Miles
"You're gonna stay down there until you realize how disrespectful that little stunt you've pulled earlier was!"
That was the last thing I remember my father saying to me before I was back to the old cellar for my punishment.
I don't remember how long ago that was but it must've been past a couple weeks already. I remember clawing the side of the cellar wall each time I counted to 60 to make a minute. One out of the four dark walls surrounding me had already been fully clawed.
I remember my teacher taught us there was 1140 minutes a day. And if I recount each claw mark in total of the one wall I fully clawed, it had a bit more than 30,250. At least that's what I remember clawing one last time before I passed out from starvation.
Usually my father would only keep down here for one week without food and water. I vividly remember him telling me that was the same punishment his father did to him when he was my age, so usually when he did it I'd try to go through it just as he did. But as much as I tried to tough it out, my body at the ripe age of 6 when he started that method, would pass out no more than 3 days with no food or water.
I remember during those times, Kirsten our kind chef, would sneak down here during the nights my father was asleep or out drinking. I'd open my eyes to her trying to call my name out loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough for my father upstairs to hear.
She'd look down at me with tears in her eyes while shoving a warm cloth for me to wrap around my shivering body and sliding whatever food or bottle of water she can fit through the small slot on the cellar door. She'd only have enough time to do all of that before having to rush back upstairs in case one of the other guards that worked for my father would find out she wasn't in her room or in the kitchen.
In our pack house there were kind people that worked for my father who took pity in what my dad would do to me. And then there were others who wouldn't even glance at me when my father would beat me in front of them. It was mostly the guards who worked around the pack house for my father that didn't bat an eye when my father would do the things he'd do. It was either because they didn't care or because my father paid them too much to care.
Either way, I was only glad I had a couple staff such as Kirsten and a few other butlers and maids around the pack house that would care for me as if I was one of their own. They'd go out of their way to clean up my cuts and bruises after training sessions and when I'd be done with my punishment down in the cellar, they'd rush down to carry me upstairs if I was passed out. Then they'd bathe and took care of me till I was healthy enough to move and eat on my own. Or at least until my father found out and had me get out of bed earlier than I was healed to go back to training.
Now that's it's been more than 21 days, I'm starting to feel numb everywhere. My eyes are barely opening on their own now. It's been weeks since I've eaten anything now. Thinking back to what lead up to this, I remember my father yelling at me about bringing pigtails into our home. And after he finished yelling at me about it, he fired Kirsten and threw me into the cellar without a second thought. He must've punished the other maids and butlers as well seeing as they all were in the living room when my father fired Kirsten and berated me in front of everyone.
Now that he's done that, I knew for certain there was gonna be no way I was going to survive lasting any longer in this cell. It's been weeks since I've had any food or water. My wolf was the only thing keeping me going. My body as a human would have never lasted this long and I would've been long gone by now if my wolf didn't have alpha blood running through it.
My mouth was dry, my body was numb, and my eyes could barely open with the darkness of nausea and pain lulling me back to sleep.
My mind began racing with all the memories of only 10 years of my life. I may have only lived a short life but the loving memories I shared with the people that mattered most me made my heart pound.
The most recent happy memory that popped up was the day of my 10th birthday when my uncle threw a party at his house because my father didn't want to celebrate anything in the pack house. I remember it so well because it was the best day of my life.
My uncle and his family were there, the kind maids and butlers that worked at the pack house showed up with all my favorite foods and drinks. And the best part of that day was that I got to spend it hanging out with my best friend in the whole world.
When I opened the door that day and found a cute little wolf in a purple dress with hearts and a bow in the middle, I almost felt my heart leap out of my chest.
She had the same pigtails hairstyle like the first day we met but this time it had little purple ribbons tied around them. Her big brown eyes looked at me with stars in them. And I couldn't forget the large smile she had on her face while she held out a small box wrapped in the same purple ribbon that she wore.
