In the Alpha’s Arms

Road Wolves

Lita awoke in a panic, panting and seating. For a moment, she was still in that ear, screaming as her brother died. The nightmares hadn’t eased up one bit. If anything they seemed at an all time high. It took everything in her in remain still, to let the moment pass until she could think straight again. Her heart beat nearly out of her chest and she couldn’t catch her breath. Nausea ripped through her, pushing her up and out of the bed towards the bathroom in her room. Lita vomited, not once but three times, pushing up everything in her stomach including the bile.

She coughed and spit a few times before brushing her teeth and laying back down in bed. Pulling the covers up to her neck, Lifs tried to soothe her shivers. Those memories literally gutted her every single time. She didn’t even realize she was crying until the hot tears splashed against her collar bone and shoulders. She didn’t bother wiping them. A moment later the sound of her phone buzzing on the table, changed her focus. It was nearly three in the morning so it wouldn’t be Brian. Who else could it be?

She dragged the device back down into her hand and opened the waiting messer:

Are you okay?-C

She didn’t normally reply. Not to Brian, not to her mother, not to telemarketers, not to anyone. But C, only one person would sign their text that way. Cole.

Who is the ”

You know who. Are you okay? It feels like something wrong.

Like you fucking care

She didn’t have to jump straight down his throat. He hadn’t needed to put himself out there by texting her but it was something about him being able to share her feelings that upset her. Especially because she couldn’t share his. It was one thing to have someone peer inside you as long as it was reciprocated. In this one–sided way, Lita felt open and spied on. She didn’t like it.

And furthermore, most of the time she felt like shit. He could feel that. He knew it. And it never bothered him. Cole didn’t care about what she was going through. Hell, she had a nightmare damn near every night but this is the one when he finally gets the nerve to reach out? She shook her head. She didn’t need to jump down his throat but, he fucking deserved it.

I do, Goodnight

Goodnight was where it ended. Lita didn’t reply and he didn’t say anything else. But somehow, even in that small interaction, she’d been distracted long enough to forget her panic. In that sense, she begrudgingly had to admit that he had helped her.

1 do kept repeating in her head. He didn’t. Why would he say he did? Rolling over onto her pillow, she punched into it until it made the shape she was comfortable with. Then she blew out a deep, annoyed breath and tried to go back to sleep.

“You think she’s up for this?” Brody asked, leaning against the kitchen counter as the others filled the room. They were all supposed to be headed to major fighting tournament in San Francisco, Lita included. This would be her first outing since everything that happened and everyone was a little on edge about it. She hadn’t left the pack grounds in a month except to tag along to the grocery store and everyone could see she’d crawled deeper into herself. It was hard to watch, but they all knew it was part of the healing process. They had to give her time,

“Where is she anyway?” Andres asked, “Stace and Jaz showed up twenty minutes ago.”

“She had a late night, Cole said under his breath and all of them looked over with expectant expressions. He sighed and looked away, “Not like that She was just up late. Another nightmare.”

The other men seemed to relax a little and resume their culler.

“Still happening every night?” Andres asked, as if he needed to keep tabs on the loose canon. He was so community–oriented that he understood very. plainly that one weak link could send the whole thing Glling down. And Lita was that link. So much rested on her because Cole rested on her. Whether she knew it or not, she had a lot of influence over Cole’s actions and as the Alpha, that was dangerous. Andres was worried about him.

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“Yea. It was worse last night. Maybe the anodety of leaving here? I don’t know.

don’t know what she dreams about? Has anyone asked?” Mark cut in, lazily eating a few strawberri enough for everyone.

out of a bowl. The silence was answer

“Well someone needs to, Andres admitted, “We should know what we’re dealing with. It’s obviously some form of PTSD but is it the abuse or something else!”

Cole turned away from them. Though Lita was pretty much fair game, none of them could bring themselves to pursue it. Not that they didn’t want to. Sure, Lita looked a little rough around the edges at the moment but they’d seen her beauty and it had only been in gym clothes. They couldn’t even imagine what she would look like when she actually tried.

