Gamma's Unexpected Love

Chapter 1 Lilian pov “Lily? Mommy loves you so much, daddy does too. We have to go search an attack on the border with Alpha Leo, so you are going to sleep at the packhouse tonight! Doesn’t that sound exciting? One of the Elite women, her name is Elizabeth, has a daughter your age and you’re going to stay with them for the night.” I whined softly, sitting in the kitchen chair too tall for me while I swung my chubby legs back and forth. I watched while mommy got her bag packed, filling it with weapons and food, just in case there’s an emergency kind of bag. “Do you have to leave?” I asked her in my higher-pitched five-year-old voice. Tears clogged my eyes and I tried to clear my throat but ended up just coughing instead. Mommy came over to me and hugged me tight, staring down at me. I didn’t look like mommy, she had short red hair and a golden eye color, my daddy was the one I looked like. We both had pale blond hair and light green eyes, but my eyes were lighter than daddy’s. I wished I looked more like mommy, she was beautiful and she smelled nice, she was my hero. Daddy was nice but he was mean too, especially when he would get drunk and hit me when mommy wasn’t home. “Now precious, you’re not a baby anymore. You’re five now, you will be fine. You’ve conquered your fear of kindergarten, you’ve been going for a few months now, so I think you’ll be fine with a sleepover.” She laughed and stuck her tongue out at me, making me giggle. She was right, I was being silly. They went out on hunts and check-ups all the time since they were Betas. The only difference now is they’ve never both went. Alpha Leo would allow one of them to stay home because of how young I was, but I was a big girl now. Though, I couldn’t help but think, if everything was okay, why did I have such a horrible feeling in my stomach? Daddy came out of their bedroom and I flinched slightly, involuntarily. His last drunken night was still fairly fresh on my little mind, and he scared me. He smiled brightly at me, either he never remembered or he pretended like it never happened. “Hi little mini-me,” he said with a chuckle, pulling on my bun. Mommy had put my hair in buns on top of my head and it looked so cute. “You’re going to be fine, you got Beta blood in your veins.” He said proudly, poking out his chest. Mommy smacked him, waving her hand at him and chuckling. “You know it doesn’t work like that, she’d have to be chosen by the cute little Derrick Alpha to be his beta. And he chose that Ulric kid I believe.” Daddy shrugged, an annoyed look on his face. “Yes, that little orphan boy. They shouldn’t have let Derrick choose yet, elementary school is way too young to make that kind of decision. Well, I’m not particularly wanting my little mini-me to marry that orphan kid, maybe she’ll become Gamma.” He chuckled. “I don’t wanna be Gamma. I don’t wanna be anything, I just wanna be with mommy!” I yelled, clenching my little fists. Mommy came and hugged me tightly, brushing her hand up and down my back. “Mommy is always going to be with you, precious. If I’m not here physically, I’m always going to be with you in here.” She said, pointing to my chest. I looked down in surprise, moving my shirt out of the way. “My chest? I’m gonna eat you?” I asked with wide eyes. “I don’t wanna eat mommy!” Tears started to build up in my eyes and she chuckled softly at me. “No precious, in your heart. Your heart is where all those you love dearly go, and if I’m not here physically then I’ll always be in your heart, watching you and loving you every step of the way.” She whispered. I frowned, confused but happy at the same time. “Now it’s time to go baby girl.” I nodded, standing on the chair and jumping down to the floor with a thud, smiling brightly that I didn’t fall. I stood in the middle of them as we walked to the Elite packhouse, it was right near our house. Mommy was on one side and daddy was on the other side of me holding my hands and swinging me. It was so fun, I was giggling like crazy. I met the Elizabeth lady and her daughter, she named her Beth after herself she said, and we had lots of fun. We sang songs and traced our ABC’s, I was excited because I was better than Beth was and her mommy congratulated me and made me feel special. We slept in the same bed together that night, Beth and I, and I didn’t know then that such a small act of childhood innocence could lead to a future of bullying. I was awoken by beth’s mother, shaking me with shaking arms herself, tears streaming down her face. Beth and I sat up and looked at her, confused as we rubbed our eyes. “What’s wrong mommy?” Beth asked softly, patting her mom on the arm. She ignored Beth and pulled me into her arms, holding me tightly, so tightly I could barely breathe. “I’m so sorry,” she breathed into my ear, making it tickle. Beth was pouting because she was ignored, pulling on her mom’s arm with annoyance. “I’m so very sorry, but your parents died last night.” She said. I gasped, eyes dry, shocked. Dead? They were dead? I closed my eyes as she let me go, staring at me. I imagined my mommy putting my hair up and calling me precious. How did her voice sound? Why wasn’t it a part of my memory? Have I already forgotten her voice? My tears prickled in the backs of my eyes as I opened them and focused them on Elizabeth. “What? Dead?” I whispered, slightly confused. Beth grabbed my arm, yanking it to her, making me wince in pain as her mother yelled at her. She glared into my eyes, ignoring her mother. “Yes, dead. Not here. Never see them again!” She screamed at me. Tears poured down from my eyes as her mother yanked her off of her, smacking her butt. I stood up, running out the door as she was distracted. I heard her calling my name but I kept running, right out of her rooms and out of the packhouse. I ran down the street, ignoring the people who called hello to me. How dare they be happy when their Betas were both dead? Did they just not know yet? I ran