My family and staff had already filled the entire living room at my uncles house with thousands of gifts all wrapped up in expensive wrapping papers and golden ribbons. But the only one that caught my eye and I really wanted to open was the small purple one wrapped in Purple Heart wrapping paper and a big purple ribbon.
I knew pigtails favorite color was purple but I didn't think she'd go all out and buy me a gift with purple colors everywhere on both the wrapping paper and purple all over herself.
"It might not be the most expensive gift you'll ever get but-" before she could even explain her gift, I pulled her into my arms happily.
"The only thing that matters is that my best friend was the one who gave it to me" I whispered into her ear making her laugh while hugging me tightly.
"You're such a sappy person. But I guess that's what happens when I have the big bad alphas son as my best friend. My mommy was right, the scariest looking people on the outside are always the softest on the inside" She says pulling away from me and pinching my cheeks.
"I'm only like that with you" I grumble while grabbing the gift out of her hand.
I made sure to keep her present in my jacket pocket so I can save it for opening it on my own later on. My uncle liked to make a big deal of having me open all my gifts in front of everyone to show off who bought me the most expensive and luxurious gift of all. But in my eyes every gift pigtails had gotten me since my 6th birthday was always the best ones I've ever gotten.
I've spent 4 birthdays and christmases plus other holidays with pigtails. Each year she's given me the most thoughtful gifts I could ever ask for. Because although I love my family and everyone else who's given me gifts my 10 years of life, pigtails was the only person in the universe who knew deep down that I cherished thoughtful gifts over expensive ones.
The first birthday I spent with her, she gifted me a customized arm sling she personally made adjustable for my arm size when I had begun to go to school every other week with an injured arm due to my fathers training. Of course as wolves we heal quickly but I was still able to use her gift over time because she knew my arm was still going to be injured time to time with the way I was trained.
The first Christmas I spent with pigtails, she gifted me a book bag she saved her money all year for to buy me. It wasn't the most expensive bag I've ever owned but it was the most important because she saved every penny she owned from helping her mom make tips from every bakery item she created and sold. Her mother was so proud of her helping her out with her business that she decided to give her all the tips they made.
My 7th birthday, pigtails gifted me a new pair of sneakers for when my uncle had made me join the little league football team we had three times a day afterschool for the young male wolves. Her father had a job as a truck driver for a warehouse company and usually whatever extra things they had in the truck, he'd go home with it and give it to his daughter. Seeing as he had a lot of extra shoe sizes for kids, pigtails managed to find one my size and wrapped it up as a birthday gift for me. She knew I could've easily afforded a new pair of anything with how much money my father had. But she always knew I usually forgot to get new shows when I'd run out to practice with the same torn up converse my uncle gifted me long before I was seven years old.
The same year on Christmas, she gifted me a snow globe with two wolves inside. It was a small statue of a large black wolf protecting a small brown one. At that time, we never had our wolves but she had told me when she saw her father bring home a box full of snow globes with random small statues inside the one she gave me instantly made her think of me and her. We both didn't know how our wolves would've looked like since we were still 2 years away from shifting and finding out how our wolves looked like. But she told me that night that she had a feeling our wolves were going to look exactly like the ones in the snow globe.
Now that I'm thinking about it, when I first shifted on my 9th birthday, my black wolf did look exactly like the one in the snow globe. On her 9th birthday she was so excited to shift for the first time so she can see if she was also going to look exactly like the wolves in my snow globe. If only I had a camera to capture the exact moment she shifted and almost cried in her wolf form when she looked in the mirror to find the same light brown wolf she dreamed of looking like, staring back at her.
Weeks before her 9th birthday she'd whine about not being able to turn into a wolf with purple hair. She knew the only colors us wolves could change into were shades of black, grey, white and brown. I remember she had a strong hatred for female wolves mostly being able to shift into white or silver haired wolves. Pigtails hated a lot of things in the world and one of them was to have any similarities to others she disliked.
