The Alpha and the Mistake

Chapter 28

Ryder

"What time is it?" I demanded.

"You know full well what time it is," Andy said flatly. "You're supposed to be making me feel better, not

the other way around. If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of paralyzed!" He smacked the wheels of the

wheelchair as if I would possibly miss the fact he was sitting in it.

I gave him an apologetic grimace. "Sorry man, it's just Brook," I said, running my hands through my

hair.

"We get it but asking us every five minutes what time it is or how long it's been isn't going to help

anything," Kara told me. "Now how about we figure out what we want to do when she gets back." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Not a whole lot I can do," Andy complained, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm a freaking disabled!

Who's ever heard of a disabled werewolf?"

"Oh not this again," Kara groaned. "You act as it'll be forever. It's only like this until you heal."

"Right, it'll heal, but I'll be Disabled Andy, forever."

"Oh, grow a pair. There is a lot of people who are disabled and don't whine like a baby as you're doing.

Here's the kicker, they won't even heal from it."

"Right, says the one who can walk," Andy replied, petulantly.

I chuckled as I listened to them argue. "I like Disabled Andy, or maybe I'll just call you Disandy for

short?" I hope to relieve some of the tension or put it on me. I'd hate for Andy to say something to her

and later regret it.

"You call me Disandy and I will kill you," Andy threatened, but the edges of his mouth started to turn

upward. "If you really want to see a baby, you should look at Dean. Misses W is forcing him to act as if

you're completely out of it and now he's the future alpha."

I grinned at the thought. I'm sure Dean was on the verge of cracking by now. "Thanks, man, and thanks

for trying to keep her safe."

He shrugged. "She's our friend. What else was I going to do? It's not like you wouldn't have done the

same for Kara."

Andy was right. Suddenly a lot of shouting came from outside. "What's going on?"

"Let me check it out. You," Kara said, pointing to me. "Have gone crazy, remember." I scowled but

stayed put. Kara opened the door, peeking out and letting the chaotic sounds come in.

"Hurry, get her on the bed! Tyler I.V. now," Mom said, her voice tight with urgency.

I stiffened. Mom was supposed to be waiting for Diego to return with Brook. Why was she here?

"It looks like someone is really hurt," Kara said, still sticking her head out.

Andy and I raced towards the door at the same time, but just as I got close, a sharp pain shot through

my foot. "Ow, what the hell, man?" I complained, glaring at Andy. He'd run over me with his stupid

wheelchair.

"Disables get right of way, punk," he said, pushing in front of me and crashing into Kara.

"Ow," she yelled. "Get off of me or, at least, let me get out of the way before you run me over!"

I mumbled an apology and started to back up when I saw Dad. What was he doing here? As much as I

was happy he's okay, he was supposed to be a hostage by now. My heart stuttered to a stop when I

saw there was blood all over him. "I didn't know what else to do, Emily! It was the only thing I could

think of." Grief chiseled hard lines into his face. He ran his hands through his hair, apparently unaware

they too had blood all over them.

Mom stopped what she was doing and took my dad's face in her hands. "I understand Brent, but if you

don't let me work, it won't matter. The bite alone won't be enough to keep her alive."

Her? Oh God, it couldn't be. I looked at the stretcher surrounded by nurses and doctors. No! This was

not happening. I pushed the others out of the way, or they moved, I wasn't sure which.

"Ryder, wait," Mom yelled, her hands up to stop me, but someone grabbed me before I reached her.

"Let me go," I growled, trying to push ahead.

"Stay back," Diego said, against my ear.

My strength faltered as I finally saw Brook. The world stopped. I couldn't move, blink, hell or even

breathe as I stared at the cut, bruised, and swollen body. If I didn't already know it was Brook, I

wouldn't have recognized her.

"Come, get her into the O.R. now," Mom barked to the nurses and doctors, who all stared at me with

sympathy and pity.

I struggled against Diego as they pushed the stretcher down the hall and away from me. "Stop Ryder!

You can't help her. Emily and the medical staff are her only chance. You have to let them work," he told

me.

I slumped to the ground, despair making my head spin. This wasn't happening. How did this happen?

Rage filled me, and I stood quickly. "What happened? My uncle wasn't going to kill her." I glared at

Dad. "You said he would keep her alive. You said it!"

Dad's expression of grief intensified. "It wasn't Ryan, or at least he didn't cause the fall."