into my house, it was locked and I had no key but I didn’t care, I threw a rock at the window, smashing it and climbing inside. Sharp pain everywhere from the broken glass but I ignored it. I curled up on my mother’s side of the bed, holding the shirt she laid casually on the chair next to the bed close to my body like it was a lifeline, breathing in her scent. I opened my eyes, my body being shaken roughly. Before I could think I grabbed the person standing over me’s shoulders and turned them, slamming them onto the bed and straddling them at the same time that I let them go and grabbed the dagger from under my pillow. I held it against their throat. They gave a soft gasp of surprise, and suddenly my vision cleared and I saw who it was. “K...Kurt?” I mumbled, tears falling down my cheeks and landing on his face. He stared up at me, not a trace of fear on his face but pain etched in his beautiful dark blue eyes. His messy dark silver hair was spread out over the pillow, while my stupidly short pale blond hair was hanging annoyingly around my face. It was longer from when they had to shave it, but not as long as it was before I was kidnapped. It only reached to sitting under my shoulder blades now. He lifted his hand, bringing it to my cheek and slowly tracing my cheekbone, finally filling out again now that I was eating properly, but still hollow compared to normal people. I jerked out of his touch, ignoring the burning feeling it left behind, as I dropped the dagger on the floor and got off of him. I realized I was only wearing a skimpy halter top and short shorts for pajamas and blushed, grabbing the hem of the shirt and trying to tug it over the exposed part of my belly. He sat up, and I swear everything he did was with swagger as if he was cool for so long he couldn’t even help it anymore. He propped himself up onto his elbows and looked at me with lazy eyes, a smirk on his face as he stared at me. “You were having a nightmare, screaming your head off again.” He said. I sighed, going to my dresser and grabbing a large long-sleeved shirt, pulling it over my body, trying to hide how ugly everything on me was. “So let me scream. A nightmare won’t kill me.” I growled out. He ignored me, staring at me with heated eyes. “Nice pajamas.” He said with a smirk, sitting up all the way. I noticed a small trail of drying blood was on his neck where I must have cut him. “Thanks, child molester.” I snarled out at him, grabbing baggy pants and slipping them over my shorts. I’ll fix it later after he’s left. He winced, then stood up, putting his hand on my lower back and pulling me against him. I flushed and he used his free hand to put under my chin, making me look up at him. “You’re seventeen, I’m hardly a child molester. You’re almost eighteen now, Lily. There is nothing wrong with me being attracted to my fiancé.” He growled out at me, making me shift my eyes to the side. “Yeah, and attracted to every single other girl on the planet. I’m not marrying you. I’m going to fight you for the title. I’ve already told you this, Kurt.” I said to him through gritted teeth. He chuckled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. Fire spread throughout my body, making me blush. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth against my ear. “Good luck with that, Lilian.” He whispered, tickling my ear with his breath. I shivered and he chuckled deep in his throat. He let me go and walked out of the bedroom through the bathroom into his room, closing the door behind him. I growled in frustration, stomping my feet, and falling to the soft carpeted floor in annoyance. I banged my fists into the carpet as tears fell from my eyes. Why did everything have to be so hard? I looked up at my front door, the back of it had a full-length mirror and I stared at myself. I couldn’t be with Kurt. He was smart and handsome and popular, everyone wanted him. What was I? I was a mess, haunted by my past, a small child trapped in the body of a seventeen-year-old. I was nothing. Just a broken memory of a little girl who could have been something amazing if only she wasn’t hurt so many times. I didn’t deserve anyone, let alone Kurt. It wasn’t like he really wanted me anyway, he had so many girls on him all the time to choose from. He only pursued me because he had no choice to be engaged to me. I will fight him for the title, I will lose and finally be allowed to step down and be Elite. That way he could be free to have whoever he actually wanted. It’s not like he really wanted me. I lifted my hands to my pale blond hair, running them through the short cut as it cascaded down my shoulders. My face looked hollow, dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep and ghosts everywhere I turned. My body was muscular from the training but skinny none the less. I had a figure, but it was overlooked by the baggy clothes I hid myself in trying to be invisible. I was nothing, I was nobody. Tears fell to the carpet as I lowered my head, unable to stare at myself any longer. I looked at the dagger near my bed, wishing I had the courage to end it all. “Hey, pretty girl, what do you have there?” I gasped, eyes wide as I looked up. He had white hair, it was always white even when he was a baby he said. His honey eyes smiling shyly at me. “We don’t play with knives, pretty girl. Did you cut yourself? Let me see, I’ll bandage it for you. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you did that on purpose, would you?” Fresh tears fell from my eyes as I lifted the sleeve of my left arm, picking out the faded scar from long ago when I first met Derrick. I looked up again and Derrick was gone, just a memory pushing to the surface, breaking my heart over and over again. How could Kurt think I’d ever let him in? My heart already had enough ghosts for a lifetime. No, these walls would remain, and I will fight him. I would lose gracefully and renounce my title, become Elite, and fade away into the nothingness that I belong.