Most of the girls in our class and around the pack had all shifted into beautiful white, silver or light brown wolves. Pigtails would groan and complain about how she hated how most of the females around the pack were the same colors. Luckily for her she had gotten her wish of being different because of her parents dark colored wolves. Her parents being omegas may have also been part of the reason why she had a darker colored wolf compared to the normal ranked female wolves in our pack. But either way she was extremely excited to find out she had dark brown fur.
My 8th birthday I recalled her being grumpy because she didn't have money to buy me something nice that year. Which I had no problem with seeing as I had enough money to buy myself more things than I needed. At the end of the day I was happy with her just being able to come to my birthday party.
I knew it was hard for her father being an omega and having to travel all the way to my uncles home near the pack house where there was rarely any omegas allowed to go. It was only the omegas that worked in the pack house that were allowed near the pack house, luckily my uncle had managed to convince pigtails parents to let his mate pick her up from her house.
And to my surprise, she had managed to quickly get her mom to throw together a quick batch of her delicious best selling brownies that I can never get over since the first day we met and I tried from her lunch bag. It wasn't a gift I can keep, seeing as I shoveled all them down my throat before I went to sleep that night but it was a special gift I could remember and keep in my favorite memories of all her heartwarming gifts.
Christmas that year I don't remember as much since my father had locked me down in the cellar that entire week for choosing to go skiing with the rest of the little league team instead of training with him the weekend before Christmas that year. But I do remember waking up in my bedroom on new years the week after, seeing my uncle holding a small gift box in his hand with her name written in purple glitter ink on top.
I nearly jumped out of my bed to grab the box and opening it with amusement. It was a simple lunch box with my name hand crafted onto it in purple glitter. It may have seemed embarrassing to the other boys in our class to carry a glittery lunch box but I couldn't care less. My pigtails, my best friend in the whole wide world had made it for me from scratch. So I held my head up high when I walked around school showing it off to the other kids who didn't dare say a word about it because they were too scared to piss me off. And seeing my pigtails smiling at me showing her gift off to everyone made me even happier to show it off.
My 9th birthday last year was as great as every other before it. Birthday celebration at school in class then birthday party at uncle Zion's house. Except of course my favorite part of my birthdays were always when I had my pigtails beside me. She always made me happy and whenever she'd get excited and take care of me on my birthdays my little cold heart melted every single time. I was supposed to be a cold hearted soon to be alpha but it seemed like she was like a giant sun with hot rays shining down on my block of ice heart, melting it in seconds.
As a gift for my 9th birthday, I wasn't shocked to unwrap her gift and find the missing jersey shirt I had inside had been decorated with purple glitter. Not only did she decorate my name on the back but she also signed the word pigtails on the chest in cursive. I was more shocked at her knowing how to write in cursive at her age than me figuring out why my jersey I was looking all week before had finally popped out when she gave me her gift with a sly smirk.
She laughed when I opened it in front of her but she was stunned to silence when I wore her decorated gift the next week at our school football game. Her face had turned red like a tomato when I'd score a touchdown and point at her with one hand while patting my chest with the other. Patting the place where her nickname was shining brightly in purple glitter under the football field lights.
Christmas that year she gifted me purple football gloves with my name knitted on them. I was confused on how she managed to get them but she relayed to me later on that day that her grandmother liked to knit and when she asked her to knit me a special gift. She ended up knitting me a gift with my name on it with of course the same purple color my pigtails adored. I was the only one on the team wearing purple colors but I didn't give a shit. My teammates would stare at me in disbelief but at the end of the day my coach and teammates were too scared to tell me to change anything about my gear because of who my father was. And even if they tried to, I'd beat the shit outta anyone who dared to touch the gifts from my pigtails.
My 10th birthday party this year was the best one. Uncle Zion had my birthday party at his as usual. My pigtails was beside me the entire time. I remember my uncle would always invite our classmates over to try to get me in touch with more kids to have as friends. But I simply waited for my pigtails to arrive before dragging her to the guest room where I always stayed at when I slept over.
