THE ALPHA'S OBSESSIONs

She leads me into a small, sterile room and motions for me to lie down. I hesitate, every instinct screaming not to. The wound is exposed just enough for her to see as I lift my sweatshirt.

Raven's eyes widen instantly, a flash of rage sparking across her sharp features as she takes in the deep bruising, the angry infection spreading across my skin. She presses around it with precision, careful, like she's handling something fragile yet dangerous. "How long has this been?" Her voice is calm but edged with steel. "A few days... maybe..." I mutter, uncertain. Each beating had blurred into the next. Days had no meaning when pain dominated them. Any day without a new mark had been a rare victory. Raven shakes her head sharply. "No. This has been festering for at least a week. The infection didn't just appear overnight. You need to be honest, Neah. Who did this?" I shrink into myself, a habit drilled into me over years of abuse. "I... I don't know," I whisper, my voice almost swallowed by the room. Alpha kael is there, looming without words, radiating an intensity that's impossible to ignore. His anger isn't loud, it doesn't roar. It pulses, silent but lethal. I flinch under its weight.

"LARA!" His voice rumbles through the room, deep, commanding, shaking my core. Punishment doesn't need hands; it lives in his tone, in the sheer presence of him. My stomach knots, old fears resurfacing, memories of a life where anger always brought pain. I close my eyes, too afraid to meet his gaze. Memories of Alpha Trey's punishments flash involuntarily the beatings, the degradation, the feeling that my existence was a problem. Those lessons run deep. This is worse somehow, being seen, revealed in a pack hospital that isn't mine, a room full of strangers who might not care if I survived. "Heal her!" Alpha Kael barks after a long pause, then storms from the room, pulling a phone from his pocket and pacing as he speaks. The air is thick with tension, every second stretching unbearably. "You'll have to forgive my brother. His temper is... short," Raven mutters, inspecting my wound carefully. "He hates seeing this, hates not knowing what's been done to you." "My brother?" I whisper, voice trembling slightly. I hadn't expected any family discussion in all this chaos. "Yes. And I'm guessing he never mentioned Jenson?" she adds with a wry smile. "Gamma of the family. He's been involved long before this day."

I shake my head, confused, piecing together fragments of what I know or think I know about the Moonshine Pack and the chaos that surrounds me.

"Gamma?" I murmur. A term that feels foreign, powerful, heavy. Raven chuckles lightly, distracted from the wound for a second. "Yes. Don't worry, the terms confuse everyone at first. Alpha kael is... complicated. Protective, controlling, effective.

You'll see it in action soon enough." She grabs a small jar of cream from the cabinet, reading off instructions. "Three times a day. Should start clearing the infection. If not, you'll come back and we'll try something stronger. Your brother waits out front; I'm sure he wants to speak with you after this." "Thanks," I whisper, barely meeting her gaze as I take the jar. The label is foreign to me. I can't read it, and the unfamiliarity makes me feel... small.

Not like the Alpha kael looming nearby, not like the monsters who made me this way, but small in the ordinary, mundane way of needing help. I hurry out to find Alpha kael pacing near the front. Phone forgotten, hands clasped behind him, eyes sharp. I show him the cream, and without comment, he takes it, flips open the lid, and applies it to the wound with his rough, precise hands. The contact sends a jolt through me. Not fear. Not pain.

Something else entirely unexpected, confusing.

"Don't lie to me," he says low and deliberate, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. "If you can't remember something, tell me. I don't guess, Neah. Ever." I nod, swallowing hard. I can barely form words under the weight of his stare. One hand steadies me, holding me firm, the other works the cream in carefully. It's... tender. Foreign. Dangerous in its unfamiliarity.

"You're afraid," he states again, eyes locked on mine. "Everyone is," I whisper, voice barely audible, my gaze dropping. "You're stronger than most," I add, compelled despite myself. "You've killed, conquered, absorbed. People fear you. It would be stupid not to fear you." He tilts his head, smirk tugging at his lips. "That's not what I mean," he says simply. "I mean me." I can't answer, can't find words that won't betray the careful armor I've built around myself. My hands curl into fists at my sides.

My chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven breaths. "You don't need to speak yet," he murmurs, hand brushing lightly over my back, guiding me, steadying me. "I'll take my time learning you, understanding you. No one like you should ever feel invisible, unworthy, or unprotected. You are not them, and you never will be. You don't need to fear me, Lara. Only trust. And trust is earned." I watch him, eyes flitting everywhere but his. The clock. The walls. Anything. I don't trust myself to meet his gaze. By nightfall, I haven't spoken first. Conversations end in nods or shakes of the head, brief, calculated, protective gestures that say nothing but shield everything.

I am almost unreadable, and he seems to enjoy it, studying, testing, teasing, pushing gently against boundaries without overstepping. "You need sleep," he finally mutters, guiding me toward the stairs. No Wolf tonight, no pack run for me. My legs ache, my mind buzzes, yet there's a strange calm in the order he brings, in the authority he wields effortlessly. Entering the bedroom, he applies the cream one last time, carefully, deliberately. I hold my breath, not trusting any moment. "Goodnight," he murmurs, brushing a kiss across my cheek. I flinch instinctively but stay rooted, unable to move, unable to look away. "You're leaving?" I whisper.

"Full moon tonight. Pack run. I'll be back before you even notice I'm gone. Sleep while you can," he says, eyes scanning me like a predator, a guardian, an enigma. "Pack run?" My brow furrows. "You'll see. Moonshine doesn't leave anyone behind. Everyone participates. Everyone contributes. Everyone survives... or doesn't." His tone is calm, but I feel the weight of it, the silent threat beneath the words. A world I stepped into willingly, yet unknowingly.