Brody had certainly thought about it, more than he wanted to admit, but he knew he would become too invested. He wasn’t really a serial dater. He settled down, that’s just how he was and there hadn’t been anyone since his high school sweetheart. He knew that he and Lita were the closest in age to one another, and maybe that was where the easy conversations came from But he didn’t want to cross any lines unless he was sure about where they stood.

Andres and Mark were men just like everyone else. They wouldn’t have been opposed to a little fun. But not at the expense of their Alpha. They just didn’t want to do that to him. It was unspoken barrier than no one wanted to break.

surrounded by a bunch of wolves she doesn’t know, is what’s best for her, you know, mental state,” Brody shrugged,

think you’re too invested in what’s best for her,” Cole growled lowly, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t help the current of jealousy that it caused in him when any of the other male wolves brought her up, especially Brody, Claimed or not, Lita was off limits. Logically, he knew they respected that

reveal a very tired, very imitated Lita with bags under her eyes and at her fest, “Coffee.” Her voice sounded like a dying man

the Keurig and changed the cup. She slumped against the doorframe as the others left to begin packing up the van. He poured it into a disposable cup, bringing it to the doorway, “It’s that caramel Starbuck’s shit you like. He looked over her head, avoiding eye contact as if he was

across him once, grabbed the cup and turned around, “Thanks,” she called over

dogs ready to head out?” Mark yelled, pumping his fist in the

passenger seat. Surprisingly, Cole took the driver’s seat. Stace, Jaz and Mark occupied the next two rows, joking about a threesome later, and Lita ended up in

night of

now Cole’s too. It was such a small exchange but it had been sitting in

your coffee, you look like

at the rear view mirror but he was looking straight ahead, his phone haphazardly thrown on the front dashboard. It was

the more she considered it, the more she had to admit he sometimes had this twinkle in his eye for her. She always liked that about him and how excited

to face Brody, studying his profile

down the rest of her coffee and sat the empty cup

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he always had, flashing a dimpled grip “Finally got some caffeine in your system? You were a

night,” she shrugged, feeling her

“Are you trying

piss

was the truth she wouldn’t admit to anyone but herself. She wanted Cole’s attention, craved it like oxygen and now that she had it again, she wasn’t planning to let it go. She

his brow, This one

women…”

back away. What was she actually doing? This was wrong but somehow right. She shouldn’t be leading Brody on. She shouldn’t be fucking with Cole’s feelings. Logically Lita knew that, understood that this was playing with fire. But when was the last time she had control over anything? When

high. She needed to be the one to say who. Not her mother, not some wolf mate bond. Not Brian or her fears. She needed to bring the old Lita back. The one who had a big brother and who had a good time when they hung out. The one who could light up a party and get everyone taking shots. The one

think you’ll have

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seemed at an all time high. It took everything in her in remain still, to let the moment pass until she could think straight again. Her

her every single time. She didn’t even realize she was crying until the hot tears splashed against her collar bone and shoulders.

dragged the device back down into her hand

Are you okay?-C

to her mother, not to telemarketers, not to anyone. But C, only one person would sign their text

Who is the ”

you okay? It feels

Like you fucking care

her feelings that upset her. Especially because she couldn’t share his. It was one thing to have someone peer inside you as long as it was reciprocated. In this one–sided way,

never bothered him. Cole didn’t care about what she was going through. Hell, she had a nightmare damn near every night but this is the one when he finally gets the nerve to reach out? She shook her head.

I do, Goodnight

else. But somehow, even in that small interaction, she’d been distracted long enough to

onto her pillow, she punched into it until it made the shape she was comfortable with. Then she blew out a deep,

were all supposed to be headed to major fighting tournament in San Francisco, Lita included. This would be her first outing since everything that happened and everyone was a little on edge about it. She hadn’t left the

“Stace and Jaz showed up twenty

night, Cole said under his breath and all of them looked over with expectant expressions. He sighed and looked away, “Not like that She was just up

relax a little

so community–oriented that he understood very. plainly that one weak link could send the whole thing Glling down. And Lita was that link. So much rested on her because Cole rested on her. Whether she knew it or not, she had a lot of influence over Cole’s actions and as the

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last night. Maybe the anodety of leaving here? I don’t

about? Has anyone asked?” Mark cut in, lazily eating a few strawberri enough