My uncle had stored every gift I'd ever gotten over the years in that same room because my father never allowed me to keep any gifts I'd get at home. He used to scold me for being to spoiled if I ever accepted something from anyone. He'd take everything people gave me at the pack house and destroy it in front of me to make sure I knew not to live the life of a spoiled alpha who will never accept anything from others.
And every single gift I'd gotten from my pigtails was all on top of the shelf on the wall in my room. Every time she gave me something, I made sure to keep it on the top shelf in my room. They were all precious to me and I couldn't imagine putting them anywhere else I couldn't make sure they were safe beside the top shelf of my room far away from other peoples touch.
I played games and watched movies with pigtails all day in my room until it was time to sing happy birthday and then eat all the foods people brought over and made for me. And every time pigtails was with me during those times, I'd made sure to stack up her plate with everything I remembered she loved to eat just so she could sit besides me the whole time without having to lift a finger. As much as I loved to eat, seeing her eat twice the size of what I normally ate was more enjoyable. She was the most adorable girl I've ever seen and everything she did was cute in my eyes.
After we filled our bellies to the limit, we helped mg uncle with cleaning before retiring to my room. I remember the times I had to beg her father to let her sleep over. Before I met her father I had always thought I'd be the most protective over her, little did I know her father was 5 times my size and 5 times more scary than I could ever be.
Looking at my pigtails and looking at her parents, I could tell she had gotten her looks from her mother. Even as a low ranked omega, pigtails mother was very beautiful compared to the other normal ranked women in the pack. And that was shocking since most of the regular ranked women in our rank spent thousands if not millions of money to look the way they did. But pigtails and her mother had no ounce of money changing appearances. They never wore make up and they were both naturally gifted beauties.
Pigtails father on the other hand was a scary looking wolf. If he wasn't an omega I'd have thought he was a beta wolf or at least a powerful ranked guard for an alpha. His body was large and his face showed the hardships he's been through over his years of life. He wasn't an ugly man but he was scary to look at in the sense of a dangerous appearance.
But seeing and meeting him made me realize how much influence and power he had on his daughter. He was nowhere near being a bad father but I could tell he raised his daughter to have a strong bold personality. When I stayed over for dinner one night at their home, just listening to the way he talked to my uncle that night fascinated both me and uncle Zion. Even with two alpha blooded males in the room, pigtails father never had an ounce of fear when we were near.
The first thing I noticed about him was that he loved his daughter very much judging by the protective stance he held when me and my uncle first arrived at his home. He stood firmly and protectively in front of his wife and daughter, with no hesitation or fear in his eyes. I realized that very moment that I respected her father more than any other omega men I've ever met.
He saw me and my uncle as a threat to his family because of who we were but he had no intention of backing down like a coward for his family. Luckily there was no need for him to resort to the very high levels I'd knew he'd go to protect his family, before his daughter snuck under his legs and latched herself onto me.
His angry gaze turned into shock when he noticed I was hugging his daughter back as excitedly as she was holding onto me. Her mother had laughed at both our reactions before inviting my uncle and I inside their home.
Of course the first few times I've visited pigtails, her parents were still feeling awkward with how their omega daughter had suddenly become attached to the hip of their alphas son. For me and pigtails it just seemed like a regular friendship but in their eyes they were worried about how others would view our relationship.
It wasn't everyday a low ranked wolf was friends with the alphas child. It was more normal for beta wolves to be friends with the alphas children but in my case our betas kids were only my younger twin cousins. They may have been only one year younger than me but they weren't as close to me as pigtails was. She was the only friend I wanted and the only friend I needed beside me. I trusted her with every single bone in my body. She meant the world to me and as much as I love my cousins, they could never replace her.
