Possessive Alpha

*TWO Hoots*

                                                                                  ~SAVANNAH~

We’ve been at Cyrus’ apartment for close to an hour and I’m turning into a nervous wreck. Austin senses  the nagging sensation with me. We share a knowing look and he let’s me know that he’s got this. “It’s not too late to go back. Your mate could be there.” Friggin-A! Austin just made me realize how selfish I'm being. I didn’t even think about their mates. 

Cyrus lazily swings his arm in the air while puffing a large exhausted breath out like he could care less. “I think mates are overrated. It’s only a physical connection. I’d rather have real love that is earned than something the Moon Goddess orchestrated.” Both scenarios seem like a tall order to me, but I give him an encouraging smile anyways. 

Cyrus is normally so private about his dating life. It almost seems like it’s top-secret. I’ve never even met one of his girlfriends in the five years I’ve known him. He seems to take this love thing very seriously. I can’t imagine having that level of optimism. The last thing I want is love. That gives someone the power to break your heart. No thanks, I’m capable of doing that all by myself. 

“Your mate will still expect you to earn her love. I bet she’s this bubbly gorgeous blonde with legs for days. Come on, we should go back.” Cyrus growls loudly in response which makes it look like I won’t be changing his mind. I’ve never seen him more annoyed by anything I’ve ever said. I guess blondes aren’t his type. Weird, I thought they were every guys type. 

Cyrus certainly isn’t lacking options. He looks like a tall gladiator with crimson hair and a strawberry-blonde close shaved mustache and beard. He’s an adorable stud-muffin with peachy skin that flushes pink when he laughs which is a lot. He's impossible not to love for shifters that are capable of that kind of emotion.

“It’s just the first night. Everyone will still be there tomorrow.” I suppose my brother makes a good point. It’s not like they were raring to go either. We all despise ostentatious events. I can only imagine how much worse an actual full-out gala would be. Shifters are the worse and I’m including myself in that category.

”Exactly, no love lost. So, let’s talk about something important. Mortal Slayers, Call of the Undertaker, Decapitation Island or Pulverizing Predator?”

“Mortal Slayers.” My brother and I agree with the same level of enthusiasm. I don’t even know why I bother talking when he is around. I should just wear a shirt that says same with an arrow pointing at him. It’s lazy AF and I love everything about it. 

“You're both so predictable. It's adorable.” Cyrus smiles at me warmly and I just shrug my shoulders because, it’s not, not true. 

We spent a few hours playing video games and it’s exactly what I needed. Now, that is what I call therapeutic. Sometimes all you need is to kill, fake simulated shifters in extremely violent ways for a while. It’s a delightfully morbid escape that I wish never ended. Right now we are on our way home and I’m dreading it. I’m going to have to lie to my mom. She’s the only person that I hate lying to. She’s so trusting that it’s hard to break that. 

“Just tell her that you met him and he was nice but, boring. You think everyone is boring so that is believable. Then say he cut the evening short because he was tired from traveling.” It’s a pretty solid story I have to admit.

“Damn, son when did you become a better liar than me?” I suppose I’ll be sharpening my skills tonight. A fib is much better than getting the chest shattering, I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed speech. 

“Uhhh, guys we have bigger problems. The Royal Security Brigade is here,” That settles it, I’m cursed. This strange hex is actually making me dizzy. “Stay here. I’ll go smooth things over.” Cyrus’ words sound muffled and suddenly everything is deathly silent. 

The dizzy feeling is intoxicating for some reason. It keeps getting stronger as I’m covered in a blanket of masculine aromas. It’s a mix of spicy pepper, scorched birch, tart black currents, freshly ground cloves and musky leather. For some reason I can detect every note and they feel like they’re making me high. 

“Out, now!’’ The thundering command shakes the vehicle as all of the windows shatter. The grizzly sound makes everything around us seem ominous. I can tell by the fear that is radiating off of my brother and that is it. I know we are in trouble, but I somehow feel safe. 

I’m going to need that advantage. Don’t show weakness. It gives your power away. My dads words ring in my head and motivate me to gather my wits. I put a brave face on and step out of the vechicle. Now, all I have to do is meet the monster who holds our fate.