In the Alpha’s Arms

Stack Attack

Lita finished her drink in one swallow, Fuck it, she needed to rip off the band aid sunner or later, “I was in the car.”

“What car?”

*THEE cat….

James‘ car… that night… when he died.” It was like all the s heartbeat. All she could hear was blood rushing to her head.

sounds around her went out the window, giving way to that pulsing heat of her

Are hid his surprise well but the pity was harder to mask. He hugged her and didn’t say a thing. Then they just stood there, watching the city move below them as the weight of her words kind of floated in the air around them.

Thanks,” she whispered as the noise around them slowly filtered back into her, “I didn’t realize how much I needed to just say it.” He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She wasn’t crying. The grief hadn’t come back to swallow her whole. She just existed. A girl who’d watched her brother die and lived. The memories didn’t have to kill her. But what about the guilt?

“It was my fault,” she blurted.

meant to take her baggage wherever she went but there it was, the crux of her: her fucking guilt, her fucking misery. If no one had seen that bruise, her brother would still be alive, Lita just started talking, unsure of why

the time. James always hated him apparently but I was young. Still in high school actually and he was older, probably older than he should have been. But I didn’t see any of the signs for what they were,

wrapping an arm around her waist to run

were speeding down the highway, arguing about the whole thing. He didn’t see the car come over the divider until

spoke, turning her back to face

have to. The force of his words said it all. Lita understood him perfectly, shaking her

It’s okay to be a little fucked up. Bad shit happened. Happens to

was having fun before, you know,

it. Let’s have more fun,” Ace set their drinks down and they retreated back into

cokes,” he called out to the wandering bartender. He made a motion to the tableman and the dice ended up in his hand, “Lita, blow on these for good luck

tableman yelled as

smiled, dimples on full display, “My little good

were going out of style. She saw Jax and Stace across the room, leaving nothing to the Imagination on the dance floor. They waved and sent her thumbs up. She absent–mindedly thumbed her

at the message icon from Brian as if she