Going back to the day where I begged pigtails father to let her sleep over my house. His eyes almost burned a hole through my head the first time I asked. And for the first time of my life, I was scared of someone other than my own father.
His dark black eyes glared daggers through me the minute the words 'Can she sleep over' came out my mouth. If pigtails wasn't at the dinner table that night I thought her father would've definitely flipped the table and attack me. He simply just looked at his daughter who was eager to hear his answer and shook his head quietly. She instantly slumped back in her chair and picked at her food somberly. It was like all the happiness inside her had completely vanished and surprisingly her large appetite was missing after her father had shot down the suggestion of her sleeping over at someone else's house for the first time.
It took months to finally get her father to let her sleep over because his opinion of a sleepover didn't change until his wife had met my aunt.
My aunt was similar to pigtails in a way. They were both strong willed and loud opinionated. And of course with their similarities, it didn't take long for both of them to have a strong liking towards each other. My aunt basically adopted pigtails as her own child after they met. She loved her as her own and even treated her as her own.
And when my aunt decided to tag along with me in replacements of uncle Zion who'd usually come with me to have dinner with pigtails family, she instantly connected to pigtails mother as fluently as she did with pigtails. In a matter of days, pigtails mother had become basically best friends with my aunt.
They'd spend dinners together talking about recipes and other women things while occasionally going out during the days to meet up and hang out as friends. My aunt would spoil her with her money while pigtails mother spoiled her rotten literally with every delicious food she'd make. My aunt always hated spending time with the women in high rankings due to their high level of class and strict standards of being a mated housewife. So when she met pigtails mother it was like a match made in heaven. They finally found the other piece to their puzzle they've been missing in having friends. They may have been opposites but they were like two pieces of a puzzle that fit the other perfectly.
And in a matter of weeks, my aunts influence and friendship with pigtails mother had caused her husband to suffer the wrath of his wife telling him to finally let their daughter sleep over my aunts house. Of course both me and pigtails father had both agreed on never having her come over to the pack house seeing as my father was too much of a liability to have around her.
So when she spent the night over on my 10th birthday, I had waited for us both to get under the covers before finally taking her gift out to open it. It was sort of a tradition now that every time we got each other a gift, we opened it in front of each other to see our reactions. I was stunned to find a gold necklace blinging back at me in the small gift box she gave me.
"You hate it don't you? I knew if I got something you'd normally get from the other expensive gifts you always have, it'd be a bad idea" Pigtails says quickly covering her face in embarrassment.
"It's not a bad gift. I'm just shocked because I'd never expect you to gift me something this luxurious. You know I don't like the rich gifts my family and staff gift me so I'm just surprised you managed to get me one like this" I reply while eyeing the half of a heart pendant attached to the middle of the gold necklace.
"Your aunt took me shopping with my mommy the other day and she saw me staring at that necklace in the mall. I told her it would be nice if I had the money to buy you it and she didn't even wait for me to finish my sentence before buying it and having it wrapped up for you with my favorite color wrapping paper and ribbon" She says shyly avoiding eye contact as I smiled at how cute she looked explaining her story.
"I tried to tell her to give it back but she bribed me with a triple scoop chocolate ice cream cone! You know chocolate is my weakness!" She whines out while pouting at me with a serious look on her face.
"Pigtails it's fine! I love it I'm just gonna have to figure out if I should start liking expensive things now because of this or should I just only accept expensive things from you? Because I can still hate every other luxury gift from everyone else while loving the only luxurious ones you give me" I answer, laughing at how cute she was eyeing me for any hint of lying.
"Quick question though. If I have one broken half a heart that only says friend, where's the other-" My question cut off as soon as she revealed the other half of the broken heart pendant hiding behind her shirt.
It was a good thing my aunt had made sure to buy extra clothes for pigtails to sleep in when she stayed over. As cute as she looked in that purple dress, she was much cuter with the baggy shirts and pajama pants she changed into when she went to sleep with me. I'd rather her be comfortable in baggy clothes than to sleep with a puffy dress all night.
