The Alpha's Rogue

Chapter Twenty-six

My eyes flutter open slowly, it takes a few blinks before I'm able to keep my eyes open. As my eyes slowly scan the room, I can see I'm in Michael's bedroom, it's very dim in here but I can see the orange light from the setting sun flowing through the French doors to the terrace. My heads rolls slightly to the right as my eyes land on Michael who is seated in an armchair at my side, his laptop rests on his knees, and his feet are raised resting on a matching ottoman to the arm chair. "M-Mich... Michael..."

"Hey little wolf, rest your voice." He shushes me and gives me a small smile as his eyes raise from his screen to look at me. 

I look around, my head feeling groggy. "What's... going on?" I ask slowly, taking my time with each word as my throat feels raw.

A small sigh leaves Michael's lips as he continues to look at me, I see a small hint of worry on his face. "You've been floating in and out of consciousness for the past day, you're ok now though. You're safe."

My eyes widen at him. I've been out for a whole day? "Michael, what... what happened?"

His eyes narrow on me for a second before he shakes his head. His feet leave the ottoman and find the ground pulling his body up to stand, his hands clutching at the laptop before he gently places it on the ottoman. Michael sits on the edge of the bed so that he's looking at me. "What do you remember, little wolf." His warm hand covers mine and sparks dance between our touching skin

What do I remember? "I..." I trail off as I try to gather my thoughts in order. "I remember running through the forest." I say quietly, slightly ashamed for having run away from him again, as I look into his bright lilac eyes.

"Do you remember what happened in the forest?" His words soft as he spoke, like he were talking to a wild animal that he didn't want to spook.

I shake my head at first, until the fog in my head slowly began to lift, and my shake slowly turned to a small nod. "You came after me, you wouldn't let me leave..." I trail off as my mind lands on a particular memory. I pull my hand out from under his. "You know who I am?" I phrased it as a question as I wasn't a hundred percent sure it was a real memory and not just something my brain was making up.

"I do." He gives me a small nod and pulls my hand back to be held between his two giant ones. "I know who you are little wolf, you're my mate. My beautiful Amelia." He pauses. "What else do you remember?"

My eyes stay fixed on his hands cupping mine for a few minutes, I couldn't help but love how warm his hands were, and love the sparks that his skin gave mine. But I'm losing my train of thought. Think. Think. What else happened? My eyes widen as I look back to Michael's face. "Luka." Michael gives me a small nod as if telling me to continue. "He... he... he was the one. He killed my parents." I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes but I ignore them. "Luka put a spell on me, so that I would think I had been the one to do it? All for what? Power, he really wanted to be Alpha so bad that he killed my parents and placed the blame on me?" 

Michael's hands let of on mines and raised to cup both my cheeks, his thumbs dragging over my river of tears that now cascaded down. His mouth opened and closed, I could see he wanted to say something to comfort me but he could quite settle on the right thing to say, so instead he settled on just holding me between his hands. 

"He hurt you..." My hand slowly dragged from the bed cover to the center of his chest where I remembered Luka had grabbed him to throw him against a tree. "Are you ok?" My voice trembled at the thought he'd been seriously hurt, though he seemed fine now, he could also have been playing it off for my benefit. 

His head dips as he nods, his lips brush against my outstretched wrist before pulling back to look deep into my eyes. "I'm perfectly fine, Amelia." He pauses as he trails off. "You're the one I'm worried about." The sincerity in his voice almost hurt to hear, he sounded so... fragile.

"Me? What happened to me?"

"You don't remember?" I shake my head in reply. "Oh, little wolf, you faught him. You were strong and you put on the greatest fight I've ever seen, even from all my warriors. Your tactic was to appear weak to him so that you could catch him off guard, so you had let him get in a few blows to you before you actually started to fight back with all your power. You killed him, little wolf. But not before he could..." His eyes dropped and looked heavy with grief. "I thought I'd lost you."

My hand, still on his chest, tightens on his black t-shirt. I feel like I'm sitting on the edge of my seat with anticipation . "What did he do?" My voice came out as a whisper as I asked, half afraid to know the answer.

One of Michael's hands dropped from my cheek and came to rest on my chest, just above my heart. "He stabbed you with a silver dagger." His words sounded strained as if he was doing his best to control his rage.

"Silver?" Worry began to flood me. "But how..."

"You're ok, you've healed now. You've actually healed better than anyone could have expected." When I raise my eyebrows in question Michael elaborates on what he means. "You were injected with adrenaline to help your wolf purge your body of the silver toxins, but instead of purging your wolf brought it in fully until your veins and your entire body was filled with silver. You... You're immune to silver, I can't explain it more than that as it's still baffling to me. But Amelia, my little wolf, you're immune to silver." It was then that Michael explained to me why his eye were lilac, that his father use to inject him daily with wolfsbane until his was immune to it.

"So... you're immune to wolfsbane, I'm immune to silver, and Luka is... dead?" I clarify everything from the past ten minutes. Michael nods. "And you're ok, you're not hurt?"

"I'm great." He gives me a small smile.

My hand clutching at his t-shirt loosens slightly before grasping tighter than before as I draw him closer to me. With my other hand I reach up and snake my hand around to clutch the back of his neck. I crane my head upwards at his face mere inches from mine and I dive in fully and place my lips on his. The kiss is heated and desperate, both of us fighting for dominance- which neither of us are willing to give up-. I can't help but lean in closer to Michael as he nibbles at my bottom lip trying to gain entrance, which I gladly give him. His tongue swipes over mine lightly before he pulls away from me entirely with a wide grin on his face, he gives my lips one last peck.

"Come in." Michael speaks in a firm tone, his eyes never once leaving mine as he speaks, and as the door to the bedroom opens for someone to shuffle into the room from. 

"Alpha." An unfamiliar voice spoke.

My eyes still fixed on Michael's I couldn't help but smile up at him as I appreciated his rouged look.

"Alpha." The voice came again.

"Amelia." Michael's voice comes out softly.

"Hmm?" I bite my bottom lip from under his gaze.

A playful smirk covers his lips. "He's talking to you."