"Mike?" If I got my hands on that son of a…

"No, it was Brook."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"She figured out the plan and decided to stop him. When I realized what she was going to do...I tried to

tell her, but it all happened so fast. One minute she was apologizing and the next she was shoving

Ryan off the cliff and they both fell," he finished, his voice cracking.

"Oh wow," Kara breathed, her eyes watering over as she stared at my dad.

"Wait," Andy said coming to a stop next to me. "How is she alive? She would have died on impact."

Dad glanced over at me then looked back to Andy. "The way they fell, Ryan had softened the blow, but

she was still dying, bleeding from everywhere it seemed. I did the only thing I could think of. I bit her.

Healing is the first to benefit from the lycanthrope genes. I figured if I bit her..."

"Well, it looked like it worked. She survived long enough to get here," Kara said, looking impressed.

I just stood there, not sure what to think. So many emotions and thoughts streamed through my head

that I barely had time to process one when another took its place.

"You good?" Diego asked me.

I gave him a nod although I wasn't sure that was exactly true. Brook sacrificed herself to save my dad,

the pack, me? I wasn't sure if I should be proud or angry. Why didn't she wait for us to get her out?

Guilt tainted my anger, and I sat down, holding my head in my hands.

"Alpha," Diego said, to Dad. "Shall I treat with Black Mountain's new alpha. Hopefully, he's not as bad

as his father, yes? You need to be here with your family now."

Dad gave the Hispanic wolf a brief smile and a nod. "Thank you, Diego. Yes, go speak with Helena and

Michael and see if we can't end this stupid war."

The beta left, and we fell in silence, waiting for news. After a moment Kara jumped to her feet. "Her

mom," she said. "We need to tell Brook's mom." She didn't wait for any of us to volunteer before racing

out of the waiting room.

It wasn't long before Harry and Brook's mom joined us, Harry nearly carrying her. I stayed silent. What

could I say? What words would be able to express just how horrible this situation. No way would I be

able to say everything would be okay. Everything wasn't okay and wouldn't ever be if Brook didn't

recover from this.

Two hours passed when Diego returned looking grim. "Any news?"

Dad shook his head. "What about you?"

"There is good news and bad news. The good news is that the war is over.

"And the bad news?" Dad asked, looking up at him.

"Helena took her life when she learned of Alpha Ryan's death."

Grief and Anger mixed and danced along Dad's expression. He always felt betrayed when Aunt Helena

had refused to leave Alpha Ryan when showed his true colors as an abusive bastard. Not even when

the alpha hurt her children and made her miscarriage three times did she allow anyone to even suggest

she should leave him. "It was to be expected." Dad's tone was cold. "Anything else?"

"Ryan's replacement beta, Zackery Algiers, has taken the alphaship and took Michael as a prisoner. He

was going to execute the boy but..." the beta looked hesitant then sighed. "I convinced him to give the

boy to us as compensation... I'm sorry Alpha. I know I should've discussed this with you, but he's barely

eighteen..."

"No. You did the right thing," Dad said.

Was he serious? "What? He's as bad as Uncle Ryan."

"He's done what he's been taught and told to do. Take him to the rogue cells. Keep him there until

we're more prepared to discuss his future."

Really? Mike had abused Brook for years, and they were just going to act like that didn't mean

anything. I started to object to the idea when I noticed Mom out of the corner of my eye. I shot up from

my seat. "Mom! Brook is she...please, tell me she's okay."

Silence fell as all eyes turned on her. She looked exhausted. Her skin was pale with dark bags under

her eyes, and most of her hair fell out of the bun it had been in earlier. "For now, she appears to be

okay,"

I let out a breath relieved then paused. "Wait, why for now?"

"Your father's bite has successfully turned Brook, and she's healing, but slowly. The full moon is in two

weeks, and the first shift is always very touchy for the bitten. The truth is I don't know if Brook can heal

enough from her injuries in two weeks to give her a chance at surviving her first shift."

I covered my face with my hands. She survived the fall to only probably die during her first shift. Just

when I thought the nightmare couldn't get worse. Someone touched my shoulder with a light touch. I

looked up to see Mom kneeling in front of me.

"My team is working on a solution, Ryder. There may be ways to soften the shift or speed up her

healing. We've already got several theories working. Don't lose hope."