"Miles. Do you have any dreams of what you wanna be when you're a grown up?" I hear her ask as we watch the stars night lights on my ceiling float around.
"You mean, do I have dreams about being an alpha?" I retort with a raised brow.
"No. I mean, if you weren't going to be an alpha do you have dreams about becoming something else when you grow up?" She asks, explaining her question more thoroughly.
"I don't think I have that option pigtails. I was born to be an alpha. There's no changing my future" I answer while turning to lay on my side seeing her already doing the same, facing me on her side.
"But if you weren't born to be an alpha, is there anything else you'd want to be? Anything in the world" She says gazing up at me with curiosity.
Thinking it over, I just shrugged back in response. As much as I'd love to have the imaginations of what I could be besides an alpha, I'd have done so long time ago. But I already knew my future was set in stone and there was no way myself or my dream filled best friend could stop it from happening.
"I think your father puts too much pressure into what you have to be" She mumbles while yawning and trying her hardest to keep her tired eyes open.
"What about you then? If you were a grown up, what do you think you'd be?" I repeat her question, watching her slowly smile with her eyes closed.
"I wanna be a baker like my mommy. I want to open a place where people can come in and taste all the yummy food my mommy taught me to make. And the whole place will be covered in purple glitter and purple decorations everywhere" She answers proudly with a small giggle.
I smiled while watching her passionately talk about her dream. She was already falling asleep quickly but she rambled on about how much purple was going to be inside of her future dream job. It was cute to see how imaginative and passion a little wolf like her had at her age.
We were just two ten year old wolves in a pack where our ranked roles were already set in stone for our future. But that didn't stop my little pigtails from imagining how great her future was gonna be filled with her favorite color.
As much as I'd love to see her future dream come true, it was rare for omega wolves to own their own business. Especially female omegas who were most likely bred for slavery or working under strong ranked wolves specifically alphas.
Matter of fact, it was a big shock to me when pigtails first told me about her mother having a job of selling baked products from the inside of her own home. It's very expensive for omegas to live the luxury's regular ranked wolves did but somehow pigtails father had gotten himself a decent paying job of working as a delivery driver for one of the biggest shipping companies in our pack. Which lead me to believe that was the only way pigtails mother could have the luxury of working from home and making a living from her passion of baking.
It's not common for omega wolves to do what their passionate about in our economy, but I'm glad to see pigtails has a great role model such as her mother to show her what she can accomplish even at her low ranked place in the pack. Her parents were teaching her how to make the most of her life as she can and with that I had the most respect for both of pigtails parents.
Their love and influence on her was so strong that I was both envious and happy for her. She has the greatest role models for parents and I had to be stuck with the most crucial parent on the earth. I love my father but if he had raised me like how pigtails parents did, there was no doubt in my mind that my life would be a thousand times better than it was now.
•End of Memories•
Slumping down against the cold hard floor, I realized now that there were tears streaming down my cheeks.
If I were to die right now, the happiest memory I had in my mind was whenever my pigtails was beside me. She made me the happiest wolf in the world. And now, I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance to see her one last time before I'd die of hyperthermia and starvation.
But before I could fully fall deep into a painful slumber, the sound of a door opening made my heart skip a beat. My body was too tired to get up but my advanced hearing from my wolf can hear the sound of small footsteps pattering down the cold hard steps leading to the dark cellar I'm laying in.
"Miles" A soft familiar whisper of a voice was the only thing I heard before my body was fully on alert.
Using the last bit of strength I had in me, I forced my eyes open only to be blinded by bright lights flowing in from the slot on the large cellar door.
"Miles! Oh my gosh!" Her voice in my current limbo like numbed state sounded like angels to my ears.
The sound of the cellar door being opened was heard before she was in front of me in a flash. Trying to unblur my cloudy vision, I watch her adorable brown eyes filled with tears.
