Taming His Alpha Female

Hopefully One Day

*George’s POV*

I spent the past hour listening to AJ pacing up and down on the old wooden floors. His steps rushed and loud. I didn’t need to see him in order to know that he was stressed. Gigi had been sleeping, something she never does during daylight hours. She is an energetic little ball of spunk and affection. She would usually be the one taking care of us guys, feeding us, cleaning up after us, telling us what to do... She’s special, and AJ was lucky to have her.

Seriously, what is taking this Doctor so long?!

I walked over to the kitchen and poured myself a helping of my father’s whiskey, the one he saved, incase of an emergency, or so he would tell my mother when she raised her brows at his expensive purchase. God I missed them. I cannot believe that it has been over a year since I last heard my mother’s laugh or experienced my father’s banter. I am homesick. Gigi and AJ have made my exile more bearable by just being here, but still... I missed home, and I missed my people. I will never go back though. How could I face Damian without feeling ashamed, or Phoenix, knowing I wasn’t good enough? Mother told me that everything in the pack was good, that Damian was a son richer and that the three of them were happy. The whole pack was happy. Although I didn’t wish any harm to fall upon them, a small piece of me wanted them to share the burden of what happened with me.

Phoenix was the first woman I had ever shared a connection with, and I almost believed that she felt it too. I hoped that she felt it too. Maybe if I spent more time on romancing her, instead of taking her out on only two measly dates, I had helped her run away from her mate and failed at it, and fought back harder when she pinned me down in training. I should’ve fought harder, but now that ship has sailed. She’s not only mated to the Alpha, she’s the pack Luna and mother to the Alpha’s heir. God, she’s a f*****g queen! I knew she wasn’t my fated mate, and I wasn’t hers, but for once... just once... it would’ve been great if someone chose me over Damian. No, I am never going back.

Knock, Knock, Knock...

I gulped down the last bit of hard liquor that swirled around in my glass and went to the front door. I was almost there when AJ pushed past me. I lifted my hands and stepped aside, giving him room to do what he needed to do.

“Are you George?” an old man with a grey beard asked. He was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and carrying a well-polished leather bag.

“No, I’m AJ,” he replied.

“Sorry, I must have the wrong house,” the old man said, taking a step back in order to glance up at the number above the front door before proceeding to remove his phone from his pocket.

“No, please, you are in the right place. This is my friend, George,” he told the man as he jestured my way, “ and this is his family’s cottage.”

“Hi Doc,” I waved.

“Good lord,” the old man said, “you look just like your grandfather.” He held out his hand to shake mine and I accepted his firm grip and confident hold.

“It’s a pity I didn’t see him before he passed on,” I told him.

“I know son, I know.” He patted my shoulder with his other hand. “Now where is my patient? I see both of you are perfectly healthy, so it can’t be you that needs care.”

“Yes Sir,” AJ said, “Gigi, my mate, she isn’t well. She’s been throwing up and sleeping.”

“Good. Sleep is good.”

“You don’t understand, Doc, she’s an insomniac. She hardly ever sleeps, especially not when the sun is up,” AJ told our Doctor. It almost looked like he had aged ten years in the past hour. He had bags under his eyes and his face was pale. I swear he’d even sprung a grey hair. I stepped back again, Gigi was AJ’s responsibility and I was not about to overstep an invisible boundary by taking the lead where I wasn’t meant to.

“Take me to her, will you,” the Doc said in a reassuring tone, trying to comfort a stressed out AJ. Werewolves could handle their booze, could down a whole 750ml bottle of whiskey in one go without so much as putting one foot out of place... but emotions... those little shits could cause a whole set of deadly chain reactions. Werewolves suck at regulating emotions. We were either hot or cold, nothing in between. Those who managed to stear clear of their storms should’ve taken up a career in acting, because they sure as s**t would’ve battled an internal war in order to save face.

The three of them had been in that room for close to thirty minutes already. I was dying to know what was going on as I sat on the dining room chair in view of the passage they walked down.

I could almost hear my mother’s voice, George, stop riding that chair, you are a werewolf not a cowboy. I was leaning so far back that the chair pivoted on its back legs like a rearing horse. I heard the bedroom door open and Doc’s voice mumbling precautions as he stood just out of sight. I leant back a little further, nothing...

“Yes Doc, thank you... thank you so much...” I heard AJ’s voice just a little louder than a whisper.

I heard footsteps and leant back further to see, and almost fell clear off the chair. Nope, I am no cowboy. Cowboys could sit a bucking horse in their sleep. I almost fell off a chair.

“She’s sleeping, I have her a few vitamins, but it would be good if she got some rest,” Doc told me when he came closer.

“Is she going to be alright?” I asked him, fearing the answer.

“Yes, they both are,” he smiled and patted my shoulder.

“Both?”

“She’s pregnant, boy,” he smiled, “and you two are going to take good care of her. Your friend will be a father in eight months from now.”

“Pregnant,” I muttered as I felt myself smile. I envy them. Perhaps one day I will have what they have.