CHOOSING THE ALPHA

“Leia, you know it's not easy for Sophie to raise a child alone, the pack is giving her some distance and still considering her a rogue, I'm the only one on her side” he explained.

His words felt like slap, he conveniently forgot sometimes that, I too, only had him and it was especially hard on me because I was human.

"Of course, I understand. She must've been through a lot," I answered calmly.

"What's that supposed to mean, what is with your attitude?" He asked, seeming angry, one of his werewolf perks, one minute he was calm and one minute his wolf anger surfaced.

"I said I understand," I repeated in a curt tone, "Is that a problem?"

“Why are you talking to me like that?” He snapped and his eyes glowed amber.

"What do you want me to say?" I countered, frustration creeping in. Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating.

"Do as you wish," he mumbled before leaving the house.

Wasn't it ironic, he once said I was annoying when I questioned him visiting Sophie and when I called to ask when he would be back from Sophie's. Now, I'm trying to understand him and he still gets frustrated.

With a sigh, I laid on the bed, I was exhausted from last night's shift and I wanted nothing more but to sleep.

I had barely caught enough sleep when my one began blaring loudly, with a groan I picked it up; it was my beloved husband.

"Leia," he sounded like he was in pain, "My—my stomach hurts." He groaned.

I mumbled a response, but I was too tired and fell back asleep. In a dream, I seemed to hear Antonio calling my name, but the sound was distant, so Ignored it.

A few hours later, I was awakened by the sound of the door opening and slowly opened my eyes. Antonio stood by the bed, his face held a mask of hurt.

"Leia, don't you care anymore, You used to be worried when I was sick and you would rush to make porridge and give me medicine." He complained and I only stared at him, when would he realise that those days were gone and what he was doing now was tearing put marriage.

Doing that for him was indeed the old me. I remembered it clearly. Once, Antonio had a stomach ache, so I asked for leave to bring him medicine at his office in the pack house. As luck had it, I got caught in the rain on my way there, leaving my hair soaked and me looking quite a mess. And when I arrived with the medicine, his colleagues laughed at my appearance and Adrian did not even try to scold them. To top it off, he told me never to come to the pack house again because, in his words, I was an embarrassment.

After reminiscing, I looked up at Antonio

"Are you feeling better?” I rubbed my eyes, "We might be out of medicine, maybe you can get some yourself."

Antonio was speechless, then his bipolar attitude showed again. He grabbed my arm tightly.

"Leia, how long are we going to keep fighting because of Sophie?” He asked, trying to gaslight me, “I told you, there's nothing between her and me!"

"Okay," I replied calmly, a stark contrast to his anger.

Antonik slammed the door in anger as he left the room, the silence that followed was liberating.