My Alpha, My captain

Chapter7

Sarah.

Waking up to hunger was foreseen since I slept starving last night.

Alpha Dave said I was going to work to replace the item I damaged and I figured out what he meant by that.

The first thing I did was to head to the kitchen. Helped in making breakfast. I had to feed on so many leftovers because my portion wouldn't be enough for me considering how famished I was.

Coming to what Alpha Dave meant by working, I would have to join those constructing at the border.

Lately, because of the attacks that the neighboring packs were experiencing, our pack has been tightening its security.

I helped them carry the bricks and mix the cement, and truth be told, I should not be doing this kind of job at this age, not with all the pack duty I have to do.

“Here is your pay for today.” The worker in charge gave me what I regard as change. With the look of things, I would have to work for at least a month before being able to replace the glass.

I don't have my cell phone anymore, so from the construction site, I just headed straight to school. I hastened my pace and wondered how late I was.

Suddenly, a familiar scent filled the air, the scent of lavender, citrus, and sandalwood. The same scent I perceived in the bar on my birthday.

Was Jackson around? He was meant to be in his class. But as I walked, the scent got stronger.

I was about to turn my back when I heard my name. “Hey, Sarah.”

Right there at my back, he stood, with a poker face and his masculine body.

It took me five minutes to recover. Noticing his green eyes for the first time, his perfect nose, rounded lips, and a decent haircut. His height should be about 6 feet 4 or more and his skin glitters.

His poker face made it seem like he was posing for a model shoot. I blinked into reality after wondering how reasonable to respond.

Was he so angry I didn't show up? Did he wait for me to arrive at school? I didn't mean to disrespect an alpha. I implored silently in my heart.

“Jackson,” I muttered, now walking in his direction and trying to rehearse what to say. It would be better if I just started with an apology.

I got close, tensed, and about to bring my last step to a halt when anxiety made my balance loose and fall forward.

Oh no! What's this? What is wrong with you, Sarah? I was about to land on my face when his arms caught me.

Slowly, he pulled me up with his arms wrapped around me and after I regained my balance, I tried to disconnect but his arms were still on me like an embrace.

“I’m sorry, I guess I was anxious,” I whispered nervously, but he was not saying a word. Rather, I felt his warm breath and could hear his heartbeat.

It tickled me. I wanted to remain like that not minding we were in the school premises, it was so comforting and soothing. I had forgotten all the hard jobs I did this morning.

Claire was happier than I was, wanting to swallow Jackson but I tried my best to control the feeling.

His warm breath was inviting me to kiss him but I struggled with it inwardly without knowing I shook my head in reality on his chest.

It was then I recognized he had let go of me. When did he? How long? I have been the one holding him all these while?

I detached myself, looking downward and avoiding seeing his expression.

“Last night..” Jackson began, he was about to make a sentence when my guilty mind cut in sharply.

“I didn't mean to disregard your letter. Something came up and it was unavoidable.” I replied to him.

“What do you mean?” Jackson asked, I didn't understand the tone of his voice.

“I couldn't make it last night,” I said, making sure I'm as clear as possible now.

“Oh,” Jackson remarked and I could not help but wonder what it was with his weird reactions. They confused me a lot.

We began walking towards the classroom area. I walked behind him. I don't know how he was going to feel if people saw him walking with the cursed wolf.

I didn't want to dent his image. Yet, when he reached his destination, he disappeared without looking back to know where I was.

I felt a little heartbroken. I can't read his feelings, he barely speaks, and when he does, they are short. I wondered if he waited for me last night just for this.

Without wanting to overthink it, I went straight into my classroom.

In my locker, a lot of people have written lots of shady words. Some called me slut, ugly, cursed, good for nothing.

With a napkin, I wiped all that and sat idle. Looking at my classmates with their mobile phones made me angry because our Alpha had just seized mine.

It was sports time and I found myself running to the pitch. Not for Williams anymore, but for Jackson or maybe, for myself.

Maya paraded herself around but I simply ignored her and every other person including Williams.

After the first half, Maya and the other ladies ran over to give the guys a bottle of water each. I also went to the school canteen and got some snacks for myself.

When I returned, I sat in my corner and was opening my snacks when Jackson appeared in front of me again.

I didn't know why I blushed but I rolled my eyes and ignored him. The pitch was kind of empty and disorganized because everyone was observing the break period.

“Do you like this position?”

“Huh?”

“Your permanent spot. Do you like it?” He asked me again and I didn't know what to answer.

Should I just tell him the truth or should I just pretend I do? The way he looked at me, he was waiting for an answer.

“I…” Before I could complete a word, the whistle was blown for the second half.

People started settling back in the pitch and Jackson offered me a smirk and disappeared. I was relieved instantly. I never knew I had been holding on.

Does he care about me? Does he want me to sit somewhere closer for him to have a better view? Why does he keep giving me half-baked communication? He makes me overthink everything.