could've screamed, I would have. Yet as a flicker of hope shot through

me, the numbness returned, devouring it and my willpower and I was powerless to resist it. Goodbye

Ryder...