"Miles! Stay with me! Please! Don't give up! I'm here. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner!" She sobs out, the feeling of her small arms wrapping around me making my heart beat faster than it did the last few weeks.
"I begged your uncle to bring me weeks ago but he didn't want me to get hurt by your father. I had to sneak my way inside the pack house while the guards were changing shifts outside the halls. Your aunt helped me get from my house to in here but I don't think I have much time with you before the guards alert your father that my scent is in the pack house" She explains while hugging me tightly against her small shivering body.
"You're freezing to death! I can't leave you in here! How long has that evil man kept you in here?! I need to get you out of here" She rambles on while wiping my dirt covered face with her tear stained sleeves.
"Come on. I need you to stay awake. I have to get you somewhere warm. Your lips are blue and your skin feels like ice" She says determined to lift me as if her tiny self can lift anything near the same size as me.
"Miles! Please! Look at me! Keep your eyes open!" She sobs relentlessly realizing my body was too weak to move after so long of being trapped in isolation.
Pigtails. My pigtails. She should never be crying because of me. My heart was hurting by witnessing her tears being wasted on seeing me in pain. There was no reason for her to see me this way and it broke my heart seeing her struggling to get me out of the cellar.
Shaking my head once to stop her trying to lift me only made her sob harder against me. She was in a position where she couldn't help me and it pained her to just sit by and watch me without doing anything.
"Miles please! I can't lose you! You're my best friend! See this! We're supposed to be best friends forever!" She cries out while grabbing the half heart necklaces around both of our necks to connect them.
"You're supposed to stay with me forever!" She bawled out while hugging me tighter.
Looking up at her, the bright lights coming from the open door leading down to the cellars made her look like an angel with rays of sunlight surrounding her small body. Her tears continued pouring down against my face as she rocked my upper body against hers softly trying to soothe and warm me at the same time.
"Jezzabelle! Where are you?!" Another familiar voice made her movements stop.
"Auntie Rachel! Down here!" She shouts out in a raspy tone, her voice becoming scratchy from the sobbing cries she had started earlier.
"Miles! Oh my goodness!" My aunts voice shrieked from the top of the stairs.
The sound of loud footsteps were heard as my heart sped up in fear. My aunts footsteps weren't as heavy as the heavy pounding sounds I was hearing from afar.
"What the hell is she doing in my house?!" My father's loud voice was heard from upstairs making my trembling hands react quickly.
My pigtails being here so close to me must've had some sort of impact on my body because as soon as I heard my father's threatening tone coming near, my body subconsciously went into protective mode. Even in my weak state, protecting her till my last breath to was the only way I'd die happily.
"Get some blankets and warm cloths now! Start running a warm bath upstairs in his room. Get some warm soup boiling with some warm water and medicine!" My aunt began shouting commands resulting in the sounds of feet scurrying quickly up and down the stairs.
"We couldn't stop her from coming in here alpha! Your brother had said if we touched a hair on his mate, he'd have our heads on a stick" One of the guards says from outside the open door.
"I'm not talking about her! I'm talking about that little mangey mutt who's clogging up my nose with her disgusting omega scent! Get her out of my house now!" My father roars out to his guards.
My hands clenched tightly against my pigtails after hearing his command. My aunt was now shouting at the guards trying to come down the stairs but not being able to due to her blocking their path while cursing them out. I smiled inside hearing her threaten them to try to touch my pigtails. Her yelling was loud enough to wake the whole pack house.
I smiled weakly when my eyes opened and the sight of my pigtails eyeing me cautiously while staring down at me with the same rays of lights surrounding her.
"You are my sunshine" I whisper hoarsely against her chest before passing out blissfully.
OH MY GOODNESS IM DYING FROM HOW CUTE MILES IS WITH HIS 'SUNSHINE' 😍 THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING PATIENT WITH THESE CHAPTERS AND MAKE SURE TO VOTE & COMMENT FOR MORE ❤️